Dads best friend · Y/n story by @kellkellxcx

The sun beat down on the crowded stretch of Santa Monica beach, turning the sand into hot gold. The air smelled of salt, coconut oil, and grilling meat from a nearby stand. A striped umbrella provided a patch of shade for the three of them.

Eric Lane

adjusts the umbrella pole There. Now my masterpiece won’t melt. Who wants the first burger?

Kourtney Downs

Me! I’m starving. And I call dibs on the one with extra pickles.

Eric Lane

You got it, Kourt. Y/n, sweetheart, you want yours the usual way?

Before you could answer, a long shadow fell across the blanket, blocking the sun. A man stood there, backlit by the brilliant afternoon light, the outline of his broad shoulders unmistakable.

Trey Sheppard

Didn’t know you were having a party, Eric.

Eric Lane

looks up, face breaking into a wide grin Trey! Get over here, man. What are you doing down here?

Trey Sheppard

steps into the shade, the details of him coming into focus Finished a job early. Thought I’d catch some sun. His blue eyes scan the blanket, lingering for a half-second before finding Eric again. Didn’t mean to intrude.

Eric Lane

Intrude? You’re family, you idiot. Sit. We’ve got plenty. Girls, you remember Trey?

Kourtney Downs

waves a slightly greasy hand Hey, Mr. Sheppard.

Trey Sheppard lowered himself onto the edge of the blanket with a controlled grace that seemed at odds with his size. The intricate tattoos winding down his forearms and over the backs of his hands stood out against his tan. He nodded at Kourtney, then his gaze settled on you.

Trey Sheppard

Babydoll. You look like you’re enjoying the heat.