The Daddy Dilemma

by Tia Siren

  I pushed myself up on my arms, positioning myself over her, and pulled out before slamming back in. Her body slid up the bed. I thrust in again, pulling a groan from her. I pulled out and then fucked her fast and hard, slamming the headboard against the wall in a rapid beat.

  “Brock!” she screamed out. I stopped moving, stopping my own climax as her pussy pulsed around me. “Brock,” she moaned again.

  I dropped my body against hers. Taking slow, deep breaths, I fought back my orgasm before rolling onto my back and bringing her to sit on top of me.

  She wiggled her hips and seated herself firmly on my dick. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were flushed. I could see a red mark on her neck from where I had kissed and sucked. I loved seeing the look of sex on her. It was sexy and erotic.

  Her hips rolled forward as her hands moved over my chest. She dug her short fingernails in as she pushed back, taking me deep inside her.

  “Ride me, Ashley.”

  She moaned low in her throat, her head dropping back as she rocked back and forth. She moved her hands behind her, resting them on my thighs. She rose up a little and rotated her hips.

  I grunted and bit my bottom lip to keep from thrusting up and deep. I let her continue to work my dick, taking her pleasure anyway she liked it. When I felt the spiral of my own climax building up, I grabbed her hips and began jerking upward hard and deep.

  I burst into what felt like a million pieces, jerking in a series of spasms as I came deep inside her. I felt her orgasm pour over my dick. She rocked forward a few times, her thighs squeezing my own before she collapsed against my chest. Her heart was racing. I could feel it beating against my own.

  She laid like that for several long minutes. I didn’t want her to move—ever.

  She rolled to the side and stretched her body before curling into me.

  “Should we be using protection?” I blurted out, realizing it was probably a question I should have asked before we’d had sex.

  “Little late for that, don’t you think?” she joked. “But I have it covered.”

  “Okay.” I breathed a little sigh of relief. “You have to go home.”

  She jerked away from me, but I used my arm to bring her right back against me.

  “I meant I don’t want to explain to Jasper about boy-girl sleepovers. Not yet anyway.”

  She heaved a big sigh. “You’re right. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

  “I wish you could sleep next to me all night,” I whispered against the top of her head.

  “Me too.”

  We got up and dressed before I took her home. At the farm, I gave her a long kiss good night that only served to get both of us fired up again.

  “Dammit. Maybe we can take a walk to the barn,” I moaned, my erection pushing against her.

  She laughed. “Oh, because that wouldn’t raise any questions at all.”

  “You’re killing me,” I grunted as she pulled away.

  “I’ll call you,” she said before heading up the steps and inside the house. I watched as the only light in the living room went out before pulling away.

  Chapter 37

  Ashley

  I stretched leisurely, happy to have been able to sleep in this morning. Brock had worked my body over quite well last night, leaving me feeling relaxed and satiated. I had slept like a baby. Although I would have preferred sleeping in his arms, I knew it would have been wrong and understood why he had said I needed to go home.

  “Ash?”

  My dad knocking on my door snapped me out of my little reverie about last night.

  “Come in, Dad,” I called out. I threw the covers back and sat up. I had learned a long time ago that sleeping in the nude or anything skimpy when you were a mom was never a good idea. Kids either climbed into bed or demanded you attend to them in their own beds in the middle of the night, and there was no waiting a second while you got decent.

  He pushed the door open and I stood there in my shorts and T-shirt. “What is that?” I asked, pointing to the trunk he was kicking into my room.

  “It’s your hope chest.”

  I laughed. “Dad, I haven’t seen that thing in forever. I don’t think I used it how it was intended. It was filled with pictures and yearbooks and other silly items.”

  “And something else,” he said with a smile.

  I raised an eyebrow but was intrigued. I dropped to my knees to open it. When I opened the lid, I gasped.

  “Dad!”

  He was grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning. “I figured you may want that.”

  I pulled out my wedding dress. It had clearly been dry-cleaned based on the plastic bag it was stored in. I ran a hand over the beadwork on the bodice. I remembered picking out the gown. It was a little risqué, but I’d insisted it was perfect for me. The deep V in the back nearly hit the crack of my butt, but I’d had it fitted to a T to preserve my modesty—or as much modesty as the dress allowed.

  “I don’t think I’ll be walking down any aisles anytime soon,” I told him.

  He shrugged. “Well, in case you do, I figured I could save you some money.”

  “I can’t believe you held on to this.”

  I remembered pulling the dress off and leaving it in a heap on my bedroom floor. It had been fitted so tightly, I’d nearly ripped the seams trying to get it off in a hurry. The last thing I remembered about day was seeing my beautiful wedding gown that I had saved for months to buy lying in a heap of satin and lace on the floor of my bedroom before I crawled out the window.

  Thinking of that day made me shake my head. I had been so young and reckless, and extremely immature.

  “I think you should hold on to this and think real hard about it. You’re a stubborn woman, Ashley Parks, which is usually a good thing, but in this situation, it could leave you unhappy. I think you need to stop fighting so hard and accept what is.”

  “And what is that, Dad?”

  “He loves you and you love him.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know if that’s enough.”

  “Oh, Ash, it is. You keep reaching and going in search of something better. You’ve got something great right in front of you. You don’t have to keep looking. Ever heard that saying about not seeing the forest for the trees? Well that’s you. You are looking at a future you think you want, but it’s empty. Trust me, you want people who love you beside you, not a big fat pillow and a healthy bank account,” he lectured.

  He turned and left the room, leaving me alone with my past. I gently placed the dress on my bed and dropped to my knees to see what other treasures I would find inside the trunk. I pulled out one thing after another, each reminding me of a time with Brock: the first movie we had ever gone to, the first time we’d had sex, the first time he asked me to be his girlfriend. The more I dug through the trunk, I realized everything involved Brock.

  I sighed, realizing how important he had been in my life. He had been there through all the good times and the bad. He was the only real constant I had in my life. I couldn’t believe I had thought I could run away from him.

  “Mom!” Jasper called out before stepping into my room. “Grandpa says your phone is ringing.”

  Looking at my nightstand where my phone usually sat, I saw nothing. I must have left it in the kitchen last night. I followed Jasper to the kitchen, checked the missed call log, and saw it had been Hank.

  I hadn’t talked to Hank since the big blowout a week ago and wasn’t looking forward to it now.

  Calling him back, I braced myself for him to bitch at me for something or other.

  “What’s up?” I asked when he answered. If this was going to be one of those calls, I wanted to go in on the offensive.

  “Teresa is getting promoted to chief. The hospital is throwing a big party for her and some of the other people who are moving up in the ranks. It’s a fancy event and I would like you to go.”

  I hesitated but figured I needed to support the family. We were family, even if they didn�
�t approve of Brock.

  “Okay. I’ll go,” I agreed.

  “Great. And bring Brock.”

  “What?” I asked, certain I couldn’t have heard him right. I remembered what he had said at the disastrous Friday night dinner. He had not been kind.

  “Bring Brock. It’s cool. From what I hear, you two are a thing now. I may as well get used to him hanging around.”

  I laughed. “Oh, Hank. Have you been listening to the town gossip?”

  “I may have heard a few things. Dad has done nothing but talk about how great Brock is and how the two of you have been spending a lot of time together.”

  “It was one date!”

  He laughed. “I didn’t know about a date, but I think we all know it’s inevitable. Seems like it’s only you two who don’t know.”

  I cleared my throat, not wanting to stir up drama, but I needed to know what I was getting into. “What about Leslie? Is she going to be there?”

  “Yes. She’s invited. I’m sure she’s coming.”

  I felt a little bummed, but I would have to decline the invitation. Leslie’s big mouth couldn’t be trusted. I was not about to let her make a scene at Teresa’s party like she had at dinner. I was not going to ruin her big night by bringing Brock, plus, I didn’t really feel like making a spectacle of myself either.

  “She’ll behave. I promise. Things were a little tense last week, but she knows better now.”

  “I don’t think so, Hank. I haven’t talked to her since Friday, and I don’t know that I’m ready to. She said some pretty nasty things. I’m only glad Jasper and Brock didn’t hear them,” I said, fighting down the rage that rekindled just thinking about it.

  “Ashley, you need to let it go. You have to admit it was a little strange to have dinner with the man who had almost managed to get his hands on Dad’s farm. It wasn’t cool.”

  “I didn’t invite him! Dad did!” I wailed.

  He chuckled. “Trust me, I know. We both know. Dad hasn’t exactly been silent about it. He may be old and sick, and we may be parents ourselves, but believe me, he let us know in no uncertain terms that he would whoop our asses if we ever disrespect him, his house, or his guests again.

  I practically fell to the ground rolling with laughter. I knew Dad would follow through on that threat, too. He took that kind of thing seriously. It was all about respect with him.

  It was good to actually talk with my brother instead of him lecturing me. “I don’t know about that. We are trying to figure things out.”

  “Ashley, relationships aren’t easy. You don’t think Teresa and I have had our issues? I can’t tell you how many times I have thought about packing up and running away. You have to look at the big picture. Are you happier with him than without him? Are there more good times than bad? Use those to gauge the relationship, not what you’re feeling in any given moment. Hell, or even a given month sometimes. You have to set your mind to making it work.”

  “Thank you, Hank. I know. I was young back then. We’ll see. This is all new for us. I think we’re just trying to figure stuff out. You’ll be the first to know if we decide to make this an official relationship,” I teased.

  “I better be. I have to go. I’ll see you next Friday. It’s fancy. Wear something nice. Not church nice, but nice.”

  “I’ve been to black-tie functions before, Hank. I think I can dress myself.”

  “Oh, I forgot. You’re Miss Fancy New York. See you then,” he said, and hung up.

  I was glad to know Hank was willing to give Brock a chance. I knew it was asking a lot, but in reality, Brock hadn’t done anything wrong. Leslie and Hank had nothing to be mad about, especially considering Hank didn’t even want to try to save the farm.

  I checked my watch and hoped Brock was up. Then I laughed. Of course he was up. It was after eight, which meant he had probably been up for a while. The man probably already went for a run. The extent of my morning exercise had been to get out of bed and walk across the room.

  “Good morning,” I said when he answered.

  “Hey.” He was a little out of breath.

  “Are you running?”

  “Just finished. What’s up?”

  I knew the man well. “I wanted to see if you would be interested in going to a party next Friday in Morgantown. Hank’s wife is getting promoted and there is going to be a celebration.”

  “You want me to go to a party with your family?”

  I laughed, completely understanding his hesitation. “Yes. It was Hank’s idea actually. They all promise to be on their best behavior. If not, Dad will beat them.”

  He chuckled and then agreed. “I will go anywhere if it means I get to spend time with you. How fancy is this party?”

  “Black tie. Got anything in that big closet of yours?”

  “I do. What about you? Are you going to wear some sexy little sequin number?” he said in a low, husky voice that told me exactly what he was thinking.

  “I don’t know yet. I may have to do some shopping.”

  We agreed on a time for him to pick me up and made some plans for the night. Since the party was in Morgantown, we would need to leave early. I hung up the phone feeling very excited for the weekend. I couldn’t wait to see him decked out in a tux. It all felt very adult.

  My mind drifted to what I would wear. I needed to go to Morgantown to shop. I knew I wouldn’t find anything appropriate around here, and I certainly didn’t have anything black-tie worthy in my closet.

  I called Anna. “Hey, feel like heading to Morgantown for a shopping day?”

  “Yes.” I heard footsteps and turned around to see her standing in the kitchen. “Oh,” I said into the phone while looking directly at her.

  She rolled her eyes and put it away. “That’s actually why I’m here. I get one last try to hook me a man before I get fat. I need a dress that rocks this body,” she said, waving a hand over herself.

  I laughed. “I think you’ve rocked that body enough, which is why you are in this predicament.”

  “Whatever. Says the lady that has a kid.”

  I quickly showered and we left, taking Jasper and Dad along for the ride. We needed male opinions—we thought.

  Chapter 38

  Brock

  I felt a little silly in the black tux, but that was only because I was still in our small town. Once I got to Morgantown with other tuxedo-clad men, I wouldn’t feel quite so ridiculous. I pulled in front of the house and climbed out of the truck, doing my best to avoid getting dirty. I would have to dust off before I went into the party.

  It had been dry this week, which meant dust was everywhere. There was no avoiding it, and I could see it clinging to the hem of my pants and my shiny black shoes. I knocked on the door and Jasper quickly answered it.

  “Hi, Dad. You look very nice,” he said in an adult fashion.

  “Well, thank you, bud.”

  “Mom’s almost ready. She said she didn’t like her earrings. Grandpa said no one would look at her earrings.”

  I laughed and made a mental note never to say anything I didn’t want repeated around Jasper.

  Tanner was sitting in his recliner, reading the paper, but jumped up when he saw me. “You look dashing. I think Ashley will be very happy to see you,” he said with a grin.

  Just then, Ashley cleared her throat. “Ta-da,” she said in a soft voice.

  All three of us turned to stare at her. Once again, I was blown away by her beauty. She could do down-home country girl by day and Hollywood starlet by night. It was an amazing transformation.

  “Stunning,” I uttered.

  “You look real pretty, Mom,” Jasper said.

  “Beautiful, hon. And those earrings look perfect,” Tanner pointed out.

  I drank in the sight of her as she spun around, showing off the back of the gown. It was sexy but elegant. She wasn’t showing too much skin, but her shoulders were bare in the off-the-shoulder gown. The full length fitted her perfectly at the waist before flaring out at
the knees and making her look much taller than she was. I had a feeling she must have on a pair of killer heels under all that fabric.

  “Thank you. You look very nice,” she said, eyeing my tux. “I feel so grown up.” She started laughing.

  I laughed as well. It was like going to prom but for adults.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “I am.”

  We walked to the porch before she hiked up the gown to keep it from dragging in the dirt on the way to the truck. It was as I expected. She was wearing a pair of black stiletto heels and black stockings. I had to block the image that popped into my head. I wanted to pull that dress off and see her in nothing but those heels and black stockings. It created a vivid fantasy in my head.

  “I figured we could eat beforehand, so I made us reservations,” I told her as we drove up the highway.

  “Good idea. We need to get food in our systems to absorb the alcohol that will likely be freely flowing tonight.”

  I laughed. “I spoke with your dad. If there is too much alcohol involved, I asked him to watch Jasper for us in case we needed to stay the night in Morgantown.”

  She blushed a little. “I bet he was all too happy to agree to that.”

  “Actually, he did seem pretty excited at the idea of us not coming home.”

  We ate a fairly light dinner. Ashley insisted if she ate too much the seams would rip out of her gown. I doubted that but didn’t push the matter. When we arrived at the hotel where the party was being held, I braced myself for round two of the Parks attack.

  Hank and Teresa saw us almost immediately and warmly welcomed me. It was a little surreal, but I was going to go with it. Next, Leslie and her husband made their way over. Leslie wasn’t quite as thrilled to see me as Hank had been, but she wasn’t threatening to claw my eyes out. I guessed that could be called progress.