CONTENTS
Dad's EMT Best Friend
NEWSLETTER
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
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
DAD'S EMT BEST FRIEND
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 158
FLORA FERRARI
Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
DAD'S EMT BEST FRIEND
Kit
That whole older guy, younger woman thing? That’s just in those stories, something from movies. Right?
As soon as I see her though, I know I’m in trouble. A weekend away? Sure, sounds like the perfect holiday romance. But not with her dad there too. He’s also my boss.
I want Bree all to myself, and I’m feeling ultra-possessive at the thought of anyone or anything getting between me and my new girl.
My curvy, fresh home from college girl.
But how can I be sure she feels the same way?
And what do I do if her dad finds out…
Who are we both kidding? When her dad finds out.
Bree
Kit Bannon. The mere mention of the man is making me wet already, I haven’t seen him for years… god, I hope-
But it is too late.
He’s already here.
And I’m already wet.
As soon as dad moves out of the way, I see him. And I’m definitely coming.
To the Lake house.
*Dad's EMT Best Friend is a SHORT insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER ONE
Bree
“I just got back dad, I’m sure you’d rather spend your weekend off by yourselves. Just a boy’s weekend. Like you always do?”
I literally just walked through the door, back from college for good and dad wants me to go to the lake house with him and Kit for the weekend.
“Well, too late honey,” dad chirps with a sly grin, pecking my cheek as he bustles past, his fly rods and wicker basket scratching the faded hallway wallpaper as he passes me.
“He’s already here!”
The sound of a horn honking in the driveway makes my heart leap. In excitement, then with a tinge of fear.
Kit Bannon. The mere mention of the man is making me wet already, I haven’t seen him for years… god, I hope-
But it is too late.
He’s already here.
And I’m already wet.
Dad’s blocking the front door as he lets Kit in, juggling his gear along with the door handle.
“She’s trying to tell me she doesn’t wanna go now! Have a word with her, will ya, Kit? See if you can change her mind.”
As soon as dad moves out the way, I see him. And I’m definitely coming.
To the lake house.
Kit’s huge frame blocks the sun streaming in from behind him. His V-shaped torso shows through his tight fitting EMT services t-shirt. His biceps are naturally flexing as he holds up his own travel bag. The vein in his neck showing, every muscle in his body flashing itself in the sunlight and shadows.
He’s perfect. And he’s way better looking than the last picture dad sent me, which I have as a screensaver on my phone, when I’m not at home that is.
Crush, much?
I’ve been in love with Kit Bannon since I can remember. Since graduating, I’ve known what those words mean to be felt as a physical need.
A desire.
Kit Bannon is the key to my lock and I know in an instant that I want nobody else in this life. Nobody else will claim me.
But there’s a catch. He’s dad’s best friend and right hand at work, plus he probably doesn’t even know I exist.
I feel my mouth hanging open, with my heart suddenly sounding like a rock beating against what feel like hollow ribs inside me. My mouth goes dry, while the slickness between my legs takes on a new, warmer edge of slipperiness as his steel blue eyes meet mine.
“Bree? Oh my god!” he exclaims, striding into the house, his ankle high boots under his deep blue denim jeans making an even deeper sound on the floorboards in the hallway, sending the vibrations of his body coming towards mine straight up my legs. I feel dizzy for a moment, like I haven’t taken in air, and my eyes can’t focus. Like I’ve caught too much sun.
But it’s just the effect this man has on me.
“When did you get back? My god. You’re all…” he looks stunned for a moment, looking me up and down. Lost for words.
Is he blushing?
“…grown up! C’mere! Give me a hug.”
Before I can think, I’m in his powerful arms, his whole hard body right up against mine as I feel his welcome hug melting into something we both feel that insists on being something more than just friendly.
A small sound escapes me and I hear him sniffing my hair, a gasping groan escapes his own lips and I suddenly feel more than just wet. My pulse has ruptured my brain.
I’ve died and this is what heaven is. An eternity in the arms of Kit Bannon.
It’s clear we both want to keep hugging, and I can even feel something else shifting in front of Kit, but the sound of my dad coming back inside makes him let go of me, making me feel the pain of loss in an instant.
The pain of not being in his arms, but at least I know, I think I know, that we might be more than just friends. Even after all these years.
“Well?” My dad says, clapping Kit’s huge shoulder from behind, “Didya manage to change her mind about coming?” he asks, sounding hopeful, while Kit’s careful not to turn around. I can see the huge bulge forming in the front of his jeans, which catches the last of my shallow breath, leaving me totally useless for anything but staring.
“Oh, I think I can get her to come,” Kit says hungrily, deftly moving his bag to cover himself, as he lets dad pass and putting an arm around my shoulder, which makes me jump, he leans in to whisper the same question in my ear.
“Will you come, Bree? Will you come for me?” I shudder as I feel his lip touch my ear, and I try not to moan out loud, but the sound that escapes me is unmistakable.
“To the lake house, I mean…” Kit adds, almost stammering, using his
huge hand to support my waist as he feels me sagging in a near faint.
I only feel my head pumping in a nod, the urge to have him touching me taking over everything else now.
I’ve never kissed anyone, not like the way I want him to kiss me. And I’ve never even thought about how best to employ my hands to free that huge bulge showing at the front of his pants.
The thought of him in my hands, his huge cock inside me. It’s more than I can take and I feel my knees get weaker than ever, a definite line of moisture running down the inside of my leg under my skirt.
We get to my bedroom door, off the hallway and I slip inside, standing for a moment and using the door to prevent me from melting into a huge puddle on the floor.
“I’m coming…Kit…” is all I can manage, and then I really have to close the door, because it really does feel like something inside me is about to burst. If I spend another second in his company. If I have him touch me one more time, it feels like a lifetime’s worth of something is going to come rushing right out of me, flooding our hallway and run right out onto the street.
CHAPTER TWO
Kit
Mark and I have been going to the Lake house since I can remember, mostly just the two of us, and with Bree when she was little. Before she went away to college.
Mark’s family, his parents, they provided an education and future for Bree that he couldn’t refuse. The down side was, it meant less time with her on holidays, our peak season as rural EMT services personnel. So, when I heard that Bree was coming back and that Mark had wangled us some R and R, I leapt at the chance.
What Mark didn’t warn me about, was how fucking beautiful his daughter is now. I used to bounce her on my knee. But she was a child back then. She’s a young woman now, and well, something about her just makes my heart flip as soon as I walk through the door.
It was like walking into the next chapter of my life.
And there’s more than just my knee I wanna bounce her on. I’m not a ladies man, not by any stretch, but as soon as I see her, I want her. Like water to a man dying of thirst, I want to drink from her, right there on the damned hallway floor.
I almost felt threatened by Mark, like I wanted to growl or snap at him, chase him away or something. There’s just something in Bree that brings out the caveman in me.
Her near see through blouse isn’t helping either. The matching cotton summer skirt, I can practically see right through it with the light shining from behind me.
Her milky calves curve up, and I can see her thighs, and the shape of her hips. The telltale lines of a lace thong underneath with those hips, Christ those hips! And the rest of her body which makes my dick instantly come to life, all on its own.
I’m stuck for words, panicked really. She’s my boss’s and my best friend’s daughter. I can’t just claim her as my own in his hallway seconds after seeing her again after a few years.
Why the fuck not?
Look at her!
Maybe Mark needs a lesson in whose man enough around here…
She’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help it. I need to touch her, somehow. To find a reason to get close enough to have major physical contact.
A friendly hello hug quickly turns into what I imagine a lover’s embrace to feel like. And the sounds she makes, the way her body melts right into mine, we’re a perfect fit I know it.
But with Mark coming back inside, I know I have to ease up. Anywhere else, in any other setting, I swear I’d just kiss her and tell her how I feel, it’s that potent. The chemistry between us is undeniable, but because it’s all happening so fast and then because she practically slams her door in my face, I’m left hanging.
Or rather, standing. At full attention in my boss’s hallway, panting with an aching hard on the likes of which I’ve never known. And all god damned Mark wants to talk about is fishing.
Well I gotta pole here. All ready…
“I figure we’ll take your truck too this weekend, that alright?” Mark asks casually, trying to take my bag, which I cling to for dear life, needing to cover up in front of him still. I don’t think my dick will ever be soft again as long as I live, not after what I’ve just experienced.
“Alright, princess keep your make-up case. But can we take your truck is what I’m askin’. What’s the matter with you, you alright? You look…”
“I’m alright,” I lie, “Sure. We’ll take my truck too.” I reassure him hurriedly.
“Probably need it to haul back all that trout you plan on catching.” I joke with him, feeling a little like old times already, but I know deep down that I’m royally screwed.
Oh! By the way Mark, can your daughter ride up front with me? Maybe she can empty my aching blue balls on the way up by sucking me dry with that sweet mouth of hers, right before I take her doggy style over the hood of my truck…I’m madly in love with her, don’t you know…?
It’s not going to be easy, but I tell myself I must be imagining things. Maybe I really do need a few days off?
The job, what we do, it can be stressful and take its toll without even showing as obvious mental and emotional strain. Rescuing people from fiery wrecks, trapped cave divers and lost woodsmen, it’s all part for the course in a day for us, but it can get to you.
As soon as I hear the latch from Bree’s room, I spin my head around, feeling like it’s on a stick and about to pop off.
It’s not my imagination.
At the sight of her sweetness all over again, I moan out loud, and my aching dick just goes up a notch into overdrive.
Fortunately, Mark’s talking so loudly about himself and his trout, that he barely notices Bree again, as I position myself so she brushes past me as she walks down the hall.
Her eyes are broadcasting one thing, and I know for sure that she’s got more in mind than just being friends with ‘Uncle Kit’, not that I’m related, but still.
I also feel my own eyes, tearing her clothes off, imagining my tongue circling those pink nipples I can see straining through her flimsy top.
Ah, fuck it. Some holiday. This is going to be the death of me.
With Mark and I in the hall, blocking her way, her dad sucks in his belly and she turns to face him, letting her ass drag across my aching front after I move my bag so she can get through.
She gives me a furtive look, then turns to her dad, keeping his attention away from my now raging hard on.
“Did I hear you say Kit’s taking his truck too? Can I ride with him dad? I’ve never ridden in a Jeep truck before.”
Her look isn’t totally confident either. Like me, she seems to be under some sort of nervous spell, like two speedboats racing towards each other? Only seconds before they collide. An impact I’m imagining in my mind every second I’m near her, willing it to happen but dreading the aftermath.
“Sure honey,” Mark says absently, then looking at his watch, he hurries us all along, nagging me to put my bag down long enough to help him with the cooler so we can get moving.
CHAPTER THREE
Bree
My hands are trembling as I go through my suitcase from college, only taking out what I won’t need and keeping the rest for the weekend. I absently pack about twenty pairs of panties.
If I’m going to be this wet all weekend, I’ll need a sponge, not panties.
It’s so unlike me. I’m the studious, bookworm and research type. I’ve never been on a date, never even kissed a boy. And all that other stuff… My god, I had no idea it was so intense until I laid eyes on Kit again. He looks so much more handsome in person than his last picture.
Rugged and fit, and I can tell he’s been working out. His ass, arms and chest… I feel like a blow up inflatable pig next to him, but he seems to like what he’s seeing.
I really hope so, if this is all a wind up or my imagination, I’ll just die.
“Ah, Christ!” my dad exclaims. “I left the ice at the station, it’s in the freezer there. I’ll swing by on the way thr
ough and pick it up. You two go on ahead.” He says, checking off everything he knows he does have with him in his truck.
Dad’s so organized.
“Alright?” he asks again, looking at us both as we register the dumb look we’re both sporting. I can feel my mouth hanging open again, and seeing Kit’s face out the corner of my eye, he looks exactly how I feel.
Like a shy kid, who's about to be locked in the closet with the girl who nobody else wants to kiss.
Maybe.
Or does he want to kiss me? I don’t know.
That hard on enough for ya? Or the way he sniffed your hair, says he’s up for it Bree, so stop being dumb and just enjoy yourself!
“We can get ice on the way,” Kit protests, but dad puts his hand’s up, waving his words away.
“I’ll stop by… Have to look at something anyway… paperwork… rosters…” dad mutters to himself, heaving himself up into his truck, he gives us a friendly honk before pulling away, and I feel myself shudder, finally alone with Kit.
“Well? Shall we?” he asks, looking away, as though he wants to occupy himself with anything but me for the moment.
I feel a little stab of hurt, but reason with myself that we have all weekend, that what happened in the house might just have been nerves, or something…
I force a smile and climb into the Jeep truck with Kit behind me, I suddenly become self-conscious about the size of my ass, and slip on the running board, kissing the seat and feeling my legs scrap down as I nearly fall back out of the truck I’m trying to get into.
I hear his puff, then his strong hands, both around my waist, stop me from sliding right out. My rear ends pressed right up against his crotch, my legs already spread from slipping.
I gasp aloud, more a moan of frustration that I can’t just have him inside me then feel something else as one of his hands covers the whole left side of my ass, helping me back in the truck but spreading me wide open for a moment.
“You alright?” I hear him stammering, his breath catching, his whole hand transmitting his own need to have me, to make me his own.
I shake and tremble all over, but get myself up into the truck. There’s no mistaking Kit’s arousal now. It’s in his eyes as well as a wet stain above the thick line straining in his pants, which I want to pretend not to notice, but I can’t do anything but stare at it.
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