“Probably not, but hey … how long do I wait for my dick to go soft before I need to worry?”

Silence meets my question, and I pull the phone from my ear¸ checking to see if the call was dropped.

“Uh,” my dad starts, and I drop back on the bed, feeling my cock bounce against my stomach.

“Not something I’m exactly excited to have to ask, but I would rather ask you than call the doctor.”

I hear my mom say something in the background. My dad’s voice sounds muffled when he says something in return, then I hear him moving around the house before responding. “Nate, did you take something?”

I laugh without humor. “Fuck, no. I wish that were the problem.”

“If you didn’t take something, do you want to tell me why you’re having this little issue?”

“It’s not a little issue,” I mumble looking down at my cock again to see just how far from little my issue really is.

“Smartass.”

“Let’s just say, I had a run-in with a woman who started this problem, and I haven’t been able to get soft since.”

“And you didn’t take anything?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t do drugs!”

He chuckles softly, and I try not to be annoyed that he thinks this is a time to be cracking jokes.

“I remember when I first met your mother,” he starts, and I quickly shut that shit down.

“I’m going to need your advice to be void of anything that starts with a sentence like that,” I boom into the phone.

His laughter rumbles louder.

“Not even that took care of your problem, huh?”

I look down, my cock still angry fucking red, the tip wet with pre-come when I shouldn’t have anything left in me, and groan.

“Hate to break it to you, son, but you’re going to be walking around like that until you can run back into the woman who started the problem.”

“That’s what I was worried you were going to say,” I groan.

He’s silent, but I know it’s more about him weighing his words than not having anything to say.

“Care to fill me in a little? I might be your dad, but I could also be able to help even if it’s uncomfortable as shit for both of us to be talking about your dick.”

“I’m not really sure this conversation would get any easier if I filled you in a little more, old man.”

Ignoring the pain in my crotch, I pull myself from the bed and grab a pair of sweats, carefully tucking my hard buddy in and walking to the kitchen to make a protein shake.

“Try me,” he says.

“It’s Ember.”

This time, I know the silence is a lot more than weighing his words. “Ember as in Emberlyn Locke, Maddox Locke’s baby girl?” he grumbles deeply through the line.

“One and the same,” I respond, before taking a long swallow of my shake.

“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Yeah … that about sums it up. Oh, I think the kicker would be that Maddox is very aware of what is going on between Ember and me.”

His humorless laugh comes first. “Of course, he does, Nate. There isn’t much that has ever gotten past that man.”

“He’s going to kick my fucking ass,” I tell him.

“Without a fucking doubt,” he confirms. “How’s that help your problem?” he adds with a laugh.

“Not even slightly better.”

He laughs even harder, and I just roll my eyes, grabbing a banana and taking half down with one bite.

“Ignore your dick, Nate,” he says after a minute of solid belly laughs. “Ignore that shit no matter what until you know what you want to do when it comes to Ember. If you don’t intend to start something solid with her, well … then your dick should be the last thing that you give attention to.”




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