Surprise Daddies (#1-4 Box Set)

by London James

  “Like I’d ever rush this with you,” I smile in a soft, admiring tone.

  She wraps her arms around me and spreads her legs to the side. I look down and grab the base of my cock with my fist, guiding it to her virgin entrance. The heat from her pussy sears the tip of my cock. I snap my head back up when I’m finally situated against her hole. Sweat drips down my temples, from nerves and anticipation, and I wait for her to tell me it’s okay.

  She gives a small, nervous nod.

  My heart thumps against my chest. I hope she can’t hear it, but it’s all I can hear as I push my way inside her virgin heat. My eyes nearly cross, and the edges of my vision fade to black with how amazing she feels. I never thought it could be like this. And with anyone else, I don’t think it would.

  I hit the barrier. That thin wall is the only thing keeping me from being as deep and as close as I can ever be. And I don’t want to be rough. I don’t want to cause her pain. I bring my lips to hers again, hoping it will take her mind off of the next second. I push my tongue between her lips at the same time I thrust forward, ripping past the one thing in this world that is now forever mine.

  I groan into her mouth when I’m fully seated within her. She is whimpering beneath me. I pull back from our kiss and see her eyes watering. I hurt her. I did something wrong. I try and pull away, but she wraps her legs around me, keeping me inside her tight channel.

  “Stay. It stings, but it’ll fade. I know it’s hard to tell, but this is the best feeling in the world—being close to you.” Her hand lays flat against my heart, and there’s no more hiding how hard my heart is thumping.

  I place my hand over hers covering my heart. “It’s the only feeling that matters.”

  The smile she gives me melts any worries I have that say this doesn’t feel good.

  “Move,” she says.

  I gulp, and for the first time in my life, I slide my cock out and back in. Slowly at first, but I start a good rhythm, and our skin slaps together, echoing in the cab of the truck. I lay my forehead on her chest, and my hands fondle her breasts as I moan.

  “Rowan,” she whispers my name, breathless.

  It gives me fuel. I speed up, hitting the deepest, most untouched parts of her.

  “Rowan!” she cries, scrapping her nails down my back.

  I look up in time to see her worrying her lip, before her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her pussy clenches around my cock. A gush of hot liquid drips down my sack, and it makes me fall over the edge. I thrust once, twice, three times, until I’m filling the condom with my come.

  I roll to the side and take her with me, manoeuvring our bodies, so my cock doesn’t slip out. I’m not ready to leave her yet. I kiss her shoulder, up her neck, until she turns her head to meet my lips.

  This is it. This is all that matters. Tomorrow, when we wake up, I’m going to tell her I’m going to follow her to NYU, so we can be together.

  We settle in the seat, and she rests her head against my shoulders, filling my lungs with the pear scent that I love so much.

  “I love you, Everly,” I say, but the silence in return and steady breaths lets me know she has already fallen asleep. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, feeling complete.

  Until I wake up the next morning, sun shining through my windows. A cold spot where she is supposed to be. No note. No text. No nothing. She left me, and my worst fear has come to life.

  And I don’t think I can ever forgive her for leaving me like this.

  Chapter One

  Rowan

  Two years later…

  Everything is almost packed.

  Almost everything. I sigh and open the drawer I haven’t opened since coming to Berkeley two years ago. My heart clenches as I see the picture of Everly and I. It’s framed in silver, simple, nothing too fancy, but looking at it now…

  We were in love, and we had no idea. I swipe my thumb over her face, getting rid of the built-up dust that has collected over the years.

  Her long brown hair is blowing in the wind, and she has a huge smile on her face. I’m leaning against my truck, smiling along with her. It was a perfectly timed photo. A butterfly had just landed on her nose, and Blaire tried to capture the moment, but the butterfly flew away, and apparently it tickled Everly’s nose. It’s why she was laughing.

  Me? I’m smiling because she’s so damn happy. It’s my favorite photo in the entire world. I might not have seen it in two years because I tossed it in the drawer to be out of sight and out of mind, but I’ve memorized every inch of that picture. I know it by heart. I don’t need to look at it to know the feeling it gives me.

  It guts me to this day with how she left things. I’m still angry. I still hold resentment. I’ve never experienced a night like what she and I shared at eighteen. Sure, I’ve been with other women since then, but none of them hold a candle to Everly.

  I hate that I miss her, but what I miss more is our friendship. I miss climbing into her bedroom window and watching Grey’s Anatomy. I never told her, but even though I gave her so much shit for liking it, I ended up loving it and still watch it. I’m hooked. But I refuse to tell anyone. That would be a lifetime of jokes if my guy friends ever found out.

  “Hey man, you almost ready?” my roommate Gray asks as he leans against the doorframe.

  “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

  He nods, walking back out to the common area where all the TVs and stuff are. Gray was done packing this morning, but I’ve been putting it off every second I could, just so I wouldn’t find this photo. I guess I could have left it and not opened the drawer, but I’d hate it if I left it behind, even though I’m angry at her.

  The only person I can talk to these days is Gray Jones, my best friend for the last two years. Gray is also dropping out of college with me to help run the accounting app he and I created together. It has already made over a million dollars. For a couple of kids who don’t know much about anything, we considered that a win and decided to open a headquarters to have a home base.

  But in order to do that, we have to leave college, so we are. And if I ever need to go back to school, I will. And I plan on it one day. Our app is similar to PayPal or Venmo, except when you log in, you pay a base fee, and get all the tax advice, financial services, and accountants you can think of right then and there. It’s personalized, and we have already helped so many people that the app exploded overnight, and now we have five dozen employees to help with the influx of customers, and it’s still growing every day. We just got a massive round of venture funding, allowing us to truly take that next step. To become not just a start-up, but a major financial firm in our own right. All our hard work is finally paying off.

  The one person who I wish I could tell, I can’t. I’d love to tell Everly my plan, but she has never once messaged me back. I tried every day for six months after the night we had sex. That includes phone calls, voicemails, emails, and texts. Maybe I went overboard, but I missed my best friend, and I wanted answers.

  I never got them, though. It was hard to take a hint, but I finally got it. She didn’t want me, so I stopped trying. And a year and a half later, I still haven’t heard a word from her. I don’t know what happened; I don’t know what made her think to do what she did because it was so out of character. Thinking about it still shocks me and makes me feel that morning all over again like it just happened.

  Abandoned in the woods, after having bared my soul to the woman I love.

  Anger replaces sadness, and I toss the photo in the suitcase and zip it up. It’s time to officially leave all the heartache and bullshit behind me here at Berkeley. I’m starting a new life with my friend Gray, and all my focus needs to be on the company, not some girl.

  But she isn’t some girl. She’s the girl.

  Fuck! I want to scream. I’m so tired of her being on my mind.

  “Dude, are you ready yet? Did you pack all your panties? I’m not sure what’s taking so long.” Gray bounces on the heels of his feet, impa
tient as always. He’s wearing his typical outfit, pastel shirt with khaki shorts and Sperrys. He’s your typical frat, boy except he wasn’t ever in a frat.

  His blonde hair is slicked back and parted to perfection, and his blue eyes shine with excitement. He is like a kid in a candy store, and he isn’t even in our store yet. The man lives off anticipation.

  “I’m ready, jeez. Stop getting your panties in a twist.” I take the handle to my suitcase and start to the door.

  “I’m so excited to see Spokane. I did some research, and it has a small-town vibe to it. It has prime property overlooking mountains. I made an appointment with a real estate agent to show us around. I figured we can talk to a construction crew after we buy a plot of land. What do you think?”

  “I think you’re five steps ahead, like you always are,” I say to him as I turn off the light and shut the door. I don’t bother looking back toward the room where I spent all my nights creating this app to try and forget about Everly. That’s what this company was started on. That anger, pain, and constant attempts to put her behind me.

  I had no idea my heartache would take me here. Owner and CEO of LifeRight Financial. I guess I really have to thank her for what she did, or I wouldn’t be where I am today.

  “Someone has to be prepared.” Gray claps his hands together. “We have a few hours before our flight leaves. How about we have one last hurrah before leaving?”

  “That’s what last night was for, and the previous night, and the night before that,” I say with a smile. Gray loves to party and find any reason to celebrate. He even partied and celebrated a test he failed one time because ‘that’s life, and I love life’. His exact words.

  “Yeah, but that was last night.” He frowns, as if I kicked his puppy or something.

  I roll my eyes at his sullen expression and sigh, glancing at my watch. “Fine, but we aren’t getting too crazy. I don’t want to be hungover or wasted when I get to my dad’s house. I’d never hear the end of it.” My father is a very wealthy man, but when I went to college, he made sure I had to work for what I wanted, just like he did.

  So, while many people never believed I didn’t have a dime of my dad’s money, I really didn’t. All the money I have, I earned, and I have to say, it feels fucking great.

  “No, just enough to feel great before getting on the plane.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and shoots a wink to a blonde chick with a lot of tattoos. Gray definitely has a type. The type that makes mom’s nervous. It makes me laugh because he is so clean-cut and preppy, yet the girls he likes are complete opposite.

  We pass a few friends and say bye as we make our way out of the front doors of the dorm. A car is there with our own driver—Gray insisted. And the older-ish man grabs my luggage and puts it in the trunk next to Gray’s.

  “Hey, Trevor. Can you take a photo of me and my brolio here?” Gray asks the driver.

  “Of course, sir.”

  Gray slaps me on the back, and we stand in front of the building that we have lived in for two years. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and it couldn’t be a better day to say goodbye and close a chapter to life. Gray throws his arm around me, and I smile.

  “On the count of three, sirs.”

  “Wait, on three or after three? Because that’s important,” Gray asks.

  I slap my palm against my forehead and groan, “Dude, just be ready.”

  “After three,” Trevor, our driver, says with a little smile.

  “So, four. That would be four,” Gray corrects.

  “Oh my god, Gray. Just shut up and smile already. You’re making me want to drink, and it isn’t even noon yet.”

  He rubs his hand down his shirt and grumbles, “It matters.”

  This time, I throw my arm around him and put him in a headlock. “It doesn’t matter.” I ball up my fist and give him a noogie, messing up his perfectly parted hair.

  “Not the hair! Not the hair!” he shouts.

  I let go and laugh as I see his precious blonde locks standing up. He looks like he got electrocuted. “Personally, I think it looks better.”

  “Asshole,” he chuckles with a teasing glint and throws his arm around me again. “Okay, let’s try this again. On the count of ‘after three’, which is technically four.”

  I don’t have time or the energy to get into that again, so I smile. Trevor seems to be having a good time, so it’s hard to be annoyed at Gray’s technicalities.

  “Looks good, sirs,” Trevor smiles as he hands the phone back.

  “Of course, it does. Have you seen us? We are good looking. You know what? Come here, Trevor. Let’s all take a selfie. You’re here for our new beginning, too.”

  “Oh no, sir. I can’t really impose like that,” Trevor tries to argue, but it’s too late. Gray already has his arm around the poor guy and tosses me the phone.

  I get in on the other side of Trevor and reach my arm out. “On the count of three.”

  “Oh, dear,” Trevor mutters.

  “Wait, on three or—”

  I start taking photos, and I know they are going to be real gems. Gray has his mouth open half the time, and Trevor is trying to get away. Poor driver, he’s probably scarred for life. Finally, ten minutes later, we are in the car and heading to town, stopping at our favorite bar. We invite Trevor inside, but he says no. Gray tries to convince him, but I slap his chest, telling him to leave it be. We can’t push the guy too much.

  The bar is a dive. The white paint on the wall is no longer white, but yellow from all the smoking inside. It’s peeling, chipping, and there are cracks along it. The carpet has stains, from probably every type of bodily fluid there is, and it’s matted to the ground. I don’t think it’s ever been vacuumed.

  “Fellas!” Mikey hollers from behind the bar. “There are my two favorite guys. You heading out of town? Beers on me.”

  I don’t turn twenty-one for another week, but Mikey doesn’t care. His family practically owns this town, so he does whatever the fuck he wants. And so do his friends. This isn’t the first beer I’ve had here, and it won’t be the last. I’m sure I’ll be back.

  “We are having one last beer before we strike out on our own, grabbing life by the horns, eating the oyster that is the world,” Gray announces, enamoured as he stares off into space.

  Mikey leans forward and throws the dirty rag on the bar top. “You sure you want to get in business with that guy? I’m a good businessman. I know people who know people. I can get you places, kid.”

  “Hey, I take offense to that,” Gray calls.

  “Good. You’re an idiot,” Mikey laughs, yanking Gray’s chain.

  An hour passes, then two, then we are on our way to the airport. We board the plane, and then it’s as if I blinked because I’m stepping off the plane in Spokane.

  I inhale the clean, crisp air and sigh. I’ve missed home. The air is cold since it’s winter, but I forgot to pack a jacket. I’m so used to California weather now, but the sharp frozen tendrils of the air feel good wrapping around my body.

  “Oh my god, my balls. I can no longer feel them,” Gray whines as he cups his junk.

  Another car is there waiting for us, and Gray runs to the back door, not waiting for the driver to open it. It isn’t that cold. He’s being dramatic.

  The entire ride to my father’s house, I’m on edge. Maybe it’s from Gray’s teeth chattering, I’m not sure, but something is telling me to be ready. Ready for what? I don’t know.

  Gray whistles as the gate to the house opens. “Fancy pants.”

  “Just my dad. Not me,” I reiterate.

  “Still,” Gray doesn’t say anything further as he gets out of the car once it’s parked in front of the house.

  I follow suit, grab my bags, and stare up at the large castle before me. At least, I always thought of it as a castle. It’s large and brick with a lot of windows and seems like a house royalty would live in. I don’t bother knocking, since it’s my house, and open the door.

  Laughte
r floats through the air, and my brows furrow. I know that laugh. I set my bags down and look up to see Everly’s mother holding my dad’s hand.

  And there, standing in front of her mother is Everly.

  Just what the fuck is going on, here?

  Chapter Two

  Everly

  Oh, this cannot be happening.

  I twist my fingers together and cast my eyes away from Rowan. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he hates me. I see the angry gleam in his eyes, the hatred, the betrayal, and I can’t blame him. The way I treated him doesn’t deserve forgiveness.

  At the time, I thought I was doing what was right. When I woke up that next morning, in the cab of his truck, wrapped up in his arms, with an ache between my legs from the sex we had the previous night, I loved him even more. I was ready to give up everything in that moment to be with him, to follow him to California.

  And that scared me. I didn’t want to be that girl who gave up her entire life for a boy that maybe had feelings for her. I thought it was the right thing to let him go be free in college, to not hold him back, so both of us could still have the lives we wanted.

  We wanted to go to school. We picked those schools knowing we would be apart, and that shouldn’t have changed just because we had sex. I didn’t want him to jeopardize his future, and I didn’t want to jeopardize mine. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

  And it is still the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. It hurt every day not responding to him. It hurt every day knowing he hated me, and that I’ve lost my best friend, forever. We shouldn’t have had sex.

  Part of me doesn’t regret it. I’m glad my first time and only time that I’ve ever had sex was with Rowan, but if we didn’t have sex, I wouldn’t have run, and none of this would have happened.

  I can’t take back what I did. So, I have to live with the consequences, even if they consist of admiring how handsome he got from afar. He grew into himself. He is taller now, broader, and more defined. Rowan’s light brown hair is a bit darker now, like he doesn’t get out in the sun as much anymore, is longer than he used to keep it. His blue eyes swirl with hostility, but there is a hint of sadness too. I hate that I’m the cause of it.