His Father's Lover
He’d never meant to get involved with a woman…but accidents happen. So when Sally tested pregnant, Rock did the honorable thing. He turned his back on the exciting alternative lifestyle he’d embraced, and became a responsible parent. He’d stayed strong for nineteen years. But now Brad was living with him again…and he was going crazy. Could he keep his hands off the son he adored? More
He’d never meant to get involved with a woman…but accidents happen. So when Sally tested pregnant, Rock did the honorable thing. He turned his back on the exciting alternative lifestyle he’d embraced, and became a responsible, doting parent.
He’d stayed strong for nineteen years. But now Brad was living with him again…and he was going crazy. Could he keep his hands off the son he adored? Or would he succumb to the unholy lusts that tormented him, and risk alienating the one person he loved most in the world?
Bradley was a fine young man, broad-shouldered and handsome, if he did say so himself. The apple hadn’t fallen far from that tree; he’d known for certain that Brad was his son the moment he’d been born. No mistaking his own features on the boy’s tiny face—and the older he’d grown, the more like his father he’d become.
Now he was sleeping in the room down the hall. And Rock, who had been celibate for the past ten years (except for vigorous nightly romances with his callused palm), felt like a man poised over the agonizing flames of hell.
It was evil. Appalling. Depraved. But he wanted, yearned, ached to have sex with his own son.
The worst part of it was, he didn’t lust after Brad simply because the boy was convenient. He’d wanted him ever since the night he’d accidentally caught Brad masturbating in front of the TV…oh, it must have been nearly four years ago now! Sally had already been asleep in her room, and he’d heard a low moan down in the living room. Thinking that Brad might have fallen and hurt himself, he’d hurried down the steps…and caught his son vigorously whacking off to a shockingly explicit porn movie.
He’d been so stunned, and so outrageously aroused, that he’d creamed his shorts on the spot. And if that hadn’t been embarrassing enough, Brad had heard his strangled groan, and whipped around with his hand still clutching the gorgeous thick rod that was identical to his own. They’d stared at each other in shocked embarrassment…and then Rock had turned and staggered back upstairs on legs that had trembled like a baby’s.
They’d never spoken of it. But his image of Brad had altered forever that night. Never again would he see the child of his loins as an innocent little boy. Brad was a mature young man…virile…sexual…sexy. And too damned close for comfort.
Did he dare? Or would he destroy the close bond they’d shared ever since he’d first held that squalling little scrap of humanity in his arms?
“If you got the chance, and you knew it was safe…would you want to try it? Having sex with another man, I mean.” He blurted it out before his courage failed, and felt his stomach churn…