Illicit Affairs With My Best Friend's Hockey Son

Candice's POV

I'm currently on my way to the airport to pick up the son of my best friend of several years. He got transferred to the college in my state to study and apparently, I'm the only one that can house him.

I've not even seen her in twenty three years and she decided to get pregnant immediately after we separated because we had different dreams in different places.

Now I was finally going to meet this son of hers that's apparently famous as a hockey player. I consider myself old at thirty five so I barely even watch hockey. No idea what he looks like.

Eleanor, my best friend, promised me that he was a good boy, and I better hope she's right because I'm too broken to deal with a stubborn kid.

Upon arrival at the airport, I spotted his blue jeans and white button up shirt, rolled up sleeves. I drove further, right in front of the entrance of the big airport. Apparently he had spotted me too, but just then, I froze.

This wasn't some boy. He was a grown ass, handsome man with beards here and there and Jesus, I've never seen a more handsome male in my entire life. I struggled to look away, but I eventually did. Whatever.

“Aunt Candice?” He asked, reaching the car with his voice deeper than the depths of the sea. It rippled through me like a consuming fire.

I nodded because I couldn't speak, then I pressed a button to open the trunk automatically for him to put his luggages in, then he joined me in the passenger seat right after.

He gave the interior of the jeep life with his perfume, his cologne. It was suffocating in a good way.

I drove off anyway, barely.

“Greetings. My mom told me about you, and I'm most grateful that you'd let me stay with you, thank you so much.” He reeked of serious money, being all respectful like that. Clearly he could afford an apartment of his own, so why live with me?

I never considered such an angle or possibility until seeing him. He's going to get me into a lot of trouble if I don't deal with what's going on in between my legs all of a sudden.

I'm going to get laid tonight, yeah I'm sure it's lack of sex that's making me find my best friend's son attractive, this can't be happening. I couldn't even look at his face and not lose the plot. I wasn't going to so i would focus on the road

“Aunt Candice?” Right. That's when I realized that I didn't answer him, so lost in my sinful thoughts.

“Oh, right. Sure, it's no problem. I hope you enjoy your stay.” I was stuttering, gosh.

“I definitely will.” Woah. Was it the hormones, or did I just catch him checking me out from my peripheral vision, and the tone of his voice, so fucking nasty and filled with intent? Nah, it's the hormones.

We arrived.

“You live in this mansion all alone?” He was actually surprised, clearly full of awe.

“Yeah.” I hid a smile.

“It's beautiful, and it's not even like the average house, it shows the personal input you put into it, like a tech house.”

“Exactly, that's what I was going for. I'm glad you could see that. Come on, let's go in.” I was more than happy he could tell, I felt so seen for once. Apart from the female workers that handle laundry, house cleaning and cooking sometimes, only men come into this house, and it's to fuck me all night once in a while.

It's because I'm always too busy to remember, but I guess there's no forgetting today.

I led the way, and I could feel his eyes on me from behind, my hairs stood on end. This is no good. No, it will be okay once I handle it, for sure. I'm just imagining things now.

When we arrived, he dropped his things and began to look around, and this time, I took a tour of his body. Yes, a tour. He's literally bigger than me, way bigger. He had such beautiful hair, his ass hugged his jeans so well I wanted to spank it, and because I was crazy, I was having this sick fantasy of owning that white shirt he had on after he changed it after a shower.

Then he turned around, stared at my sudden startled self, and smiled. Did he know what had been running through my mind? No way.

I called him to order anyway. I cleared my throat and called him forward.

“Trey, can you come here please?”

Worst mistake. I couldn't speak anymore, my next words hung in my throat as I stared at his dominating figure, thinking of all the things I wanted it to do to my skin.

Once again, he called me back to reality. This is happening way too often now.

“Aunt Candice?”

“Sorry, so, I just want to let you know about my house rules.”

“House rules? I thought you were cool. Come on, don't be like my mum.”

“I think I'm cool enough, Trey.” It bothered me, I wanted to be cool all of sudden, but rules were rules.

“Number one, you have a curfew.” He barely let me finish before he spoke up.

“A curfew? Oh come on Aunt. You can't be serious, I just got here. How about you give me a break. Okay fine, what's the curfew?”

“I want you indoors by ten pm everyday, except we discuss what's keeping you out on time.”

“Aunt–”

“Another rule, no smoking in my house or taking hard drugs. Too much alcohol is forbidden. Don't bring hookers into my house either. Keep that outside, okay? School comes first. No sneaking around or reckless drinking with any of my cars.”

“Got it, I'd like to head to my room to freshen up, if you don't mind.”

“Sure, let me lead the way.” He followed behind me, all the way to a room I prepared specially for him myself. I made it as comfortable as possible.

“Neat. Thanks Aunt, you're the best.” He flashed me a heart stopping smile in appreciation and satisfaction. My cheeks heated instead of a smile forming. Good thing I dashed out before he'd notice.

I made lunch and also changed into more comfortable clothes since I wore a black dress to the airport. Now I was in clean cotton pants and a zip up cotton cardigan.

He came out to eat as I served him on the kitchen counter, and while I was cleaning up, he just kept staring. It made me so self aware.

“What?”

“Nothing. Do you have a boyfriend or maybe a husband?”

“Why would you ask that? No, none of that.”

He nodded his head.

“Oh, I see. Alright.” What an odd question. I tried to ignore his stares until I finished up and walked out, leaving him there before I would pass out.

Hours passed and it was now night time.

I wanted to get ready for the club tonight, where I got my men. I wouldn't consider myself an extrovert but one thing I knew, I was still pretty much attractive, like very very, and I knew it, so even at my age, it wasn't so difficult to get men to my bed or get on theirs. As I was about leaving to get ready, Trey came to tell me his sports manager was outside.

Great, giving people my address already. I didn't mind, I let the link happen while I went to dress up. A red tiny dress did it for me, but I wrapped myself up in a thick long jacket just so I could pass the two young men in my living room easily.

We exchanged pleasantries anyway before I left, telling him I'll be late tonight and he shouldn't wait for me.

Now what happened when I got to the club was a major shock to me.