Don't Date A DILF

DON’T DATE A DILF DJ JAMISON Don’t Date a DILF Rules We Break Copyright 2023 DJ Jamison Published by Must Love Books Cover Design by Morningstar Ashley Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Created with Vellum CONTENTS Don’t Date A DILF Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Epilogue Thanks for reading! Also by DJ Jamison About the Author DON’T DATE A DILF I have one rule to live by: Don't Date a DILF. I've seen the consequences of blurring the boundaries between teaching life and dating life, and I'm not about to take that kind of risk. But I didn't count on Hunter Rhodes walking into my school. Never expected that the broad-shouldered, stubble-jawed, absolute glory of a man would be such a sweet and caring father. Or that as a seemingly straight man, he might decide he wants me. If my Nana has her way...I'll be in love with someone by the end of the school year, but there's only one man who tempts me. With her matchmaking in overdrive and half the single women in Granville setting their sights on Hunter, faking a relationship could give us both a reprieve. It might be fun and games for Hunter, but separating pretend feelings from real won't be so simple for me. And then there's that rule... Can I date a DILF without disaster--or will all my fears come true? Don't Date a DILF is Book 1 of Rules We Break, a spin-off series from Games We Play, set in the small, quirky town of Granville, where nosy residents meddle in one another's lives, great friendships are made, and silly innuendos are a way of life. Dedicated to my bar trivia team, 100 Percent Sure, and all the times we were, in fact, not 100 percent sure. CHAPTER 1 CLARK Hunter Rhodes was a walking wet dream. His chiseled jawline had just the right amount of stubble to look sexy without sliding into scruffy. His sandy hair glinted with gold highlights under the overhead lighting. Even the crow’s feet around his eyes added to his attractiveness as he smiled down at his son. So. Hot. I should have let the man move on about his business without ogling him—I didn’t doubt he got more than enough attention wherever he went—but I was a gay man in the midst of a very long dry spell. My gaze slipped lower to broad shoulders, corded forearms, and big, strong hands. The idea of them touching my skin sent a shiver through me despite the furnace working overtime to heat the high school gym. The crowd meandering through the community book fair I’d helped organize in the wake of losing our only bookstore in town faded away as I drank him in wistfully. There wasn’t a universe in which I’d be in Hunter’s league, even if he did swing my way. Which, by all accounts—and his marriage history—he did not. Probably. I mean, there were always a few closet cases… Snap. I blinked and jerked back as Augustus’s fingers nearly clipped my nose. His boyfriend, Joe—who was my friend first but seemed to have forgotten that fact during his honeymoon period—chuckled. “Someone’s got a crush.” “Pfft, no,” I denied as heat rushed to my cheeks. “Well, that’s odd, because there’s drool dripping down your face,” Augustus teased. I glared. “Well, that’s nothing compared to the fuck-me eyes you had for Joe last month.” “Just last month?” Joe asked with an exaggerated pout. “Babe, I’ll always have fuck-me eyes for you.” Ugh. New couples. They were the worst, waving around their happiness like it was a cupcake that the rest of us could go to the bakery to order. My last attempt had been less sweet frosting and more sour grapes by the time we parted. But I counted myself lucky. After watching my friend Alexa chase love into a life-shattering bad decision, I’d sworn off the whole thing. I was married to my work anyway. Take this book fair, for example. It was doing a whole lot more good than sleeping with Devon Trager in college ever had—especially since he’d messed around with my roommate behind my back. I returned my attention to the display of high-school level books I was arranging, intermingling classics like 1984 by George Orwell and The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath with contemporary novels by Cassandra Clare, John Green, and Maggie Stiefvater. Front and center I placed one of my favorite books: Flowers for Algernon. It was a fitting metaphor for my life. The idea that once you know some things, you can never unknow them and they can color your perception of the world and everyone in it in irreversible ways. A year and a half after returning to Granville, I was still wishing I could forget my brief attempt at city life. Omaha wasn’t all that far from home, and yet it felt as if a whole other lifetime had passed there. For the next few minutes, I was saved from Augustus and Joe’s displays of affection as customers began to browse through the books at my table. A few of my students stopped by to say