Page 24 of Big Daddy to Go
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Lexi
Kane and I leave The Drunken Bucket and head toward his car. I hope Melanie isn’t too mad at me for ditching her, but she seems content to stay with Ricky. I can tell that last look she gave me was a warning to be careful. I need one more night with Kane, and then I’ll be done with being the sex kitten I turn into around him.
Kane stops walking when we get to a silver BMW. He uses the key fob to unlock the door. Before I can get to the passenger door handle, Kane opens it for me and smiles.
He really is charismatic. Being with Jason for two years, I’ve been around plenty of wealthy people, but none of them have the ease or the charm that Kane Jones has. Jason’s friends and family are all boring. Hell, Jason is boring! And I don’t think he once opened a door for me. I always told myself that I’m a modern woman and don’t need special treatment as a woman. But still, the old-fashioned behavior is nice and considerate… and it makes me feel… special.
I walk over to the car door. Before I get in, I stretch up and onto my tip-toes to kiss Kane. He places his hand at the small of my back and slowly slides it down to my ass as we make-out.
“You think we can make it to your place this time?” I ask, smirking at him as he squeezes my ass through my jeans, pressing me against the car.
“We’ll see,” he chuckles, giving my ass a playful slap.
I get in the car, and Kane closes the door before jogging over to the other side. He starts the car, and the radio automatically turns on as we head toward his place. I smile as “Faithfully” by Journey comes on.
Kane sings along softly, and I soon join in. He looks over at me and smiles.
“You’re too young to know this song.”
I scoff, “Since when does music have an age limit?”
He laughs. “Most young people I meet these days don’t know the older music.”
“Well, I’m not that young.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-five.”
“You’re young,” he chuckles as we stop at a red light.
“Well, I’m not most people.”
He looks over me from head to toe. “No, you definitely are not most people.”
“How old are you?”
“Just turned forty.”
I knew he was older, but I thought he was around thirty-five. His skin is flawless, and his hair is thick and dark. No thinning and no graying. Not to mention, his body doesn’t have an ounce of fat on it. God, I can’t wait to get my hands on his body again. Just the thought of his tight ass, muscular biceps, hard six-pack, and large, thick cock has me wet.
“No way are you forty,” I argue, squeezing his huge bicep and shoving it.
“You want to see my driver’s license?”
I laugh at him and shake my head.
“Are you weirded out?”
“By what?” I wonder.
“The age difference.”
“Not at all. No wonder you’re so damn good in bed. Guys in their twenties leave a lot to be desired,” I remark, once again thinking of Jason’s boring bedroom routine.
“I’m good, huh?” Kane asks smugly.