Free Hot And Heavy With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Taboo Romance) by Ava May Page A

his phone. He didn’t wait for her to answer, just dialed a number. “Triple A,” he told her, leaning against the side of her car. His hair was mussed, his shirt open to the third button, which wasn’t like him at all.
    But damn he looked good. Really good. Beyond good. He had a ruggedness that none of the guys at the club had, or if they did, they certainly didn’t look at girls like her.
    Girls like her meaning curvier. She was the biggest in her friends group and nobody seemed to look at her—not first or last, just period. She wasn’t interesting to men, not when they had their pick of her cuter, smaller friends.
    Then again, she thought of most men her age as boys rather than men. They were so immature and that was a problem for her. She wanted more—more everything, but starting with maturity.
    “Going to be a couple of hours,” Nick said, swiping his finger over the face of his phone. “Do you want to go back to your place, or mine? I think mine would be better, since I can talk with the mechanic when they tow it to a garage.”
    His? Oh yeah, his.
    Jenna hadn’t been to his current house; he’d gotten divorced and had moved in closer to the city, in order to have a quicker commute to work.
    “I had them tow to my mechanic, Jenna. Yours must be twenty miles away and that’ll add up in towing costs. You can crash at my place instead of relying on your dad to commute you back.”
    She considered his words and gave it consideration. It all made sense; too much sense. And she was sure she had imagined the way he’d looked at her. She was his best friend’s daughter and there was no way he’d go there. Not with her.
    “Okay,” she finally said. “Let me get my purse.”
    “I’ll be waiting.”
    Nick watched his best friend’s kid bending over and tried not to think about how her skirt was riding up a little bit and how the door was blocking his view of that bra. He’d have to talk with Tony and mention that Jenna was being a little wild. Though he had no idea how he’d sell this to his buddy—Tony would probably kick his ass.
    Hell, Nick would kick his own ass if he could. Jenna was doing all sorts of things he couldn’t face quite yet and didn’t want to imagine. No, not yet. Or maybe not at all. Ever. Nope never. Jenna was his buddy’s kid, and he had to keep remembering that. Even if she was dressed more like a streetwalker than the young woman he’d gotten to know.
    “Ready,” she said, teetering back up tall. She wobbled a moment and he resisted the urge to steady her. When she glanced over to his car, and then gave him a grin, his pants started to tighten.
    Whoa, Nellie. Not good at all.
    “I love it,” she told him, her voice a low, sexy alto. “Mustangs are just sexy. Were you off having a good time tonight then?”
    Good night? Just the opposite. He’d had a date go really badly—she wasn’t over her boyfriend and had far too much to drink. There had been a little cock teasing, and she’d wanted a kiss before he dropped her off. She’d been so drunk he’d let himself in with her and had waited until she’d gotten ready for bed. It had happened far too slowly. He was tired, more than a little cranky, and somewhat horny, though he didn’t want to admit to that. Not to himself and definitely not to Jenna.
    “No,” he replied softly. “What’s got you in that?” he asked, gesturing to her provocative outfit. Jenna was more a jeans, tee shirt, and flip flops kind of girl, so this was surprising. And fuckin’ hot, okay, he could admit that.
    “A friend of mine got a new job. She’s going to be working for the mayor’s office and she invited us all out for drinks and dancing.” She motioned to her clothes and shrugged. “It isn’t really my thing.”
    Oh hell yes, it was. “You look good,” he said, not believing he said the words. He wanted to take them back—what was he thinking showing his hand like that?
    ‘Thanks,” she said, her face reddening. He could