Happily Ever After with My Dad’s Best Friend

by Wylder, Penny

  She relaxes at last, trembling on shaking legs. “Bed, now.”

  I know better than to hesitate, and I scramble to obey her request. Denying the very pregnant bride is a bad idea…

  My four-poster bed dominates the room, and I walk backwards to it until the mattress bumps into the back of my thighs. My fingers unthread my belt from the loops and toss it aside, and my pants follow just as quickly, landing on the chair where they won’t wrinkle too badly, I hope. Tented out by my erection, my briefs hide nothing of my reaction to her. I lift my underwear’s waistband out and around my cock before pulling them down my legs, not wanting to catch myself on it. I pull up the back of my jacket as I sit, glad Lia didn’t want me in one with tails, and I lean back as my cock points up and toward my stomach. The head is darker with the blood pumping through it, the shaft veined and heavy.

  Lia’s on me before I can get settled, hands pushing up my shirt and cummerbund. Her body is above me, weight holding me down as her hips straddle mine, and then she’s got a hold of me by the cock, and then there is only heat. She’s so warm and tight around me it is my whole focus.

  She lifts and drops onto me, using her knees to control my movements. I buck my hips, wanting to be even deeper. This, I could do this—being inside her—forever. Lia rolls her body against mine, maximizing the thrusts. Her stomach rests on my abs, and her wedding gown hides everything from my chin to the floor. I can’t see anything but her beautiful smile as she lifts and lowers herself onto me.

  Fumbling with the layers of fluff, I reach between us, finding her clit. She whines as I touch her, shoving the front of her pussy into my fingers. Lia humps my hand, bucking forward onto my fingertips while thrusting back to take my cock deeper inside her.

  “You are so beautiful, Lia,” I whisper. “I love being inside you, feeling your pussy around me. I love it when you let go like this and take what you need from me. I love making you feel good, Lia. I want to hear you come for me again. Once wasn’t enough. Can you come for me, Lia, and squeeze that hot pussy of yours around my cock until I shoot inside you?”

  She clenches down and whines, a high keening sound as she comes. I made her come like this one night, completely untouched as I talked her all the way to a climax. With her pussy a vice around me, I thrust up into the wet heat, letting my control go. Snapping deeper, the twisting desire shoots through me, pleasure kicking through me so hard it’s almost painful. It releases in spasms, and I can’t move from the overwhelming nature of it all.

  “Fuck!” Lia gasps, pulling up and off of me to collapse beside me on the bed. She curls upward, reaching down to try and grab at her pussy but can’t reach around the baby belly. “Towel, rag, pillowcase… Beck, help!” She turns onto her side, trying to keep my come from dribbling out onto her dress.

  I fumble around, reaching on the floor for the underwear I discarded and put them between her legs. “Use these while I go get a towel.” In most occasions where we’ve ended up fucking, I would offer to lick Lia clean, but I know we are definitely running short on time now, and getting myself cleaned up after would be difficult. Given how easily she is turned on, I would also have Lia begging for a third orgasm, and she would hate to be left unsatisfied.

  I go into the master bathroom and start the taps on one of the sinks. Grabbing a washcloth, I run it beneath the warm water, wringing it out and washing my face. I will likely smell like pussy despite the cleanup job, but I don’t mind. I love how Lia smells and tastes; I love pleasing her even more. I wet the cloth again, and I carefully clean off my cock that has a pearlescent bead oozing from the tip. I swipe off the come and wash out the rag again, getting it hot enough that it won’t turn chilly on my walk back to the bed.

  Lia holds her dress up out of the way and spreads her legs, grinning as my spent cock jerks. “You really do like what you see, don’t you?”

  I kneel in front of her, gently wiping her pussy clean, pressing the hot cloth to her between wipes. I love the site of her: puffy and red from sex, my come a white dribble oozing out of her pussy. “Do you doubt me?” I reach down for my member and start to squeeze, knowing I could probably coax it into a second round.

  She laughs and shakes her head. “No. You sort of made it clear, Beck”

  I help Lia wash up until she’s almost as clean as before I came into the room. When she crunches forward, supporting herself on her elbows before trying to get to a seated position, I toss my arm over her, pulling her back down and over to me on the bed. “Don’t go yet.” There’s still a little time before we have to go downstairs. I know our guests are here by now, but I don’t care. It’s our wedding day; I can be selfish.

  “I just want to hold you.” We won’t have many more days like this, where we can just take time for each other.

  With my hand on Lia’s belly, feeling our daughter shift position, I listen to Tasha’s voice ring out from down the hall. “They’re…Ugh! My dad is pretty busy right now. They better remember they have a wedding in a half hour!” I try not to laugh, not wanting to ruin my moment with Lia.

  Music is starting outside, but I know that was the planner’s intention to draw people out into the garden instead of wandering around the driveway or inside the house. “The wedding,” Lia mumbles, but she doesn’t sound as panicked as she’s trying to.

  I splay out my fingers over the lump moving around in Lia’s belly. “I don’t need a wedding. If we stay right here like this forever, I don’t need food or air. I just need you, only you.” This is enough for me. This is my everything.

  Lia kisses me, a tender brushing of her lips on mine, and all I can think of is how lucky I am to have this woman in my arms. I tell her as such, smiling as she tears up.

  “I love you. I love you even though you are sappy and trying to make me cry. I love you so much that I’m going to forget you just messed up my makeup, hair, and dress because that sex was amazing.” She blushes as she says it, grinning at me the entire time.

  “Since we do have all our family and friends outside in the garden, we probably should go get married,” I concede as I hear Tasha coming from down the hall. She’s going to give us a lecture if we don’t hurry.

  Lia fixes her hair and makeup in the mirror while I get my pants back on. We open the door as Tasha knocks on it, trying to look like we were having a serious conversation instead of fucking. I watch as Lia takes Tasha’s arm, and the two walk down the hall away from me, turning to look back over their shoulders. Time stops, crystallizing the moment as I remember prior years of them doing the same thing.

  “Dad, hurry up!” Tasha points to the delicate watch Lia and I picked out for her as a Matron of Honor gift. “We need to get you out the back door so you can go stand with the officiant. Lia, stop making that face at my dad so he’ll actually get his butt in gear. Don’t think I don’t know what you two were doing in there. I can’t believe you couldn’t even wait a few hours to do it after the ceremony and reception.”

  Lia feigns a contrite expression as Tasha berates us, but the way she keeps glancing at me lessens the effect. “Beck, we’re going to be late to our own wedding!” She skips ahead to the stairwell and makes her way down carefully. At the bottom, Paul is waiting for her, staring at her dress and how lovely she is in it. As she takes her father’s arm, Lia looks up at me, smiling.

  This was the love I was waiting for.

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  1

  Usually I hate Mondays, but the redhead sitting in reception might just change my mind. Not many people make it up to the executive reception area on the twenty-fifth floor, even fewer are incredibly attractive women. She’s wearing a dress that clings to her in all the right places—of which she has many—flipping through a folder. I should stop staring at her and go to the meeting with my business partner that I’m late for, but chances are this is the best view I’m going to have all day so I decide to savor it for a few more precious seconds.

  A moment before I step away, she looks up to catch me glancing down at her legs. I watch as her eyes drift from mine down the length of my body and back, and when her gaze meets mine again, there’s a faint smile on her face. She arches an eyebrow as if she’s daring me to keep looking, and as she does, she leans forward, allowing me to see down her dress to the generous swell of cleavage within. The sight makes my pants uncomfortably tight, and I shift so that it’s less obvious. She has a smirk on her face that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing and loving it. Which is…intriguing.

  A glance at the clock on the wall tells me if I don’t move Jack is going to use it as an excuse for me to buy drinks at happy hour all week long, as well as busting my ass, even if it is good-natured. I give the redhead a small smile and head down the hallway to his office, filing away her image in my mind for later. Hopefully I’ll see her again. Jack Warner has been my closest friend for the last ten years, and as long as I’ve known him, people being late is one of the things he hates the most. Or maybe he just hates it when I’m late. Which is why I generally try not to be. I think he’ll understand when I tell him about the red bombshell in reception. Hell, he’ll probably walk straight out of the office to take a look himself.

  I tap my knuckle on the doorframe as I walk into his corner office. Mine is in the opposite corner, and sometimes it feels like we’re in different universes. Jack looks up, a glare on his face. I serve that look right back to him. “I’m not that late.”

  “You do realize that ‘late’ is a thing you are or you aren’t. There is no ‘that late.’”

  I chuckle as I sit down into my favorite chair in his office. “I do since you say it every fucking time.”

  He sighs, resigned. “Fine, I have just a couple things. But first,” he says as he pushes the intercom on his phone, “Liz, send Cora in, will you?”

  “Cora?” I ask.

  “Our new intern,” Jack says, nodding to the door.

  Seconds later, the redhead from reception appears in the door and damn that dress looks even better now that she’s standing. Cora. I have a flash of the two of us twined together and what it would feel like to have that silky material under my hands, peeling it off her shoulders. I snap back to myself as Jack stands, coming around the desk to stand with her.

  “Michael,” he says, “this is Cora Bradbury, she’ll be our intern for the rest of the summer. She’ll be a senior at University of Houston in the fall and she’s also my daughter.”

  I do a double take, having lost myself in imagining my hands in her hair while she moans my name. I feel the surprise register on my face. “Jack, I’ve known you for more than ten years. I didn’t know you had a daughter.”

  “It’s not a long story,” he says, looking a little sheepish. “I never knew about her. Cora’s mother never told me, and I only found out a couple of years back when Cora reached out to me. Cora is a computer science major and we wanted to get to know each other better. An internship seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

  I nod, turning back to Cora and holding out my hand. “It does seem perfect. My apologies Cora, I’m very happy to have you here.” I can’t help but notice how soft her hands are as she shakes mine, or imagine them other places. Shit. It would just be my luck that she’s Jack’s daughter. It’s been longer than I’d ever admit to anyone since I’ve been with someone that mattered. Sure, there have been women, but they’re never my guest for more than a night. I keep telling myself that I’m going to invest more, find someone, but I don’t. Somehow there’s always work to be done and other things occupying my thoughts. That is until Cora was sitting in reception and I stopped and looked.

  Of course she would be my best friend’s daughter. And I’m still holding her hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” she says. Her voice is nothing like I expected, a rich alto that reminds me of caramel and chocolate and sex. “I’m a big fan of the way you’ve integrated aesthetic and function on both the app and your website. I’d love to talk to you about how you got your code integration so smooth.”

  Now my brain as well as my dick is intrigued. Compliments always go to a man’s brain, but I like the fact that she caught on to the coding tricks. It took me a long time to make everything flow as well as it does, and the fact that she took note tells me that she really knows her stuff. “Thank you, I’ll be happy to show you the source codes and answer any questions you might have.”

  Her face lights up into a bright, genuine smile that nearly knocks me over. “That would be great.”

  Jack smiles at Cora. “Liz will give you your orientation.”

  She gives me another smile, the smaller, sultry same one she gave me in reception, and exits the room. I let out a breath. “You sure this is a good idea, Jack?”

  “Why wouldn’t it be? She’s very bright, and I’m sure she’ll be able to help us out around here.”

  I shake my head. “I’m sure she’s brilliant, but you know family and business can be sticky.” It’s a long shot, but maybe I can convince him it will be a bad idea and I’ll save myself three months of being uncomfortably hard behind my desk.

  Jack waves a hand. “It’s only for a few months, Michael. I can’t imagine anything that dire can happen that fast. Besides, she’s only an intern. We’re not even paying her; she’s getting school credit. So while she gets to observe the business, she won’t have her hands in anything real.”

  “Okay,” I say, fighting the panic and frustration building in my chest. “It’s your call.”

  Jack returns to his desk and types out something on his computer. “This week we really need to evaluate our options.”

  “Options?”

  He sighs, turning his screen toward me, and I see the familiar logo of our lead competitor, Takedown Clothing. Their motto in bold print flashes across the screen, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Take Down. Suit Up. “They’re rolling out a new service this week. Instead of the standard custom measurements submitted by customers, they’re starting to send out tailors to meet people in some of the big cities. New York, L.A., Chicago.”

  I fold my hands together and wait, but he doesn’t say anything else. “And?”

  “And we need to keep up. They’re getting more popular.”

  “Even though they’re popular, they still lose the head-to-head competition. When people think of a custom suits and men’s clothing apps, they think of us. Not them.”

  He stands. “You think that matters? They’re doing stuff that we’re not. Once they do enough things that we don’t do, customers will start to think of them first.”

  “So what would you like us to do?”

  “Watch them,” he says. “See how their launch goes and consider either launching something similar or branching out in a different direction.”

  I school my face into the cool, impassive face I’ve perfected in the last ten years of building this company. It helps to hide what I’m really thinking and my instinctive reaction to this is no. We’re good at what we do, some would say the best, but there are still ways our existing product can be improved. Yes, I want to expand, but not until what we already have is as perfect as we can possibly get it. It’s taken us years to get where we are, and I won’t pretend that I want us to lose ground because we rush into an expansion we’re not ready for. “I can do that. Next week we can talk about options.” It’s the best I can
give him, for now.

  “Fine.”

  I’ve known him long enough to know that’s it. He’s not pissed, but on Monday mornings he’s all business. Later he’ll loosen up a bit and turn into the Jack that I remember: the one that can drink me under a table and tells the dirtiest jokes of anyone I know. That Jack is becoming rarer now, and I’ve wondered why. Maybe he’s trying to be different, more serious, now that he knows he’s a father.

  Fuck. Gone are my plans to fantasize about the gorgeous redhead in the lobby. Cora. Nothing can happen there. Ever. She’s Jack’s daughter, not even mentioning the fact that she’s twenty years old. I knew she was younger than me, but god. My cock stirs again at the thought of her in that dress, even though I shouldn’t. But she’s like a dream come to life for me, all curves and fire. I love that. And the way she saw my stare and threw it back at me like a challenge, I like that, too.

  I head into my office, trying to clear my brain of the fog of lust that’s inhabiting it. Sitting down, I see the logo for our company on my computer screen. Tailor Me. We started the company seven years ago, thinking it was way too difficult and expensive for men to own a custom suit. Since then, we’ve become the biggest custom clothing retailer for men, and we don’t have any brick-and-mortar locations, just the website and app. We started with suits and then moved to everything from jeans to underwear. We’re now international. Each of those expansions was calculated. Controlled. Plotted out step by step months in advance. Sometimes years. I don’t know why Jack thinks we can evaluate a new expansion within a week.