Too Hot to Handle, page 1
TOO HOT TO HANDLE
A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE
S.E. LAW
S.C. ADAMS
Copyright © 2022 by S.E. Law and S.C. Adams
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CONTENTS
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Sneak Peek: The Clients
About S.E. Law
About S.C. Adams
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Patty:
* * *
My boyfriend is a schmuck. Brian literally slapped a VR headset on while I was in the middle of talking to him and ignored me like I was a piece of furniture. He was deaf, dumb and blind to the world, except for the stupid video game he was playing. But I got my revenge …
… because while Brian was engrossed in cyberspace, I made love to his father!
Oh yeah. Gary’s nothing like his son. The construction foreman is huge and burly, with broad shoulders like rocks, a chest made of granite and a huge hammer that that makes me wail. Even better …
… Gary’s all about giving it to me hard, rough, and real.
But how do I tell Brian? After all, I’m dating his dad now and soon …
… my ex is getting a baby half-brother, courtesy of me!
* * *
This is a follow up to Inked With Love. In this tale, we meet Zoe’s best friend, Patty. Patty’s had her share of hijinks in the past, but things get too hot to handle when she meets a demanding older man. After all, Gary doesn’t play games, and that means Patty’s pregnant with his baby because he *wants* it that way. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers. All of my books are standalones and can be read in any order.
1
Patty
* * *
“Oh, it’s you. Hey Patty. Yeah, come on in,” Brian says in a listless voice while holding the door open.
Unsurprisingly, my boyfriend doesn’t spare me a glance as I stroll into the house he shares with his dad. Instead, before I even take off my coat, he’s already back on the couch with his virtual reality headset firmly in place. The headset is a black helmet that resembles something a motorcyclist would wear. It’s fully enclosed, and evidently, Brian’s already lost in his own world again as his fingers jab at a console he’s got clutched in his palms.
I sigh and sit on the couch next to him while looking around. Brian still lives at home, so instead of inhabiting a small, barely decent apartment like me and nearly every other college student we know, he gets to live in a gorgeous house. The living room is probably my favorite room in this entire place. The ceiling is arched, which makes it look that much bigger, and there are three huge couches and two chairs, all of which happen to be the most comfortable furniture that I’ve ever had the pleasure of resting my ass on. Then there’s the massive flat-screen TV that’s hung up on the wall that’s a huge 96-inch monstrosity. I think it’s way over-sized, but I do admit that it makes movie night really special.
But much good the luxe furnishings are doing right now because Brian’s jabbing away at his console while making weird firing noises with his mouth.
“Pew pew pew!” he whispers harshly. “Pew! Gotcha!”
I roll my eyes. God, this is so awful and sometimes, I can hardly believe we’re dating. But I know I should be grateful that Brian’s with me because he’s genuinely cute. My boyfriend’s got blue eyes, light brown hair, and a nice smile. Of course, he’s still more of an adolescent than a man, so he’s thin. Actually, my boyfriend’s scrawny even, with arms and legs that look like they could break.
But then again, I’m not exactly the “feminine ideal,” if you know what I mean. My eyes are brown and my hair is brown too, and not brown/brown in a Cindy Crawford glamorous way. I’m just brown-eyed and brown-haired in a very ordinary, even mousy, way. My body is…well, I’m on the bigger side, let’s say. I’m definitely not skinny, which seems to be what most of the guys at my community college prefer. What happened to that body-positive motto “strong not skinny”? Well, when it comes to dating, it seems most guys haven’t gotten the message yet.
But there are lots of things to be grateful for in life. I just started my first year at Great Falls Community College a few months ago, and it’s been amazing. I’m majoring in mycology, which is the study of fungi, and it sounds gross but it’s actually really interesting. I’ve dreamed of becoming a microbiologist since I was in middle school, and I’m lucky GFCC even has this concentration.
But I have to say that the college dating scene wasn’t what I expected. I don’t know, I just thought the guys would be deeper. Like they’d want to meet a girl with brains who enjoys talking about current events, not to mention art, politics, and culture. Someone who doesn’t just gab on and on about cheerleading and the latest episode of Real Housewives all the time.
Sadly, I was wrong. I went out on a few dates that were lackluster, to say the least, and then I met Brian. Really, he isn’t a bad guy, he’s just a bit distracted sometimes with his gaming. It’s annoying, but I also don’t want to throw myself out there in the dating pool again either because that would be utterly wretched.
“So, how was your day?” I put on my best smile as Brian lifts his headset for a moment. I wait for his answer, only to receive a slight grumble in response. Okay, so my boyfriend isn’t much of a talker.
After a few moments of silence, I clear my throat and decide to tell him about my day instead. “Well, mine was alright, but one of my professors is being absolutely ridiculous. He assigned two huge projects at once and they’re both due in the same week, which I think is going to end in disaster. I doubt anyone is going to turn either of them in on time, which is only going to piss him off and then he’s just going to take it out on the whole class—”
Brian lets out a grunt, seizing upon a small disk. Then he inserts it into his console and glances my way.
“That’s crazy,” he agrees. “Who would have thought? College is insane, right?” But before I can reply, he’s slipped the helmet back on and is playing a new game now that entails karate chops in thin air. I shy away from him on the couch, trying not to get hit. What is this? Double Dragon, the 3-D version?
Then things escalate, meaning that my boyfriend leaps up and starts punching and kicking the air like a madman.
“Brian? Brian, what are you doing? You’re going to knock over that potted plant!”
I honestly feel like I’m going crazy right now because my boyfriend’s obviously more into virtual reality than he is into me.
“It’s a new kickboxing game!” his voice comes, muffled from within his helmet. “Motherfucker!” he screams, dodging from side to side before kicking the air again. “What a fucking pussy, I’m not going to lose to some pathetic asshole who doesn’t know the difference between a jab and a right hook!” Then Brian pushes his helmet up for a moment, and I see that he’s red and sweaty. “Anyway, this game just came out yesterday, so I was up all night trying to purchase it. There was so much demand that I had to monitor the sales site, but I managed to get it before it sold out. So I’m a little busy now, as you can tell. Take that, you pussy!” he screams while dropping the helmet back in place.
“Are you serious?” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Brian, I was right in the middle of talking and you just—” I cut myself off with a gasp as I lean back quickly, narrowly dodging a kick to the face. I know he can’t see anything with the headset on, but I can’t help but feel as if that was too much of a coincidence. If he wants me to shut up, he should just say that instead of delivering a vaguely-threatening slap.
I roll my eyes, letting out a quiet ‘hmph’ as my boyfriend continues screaming all kinds of curses and slurs. At this point, Brian’s jumping around the living room like a boy on a pogo stick, and it’s just so insane to see.
I sigh again. To be honest, I can’t believe this is happening to me. Doesn’t Brian have any manners? Even if I weren’t his girlfriend, I’m still a guest, right? Then again, I don’t even know why I’m so shocked right now because it isn’t as if this is the first time that something like this has happened. We hardly ever talk because Brian’s always too distracted with his VR games to hold a full conversation, so actually, I should have expected this. Still, it’s just as disheartening now as it was the very first time it happened.
“You know, you could at least let me finish my sentence next time? Maybe you could even let me get two whole sentences out before you put on your helmet?” I ask in a soft voice, knowing my boyfriend can’t hear.
That’s when a low chuckle startles me in my seat. I turn quickly and see Mr. Hickman, Brian’s dad, sitting at the dining room table off to the side. I don’t know why I didn’t see him earlier but maybe it’s because my boyfriend was making such a commotion.
“Oh hey, Mr. Hickma
A handsome smile spreads across his face as he lifts a large hand to wave.
“Just call me Gary, sweetheart. And ignore that boy. Brian is hopeless.”
I titter despite myself.
“I know, right? I guess this kickboxing game must be really fun.”
Gary lets out a low laugh.
“Yeah, I think it’s something called ‘Fight or Flight.’ Brian’s been playing it non-stop since the middle of last night, and trust me, it isn’t fun to be woken up by screams of “hi-YA!” over and over again. I thought someone was breaking in, but it was just my son.”
That makes me laugh and I see the hilarity in the situation.
“Yeah, I wish he weren’t so into it, but it’s great he has a passion, right? Passions are essential for life.”
Then I bite my lip, going scarlet. What am I saying? What a stupid phrase, and I have no idea where it even came from. Oh god, Brian’s dad probably thinks I’m a dunce and I’m even more embarrassed because Gary Hickman is nothing like his son. I try not to think about it because I know it’s weird with him being my boyfriend’s dad and all, but God, this man is drop-dead gorgeous. He’s got a full head of night-black hair and eyes so blue they’re almost silver in color. He’s built like a Greek God too, with broad shoulders, a deep, powerful chest, and thighs of steel. I know because I accidentally bumped into him about a month ago after he’d just gotten out of the shower. It was a memorable experience, and I go soft inside remembering it.
Brian had been showing me his very extensive collection of VR games, and babbling on and on about how they were collectors’ items and would be worth thousands at some point in the future. When I could no longer stand hearing every single detail, I made the excuse of needing to use the bathroom in order to make a brief escape.
That’s when it happened. Just when I was about to open the bathroom door, it opened on its own and I ran face first into Mr. Hickman’s chest. To be honest, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven because the man before me looked like Hercules. He was all bronzed skin, rippling muscle, and ridged abs with nothing but a thin towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets rolled off his skin, and my mouth went dry as I stared at one particular water droplet making its way down his abs and into the waistband of his towel.
“Oof! Sorry about that, my fault. It’s all yours, sweetheart,” Gary winked before moving down the hall. I’d nearly turned to follow him into his bedroom before I realized what he meant. The bathroom. The bathroom was all mine. Not him.
But I haven’t stopped thinking about that moment since it happened. How can I? The image of the older man half-naked and dripping wet is permanently seared into my brain, and to be honest, every time I look at Gary, I can’t help but wonder how he and Brian are related. After all, Gary’s the image of a virile superhero, whereas Brian resembles a scrawny Peter Parker, or even Bruce Banner pre-transition. How can these two share DNA?
Nonetheless, now the older man seems to agree that his son is a twit … and he’s smiling at me like he has something that will make me very happy.
2
Gary
* * *
I’m astonished by the sight before me. My son is dating a gorgeous girl who’s sitting on the couch right now, watching with a surprised expression as Brian roundhouse kicks the air before landing in a pile of cushions with an awkward “oof!” This is utterly ridiculous, not to mention rude. Brian’s nineteen, so he should know better than to treat a guest, much less a girlfriend, this way.
“He can’t hear you, sweetheart,” I sigh, standing from my chair to make my way into the living room. “It’s an immersive headset, so Brian can’t see or hear anything that isn’t happening in his virtual world.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Patty says in a soft voice before letting out a sigh herself. “It seems this is a really good game.”
I narrowly dodge a punch from Brian as I pass by him to sit with her.
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I say in a wry tone. “Let’s just say that if this house were set ablaze, Brian absolutely would not leave unless he had his VR headset and console tucked under his arm. But are you alright?” I ask. “I know Brian can be a bit clueless at times.” At that, I look at my dunce of a son, still punching and kicking at the air like a lunatic. “Sorry,” I repeat, genuine regret filling my voice.
“Yeah, I know,” Patty says in a soft voice. “It’s okay.” Her lips turn down a bit at the corners as she stares down at her hands, and the sight has my resolve hardening because here’s every guy’s wet dream, sitting right in the middle of our living room waiting to be noticed, and yet my son doesn’t seem to give a damn. It’s mind-boggling. I wonder how my son even managed to land a girl like Patty in the first place. How has he kept her around the past couple months? Doesn’t Patty realize that she could have any man that she wants?
After all, my son’s girlfriend is absolutely gorgeous. She’s curvy and soft in that way that I like, with lots of flesh on her frame and the biggest, roundest rump I’ve ever seen. She’s got huge breasts, which are currently straining at a tiny polo top, and thick thighs too, shown off to perfection in short shorts. Not only that, but Patty’s got the greatest smile, and a wonderful sense of humor too. We’ve chatted a few times in the past and she definitely likes to laugh.
Hell, if I were Brian and I had Patty in my sights, I’d have her in my bedroom right now with those clothes off and her legs spread. I’d be sucking at her tits while making her moan, and then taking her hard over and over again. Yet there’s my son, doing another air kick while attacking some invisible enemy.
Then again, I shouldn’t be having these illicit thoughts. I shouldn’t even be noticing my son’s girlfriend much less commenting on her appearance, even if I’m just doing it in my head. There’s a long list of things that I do not want to be, and a dirty old man is way up there. I can’t be thinking about this girl like some disgusting old lech, even if my body’s already getting hard in her presence. The last thing I need is to be concerned with is how good her breasts look in that top or how much I want those thick thighs wrapped around my head. Fuck. I growl and look at the floor in an attempt to control my libido.
“Just ignore Brian, Patty. Don’t let him bother you too much, okay?” I wish I could come up with something better to say, but what can you say when your son behaves like a jackass? I’m sure Brian isn’t embarrassed about how he’s acting, but I sure as hell am embarrassed enough for the both of us.
She sighs.
“It’s okay, Mr. Hickman. Brian’s just really intense about the things he’s interested in. I get it. It’s about passion, right? It drives us in unexpected ways.”
I let out a low chuckle, unable to help myself while shaking head.
“I guess you can say that, but Brian doesn’t deserve you, sweetheart. Hell, I’m his dad and I can say with full honesty that you deserve better than this. You’re attending a college with thousands of teenage boys filled with so much testosterone that they’re probably shaking in their shoes. There must be tons of men lined up for your attentions. Why don’t you give one of them a shot instead?”
Patty sighs again and shoots me a wry smile that makes my heart contract.
“No, there aren’t exactly a ton of guys beating down my door. I went out with a couple guys when school first started, but let’s just say those dates fell flat. Since then, it’s just been Brian. We’re not dating exclusively per se, but it wouldn’t matter because no one else has asked me out.”
I stare at her, stumped.
