My Best Friend's Navy SEAL Dad: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  She lets fly with her moans, no longer holding them back, and my cock gets even hotter.

  The tip starts to tingle.

  I don’t know how long we go on like this. Time does funny things and all I can focus on is pumping my hips, driving up between those round juicy breasts, and fucking them like they’re her slit, like the hole I’m going to claim soon, soon, soon…

  “Fuck.”

  I roar as my seed explodes up my shaft, erupting from the helm of my engorged cock and squirting all over her chest.

  She gasps as I continue to fuck her virgin tits, taking every last piece of pleasure from her.

  I stand back, gazing down at my come glistening against her flushed chest.

  “Rub it over your tits,” I tell her.

  She bites her lip, letting out a shivering moan, anxiety buried within the noise.

  “Now, Snapshot,” I growl.

  She does as she’s told like the obedient girl she is, smoothing her hands over her breasts, making them shine with my release. I stare, captivated, engrossed in the moment as I’ve never been engrossed before.

  Then I turn away, my breathing becoming choked.

  “What is it?” she says. “Did I do something wrong”

  “No,” I say, laughing grimly. “You did everything right. It’s just… if I keep looking at you, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

  “I guess we should get dressed then,” she murmurs.

  There are lots of things we should and shouldn’t do.

  We should never have met on the hiking trail – I knew where it would lead – and we should never have come here. I shouldn’t have stripped her naked and tasted her sweet virgin slit.

  But it feels like should is a word that is starting to lose all meaning.

  Need, want, destiny, fate…

  Words I’ve never had much use for slam into my mind like bullets pounding against a barricade.

  The SEALs taught me to push down my desires and work for the good of the team, but all I can think about now is me and my woman and doing whatever it takes to make sure we can live our lives together.

  It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong.

  But I can’t stop.

  And it doesn’t feel wrong.

  It feels like heaven.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Tessa

  I sit in the passenger seat, my body feeling raw and hot from what we did at the cabin.

  As we pull up outside my house, I almost pinch myself to prove this is all real. The sun still hangs in the middle of the sky, blaring down with afternoon brightness, and yet so much has changed since I left for the hiking trail this morning.

  I glance at our rundown two-bedroom, the façade fading, the paintwork chipped. The curtains are closed which tells me that mom still isn’t home from her date with Liam. One of the holdovers from her schizophrenia is that she still has to close all the curtains, a vestige of paranoia she can’t quite shake.

  She’ll probably be gone all day, knowing them.

  “Are you okay?” Trent asks.

  A shiver moves over me at the rumble in his voice.

  I remember how he looked looming over me, his rock hard manhood sliding slickly between my breasts. My sex sizzles at the thought of it, my womb making my hole flutter and wet and needy.

  “Yeah,” I tell him, glancing at him, taking in the sight of his possessive eyes and silver streaked hair. “I guess I’m wondering what happens next.”

  “Yeah.” He nods, his jaw tight. “It’s a bit of a goddamn mess, isn’t it?”

  “What do you mean?”

  He laughs gruffly. “Do I really have to explain?”

  I stare at him, and he smirks.

  “Since when did you get so sassy, Snapshot?”

  “Maybe I was always sassy,” I banter. “You just never took the time to notice.”

  “Of course I didn’t,” he growls. “You were just a kid. You were my daughter’s best friend. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but you were invisible to me back then. Just another family friend.”

  “And now?” I whisper, aware I’m fishing for compliments but not really giving a damn.

  “Now… you’re everything.” He moves his hand as if to touch me, but then he remembers where we are and grips the steering wheel instead. “I don’t want to hurt Angela, but I can’t imagine a life where we’re not together forever. I can’t imagine a life where I don’t put a baby – a thousand goddamn babies – inside of you.”

  I turn to the house, my heart pounding heavily in my chest, through my body. My panties rub against my sex, my body screaming at me to drag him inside and let him take me, for the first time, the most magical time. Let him drive that unbelievably huge cock inside of me and explode and make me pregnant.

  Once I’m pregnant we won’t have a choice.

  We’ll have to tell Angie.

  Will it destroy her?

  “Did you feel this way about Lucy?” I ask.

  Lucy was Angela’s mother. They split up when Angie was tiny.

  “No.” He sighs. “I’ve never felt this way about anybody. I was convinced I couldn’t feel this way about anybody until yesterday. Jesus, that sounds so fucking crazy when I say it out loud.”

  “But you were together for years,” I murmur.

  “Yeah, and breaking up was the best thing we could’ve done,” he says. “I didn’t feel anything for her. It’s a horrible thing to admit. But it’s the truth. Angela was an accident… the best accident a man could’ve wished for. Don’t get me wrong. But an accident all the same.”

  “I never knew that,” I whisper.

  “Angie never told you?”

  I shake my head. “She doesn’t really like talking about that stuff. I try to respect that.”

  “Maybe I shouldn’t say, then.”

  “Say what?”

  He frowns, his hands getting tighter on the steering wheel.

  “She’s never told you why we broke up? I was going to stay with her. That’s what a man does. That’s what a man is supposed to do when he makes a woman pregnant. Even if he doesn’t feel what he wished he did, he stays by her side while they raise their child.”

  “But she cheated on you,” I say.

  He flinches. “So she told you.”

  I nod. “Right after she passed. She was so messed up. She hated her one second and loved her the next. She was so confused. She told me as I held her.”

  “Loyalty is the most important thing in a relationship,” Trent growls. “In the military and in… in love, it means everything.”

  He pauses before saying love, as though the word is unusual to him like he’s still suspicious about its meaning.

  “I agree,” I say passionately. “Whenever I dreamed about the man I’d end up with one day…”

  Meaning, whenever I dreamt about him because I’ve crushed on him for as long as I can remember.

  When my mind drifted off to fantasies of families and a husband and love, it was always Trent standing there.

  But even after everything, I find myself not wanting to come across as too eager just in case I freak him out.

  “Yeah?” he prompts when I trial off.

  “I always knew loyalty would be the most important thing,” I say. “The idea of cheating on somebody, of being cheated on, it sickens me. It’s why my dad left.”

  Tears crack my voice and I shake my head, as though I can force them away.

  His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

  “Do you have any idea how badly I want to hold you right now?” he growls.

  “You can’t,” I say, voice shaking. “You know how Youngstone is.”

  He sighs and stares firmly at me, waiting for me to go on.

  “My dad cheated on my mom dozens of times,” I say, voice trembling. “I never knew why he left until I was fifteen and she finally told me. He traveled a lot for work. And he cheated on her every chance he got. It was in his nature, she said. He couldn’t help it. But she
still kicked his ass out. And then he left… and then he got ill, and he died, and I was left with this dad-shaped hole in my heart.”

  I cough away my tears, pawing at my cheeks, angry with myself for letting all of this out.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t want to depress you.”

  “You have nothing to apologize for,” he growls. “I’m glad you told me. I’m glad we feel the same. Loyalty, Snapshot.”

  “Loyalty,” I whisper.

  “Forever,” he growls. “Which means we have to tell Angela.”

  A tremor moves through me, as though an invisible drill is twisting through my body. “What?”

  “There’s no alternative,” he says. “What else are we supposed to do? I want you. You want me. We want to have children together. A life together.”

  Maybe this would sound crazy if I hadn’t crushed on him since I was a kid. If I hadn’t dreamed of this moment for years.

  The only truly crazy part – for me – is that he feels the same.

  “Yes,” I say passionately. “But what if she doesn’t accept it? What if she—”

  I cut off when Taylor Swift fills the air, signaling that Angie is calling Trent.

  He frowns tightly as if to say, it’s like she knows we’re talking about her.

  “Do you mind?” he says.

  I laugh drily.

  Do I mind if he talks to his daughter, to my best friend?

  “Of course not. Just please don’t say anything, about, you know…”

  “I’d never do it over the phone,” he says. “This conversation needs to happen in person.”

  “I agree,” I say, relieved.

  He takes his phone from his pocket and brings it to his ear.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Trent

  “Dad, this is all happening so fast,” Angela gushes down the phone.

  Happiness twists through me at the joy in my daughter’s voice, but it’s tinged with guilt and anxiety as I look over at Tessa, at my woman, her cheeks flushed and redness spreading down her neck. I force myself to look away, just in case steamy thoughts spiral into my mind.

  Just in case? a voice roars. That’s a goddamn guarantee.

  “Dad? Are you there?”

  “Sorry, Angela. What’s happened?”

  “I’m flying to New York for the advertisement.”

  “What? When?”

  “Like right now,” she laughs. “They want to film four TV spots and the studio’s in New York. How crazy is that? They’re even putting me up in a hotel. I’ll be gone for a couple of days.”

  “I want the address of the hotel and I want you to call me the second you land,” I say firmly.

  “Dad…”

  “I mean it,” I growl.

  “It’s a huge production company. I’ll send you their Wikipedia page.”

  “I know who they are,” I say. “I’ve already checked them out. I know it’s all aboveboard and that you’re safe. But please, for me, regular phone calls or even texts, okay?”

  “Okay,” she says. “I’m going to have to cancel dinner with Tessa. Do you think she’ll mind?”

  “This is your big break,” I tell her. “Focus on that. She wants you to succeed. She loves you.”

  My voice almost cracks on the last sentence, emotion trying to twist my voice.

  Goddamn, my virgin princess is changing me already.

  “Anyway, I have to go,” she says. “I can’t believe this.”

  “I can,” I say. “You’re incredibly talented. This is just the beginning. And remember…”

  “I know, I know. Call and text.”

  “Make sure you do,” I say. “And text me the details of your hotel the second this call ends.”

  “You’re so paranoid,” she laughs.

  “I’m a SEAL,” I counter. “I’ve seen parts of the world you couldn’t imagine.”

  “Okay. I love you. Bye-bye.”

  “Bye, Angela. I love you.”

  I hang up, shaking my head.

  “The universe really is fucking with us now,” I chuckle grimly. “Angela’s heading to New York for a couple of days to shoot those TV commercials.”

  “Whoah.” Tessa’s face lights up, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “That’s crazy. Oh my God, do you think this could be her big break? This is so amazing. She’s worked so hard.”

  My chest tightens at her emotion, flooding with her contagious happiness.

  Despite all the messiness, I’m so damn relieved that my daughter has such a supportive friend.

  “I need to charge my phone so I can call her,” she says. “I bet she’s been calling me like crazy.”

  Her happy expression falters, a frown touching her lips.

  “But this means we can’t tell her about us,” she says. “Not yet, at least.”

  “I thought you’d be relieved?” I ask.

  “Well, I don’t want to tell her. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to be awful. But you’re right. What’s the alternative?”

  “We can’t tell her over the phone,” I say. “Especially not when she needs to focus on her work.”

  A bitter voice inside roars at me that I’m making excuses, that this has nothing to do with my daughter and everything to do with my selfish need to be with my woman.

  “Maybe the best thing would be for us to cool things off until she’s back,” Tessa murmurs, as though she’s reading my thoughts.

  “Maybe.” I nod. “But I don’t know if I can.”

  She makes an intoxicating whimpering noise, the sound driving deep inside of me, causing my stomach to twist and roar out in carnal need. I almost reach out and touch her, the same way I’ve been almost reaching out and touching her ever since we pulled up outside her house.

  “No,” she says softly. “Neither do I. God, this is so messy.”

  “On the upside,” I say, with a smirk to try and lighten the mood, “it looks like you’re free for dinner. Let me take you somewhere.”

  She laughs, her eyes glistening with the suggestion of tears. But she’s not crying. It’s more like she could cry if she let herself cross that line, but she’s bravely holding herself back.

  “In Youngstone? I think Mrs. Pennyworth would have a fit if she saw us on a date.”

  “Who said it was a date?” I tease, chuckling.

  She giggles and rolls her eyes playfully, the most captivating sight in the goddamn world. “I guess I just did.”

  She stares at me with her just-Tessa mix of sassiness and shyness, a combination that will never stop driving me crazy.

  “If it’s a date, you should be a good girl and wear what I tell you to,” I smirk.

  “I’d love to,” she says, her voice twitching with seriousness now. “But how can we, Trent? Even if we go to the next town over, people might recognize us. There’s nowhere we can go in the whole of Maine where we can know, for sure, that we won’t be caught.”

  The word caught hangs in the air like a bad odor.

  “We’re not doing anything wrong,” I growl.

  She stares hard at me, her lips trembling as if she can’t decide if I’m lying to her or lying to myself.

  Rage spirals through me, but not rage aimed at my woman. I don’t think I could ever be angry at the future mother of my children.

  The rage is aimed at the goddamn situation, the twisted combination of circumstances and emotion that led us here.

  But even if there are uncertain things about what’s happening here, one thing I’m dead certain about is how I feel about my woman.

  “I’ll take you someplace where it’ll just be the two of us,” I say firmly. “I don’t want any other man seeing how captivating you are in the dress I pick out for you, anyway.”

  “Are you really going to choose my clothes?” she whimpers, and my little horny virgin can’t mask the lust shimmering beneath the words.

  “Don’t act like you don’t want me to,” I smirk.

  A flush spreads across her cheeks, betraying her des
ire.

  “I do,” she admits. “But I don’t want you to be disappointed if I can’t… you know.”

  I chuckle. “What a shy, little virgin you are. You don’t want me to be disappointed if you’re not ready to open those thick gorgeous thighs and take my throbbing hot dick. Is that what you’re trying to say, Tessa?”

  She bites her lip, letting out a moaning noise that almost turns me feral.

  “Yes,” she sighs after a long pause. “But I want it. I want it so bad. I’ve dreamt about it for so long. I’ve—”

  She bites down, stilling her next words.

  My smirk widens.

  “You naughty girl,” I tease warmly. “You’ve touched yourself thinking about me?”

  She fidgets in her seat, nodding in a way that makes me want to turn full savage, grabbing her and claiming her right here. I’d tear off her shirt with my teeth, exposing those voluptuous breasts, and then take her nipples in my mouth as I sat her in my lap and drove up inside of her.

  “When’s the last time you did it?” I snarl, my voice shaking and throbbing and pulsing.

  Something else takes hold of me when my woman looks like this, full of need.

  “A few days before you got back,” she gushes. “I was imagining all the things you’d do to me and… and I got carried away.”

  “What you were imagining.” I snarl. “It doesn’t need to only be a fantasy anymore. All of it can come true.”

  She shakes her head, her breath coming out shivery, choked like she can’t quite take the force of my words.

  “I can’t tell you here,” she whispers.

  “You don’t trust yourself not to lose control,” I growl, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Snapshot. I feel the same. Later, then… Maybe tonight.”

  “Tonight?”

  I smirk. “Our date. I’ll bring the dress over later. If you’re extra nice, I might even put a fucking ribbon on the package.”

  “Where are we going?” she asks.

  “That’s a surprise,” I say. “Now be a good virgin and move those hips for me as you walk home.”

  “What, like from side to side?”

  “Yeah, make that fucking ass dance for me. Now, Tessa, before I lose control.”

  Not kissing her before she steps from my car is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. Every impulse inside of me roars to grab her flushed cheeks and lean close, painting her in my warm breath before I press my lips against hers.