Extensive (A Single Dad Box Set)

by Claire Adams

  “I understand completely why I didn’t spend the night before,” she said. “It would have been a dead giveaway of our relationship, even to a seven-year-old. We were protecting Kayla, but now, she knows we are together, and she is already used to having me around.”

  “Very true,” I said, nodding.

  “I think our relationship has progressed quite a bit now that Kayla is in on the secret,” she said. “So personally, I don’t think there is anything wrong with it.”

  “You are all about voicing your opinion now.” I laughed.

  “I learned my lesson from last time.” She smiled. “I can’t let you go and get scared off when I’m not around. When I want something, I have figured out it is best to state my case and wait for you to give in because I am irresistible, or state your rebuttal, to which I have to warn you, I have already thought through extensively when it comes to this discussion.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yep,” she said, chuckling. “I am turning over a new leaf, and I decided that I don’t want to be unhappy ever again, so I am going to tell you when I want something. Right now, I want to go climb into that soft, comfortable bed with you.”

  “And what, may I ask, are you planning on doing with me once you have me up there?”

  “That, sir, is top secret,” she said. “I have many different tricks up my sleeve, but I can’t be giving away my secrets before you have even agreed to the terms. I’ve seen the cop shows. I know that you need it in writing in front of you before you give away any precious information.”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t make it a habit of negotiating with terrorists.”

  “Did you just call me a terrorist?” She opened her mouth wide and slapped me in the arm, making me laugh and flinch at the same time.

  “All right, all right,” I said, putting my hands up. “I give in. Stop the torture.”

  “If you think that is torture, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said with a wink. “Now come on handsome, take me to bed.”

  I smiled and kissed her deeply before reaching over and shutting the light off. I watched as she triumphantly walked from the kitchen and toward the stairs, looking back at me with a huge smile on her face. I laughed and shook my head, knowing that I was in trouble with her. I could no longer find a way to tell her “no” about anything, especially when she was flaunting her body the way she was. I clicked off the living room lights and climbed the stairs, pausing at the top.

  “You go ahead,” I said. “I’m just going to check on Kayla really fast.”

  “Okay,” she said, smiling. “Meet you under the covers.”

  She walked into the room and slowly closed the door before I walked past and tiptoed into Kayla’s room. I pulled the covers up and over her, since she had obviously tossed and turned enough to be laying in a ball, cold from the air conditioner. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, standing back up and staring at her for just a moment. She was clutching her favorite doll and looked like such a sweet angel, sleeping snuggly in her bed. It was moments like those that reminded me that Kayla was still a child, and she was the sweetest and brightest thing in my life.

  “Daddy,” she yawned with her eyes still closed.

  “Yeah, baby,” I said, leaning over closer.

  “I love you,” she said, turning over and pulling the covers tight against her.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered into her ear.

  I turned her reading light off and walked from the room, pulling the door to a crack and turning toward the hallway. I stood there for a moment, feeling how amazing it was that the house was full and ready to go. I loved the feeling of a full house, and the love was big that night. I let out a deep breath and walked toward my room, more than excited that I had Alissa all to myself.

  Chapter 26

  Alissa

  I walked into the room and slowly closed the door behind me, smiling as Ryan passed to go check on Kayla. I walked over and took off my clothes, slipping my earrings off and placing them on the dresser. I looked around the bedroom and decided that there was no reason that I should wear clothes to bed. I didn’t plan on keeping them on very long anyway.

  I slipped off my panties and bra and tucked them under my clothes before slipping into the bed and under the covers. The sheets were cool, and it felt good against my naked skin. I had laid on the bed before we picked it out, but now that it was all made up and homie, I could tell just how amazingly comfortable it really was. I could definitely get used to sleeping there with Ryan’s arms wrapped around me.

  I looked up as he slowly crept into the bedroom, quietly shutting and locking the door behind him. He walked through the shadows and stood in the light of the moon as he pulled his shirt from his rippling muscles. I stared up at his tanned skin as he pulled off his pants and climbed into bed, fully filling out his short, black boxer briefs. He reached over and pulled me toward him, and I wrapped my leg through his, resting my head on his chest. He lifted up the covers and peeked inside, laughing as he put them back down.

  “That’s an interesting nightgown,” he said.

  “Yeah, it’s not my birthday, but I felt like wearing the suit,” I replied with a chuckle.

  We laid there, quietly enjoying the silence and each other’s close company. There was something inside of me that was sparking, and I realized how badly I wanted him. I wanted to show him just how much I cared about him, how amazing he was, and just how much I actually desired him. I wanted to give him everything that I had.

  I reached up and ran my fingertips over his chest, slowly moving down to his stomach and proceeding under the covers. I flicked my fingers at the waistband of his boxers before pushing my hand down inside. I was normally not the person that was very exploratory with sex, having some serious issues with being shy around men, even when I was as comfortable as I was with him. That night, though, I didn’t want to be shy. I wanted to be dirty.

  I wasn’t sure what had come over me. There was something about Ryan that made me feel comfortable in my own skin. I wanted him to feel what I was feeling; I felt like I needed to show him every good feeling he had given me since I’d met him. I felt free and open to express myself, and that was exactly what I was planning on doing. As my fingers trickled down his tight boxers, I could feel his cock starting to harden at a quick pace. I wrapped my hands around his large shaft and squeezed tightly, listening as he took in a deep breath and groaned, his eyes closing as he felt my warm skin pressing against his. His fingers trickled down my bare back, and my nipples hardened as they grazed against his side.

  I pulled my hand back and looked up at him, fire in my eyes. I scooted up and kissed his mouth hard, running my tongue across his lips and biting down on his mouth. He reached up and grabbed my face in his hands, opening up and tasting my skin. We kissed passionately, and our bodies moved closer and closer together. I rolled over on top of him and spread my legs apart, straddling him and feeling his cock beneath me, pulsing to be released from his boxer briefs. I ground my hips down and slid up his barely covered cock, watching as his eyes rolled backward in his head and his hands shot up to my firm, bouncing breasts. I bit my lip and leaned my head back, moving my hips in a slow deep motion against him. I could feel the fabric of his boxers rubbing against my clit, and I breathed deeply, wanting to feel him inside of me.

  I leaned farther back and scooted down his legs, watching as he pulled himself up in the bed and gazed at my body, my legs spread apart and my hand moving down between my legs. I pulled through my folds and rubbed my clit, moaning softly and leaning my head back, giving him a show that I knew he would enjoy. He reached down and pulled his boxers off, letting his cock spring out and slap against his stomach. I bit my lip and watched as he slid his hand down over his shaft and rubbed it up and down, staring at my fingers as they moved through my wet pussy.

  I pulled my right hand up and focused it on my clit while sliding my left hand under my leg and pushing two fingers inside of me, sliding them sl
owly in and out of my juices while I held back the sounds that wanted to escape my throat. Having him watch me pleasure myself with no fear was exhilarating, and I began to rub my clit harder and harder. He turned his hand over and began to fist his cock, his movements fast and hard as he leaned forward, licking his lips.

  I could feel my body getting closer to orgasm with every second, but I slowed my pace, not wanting to rush it. I looked up at him as I breathed deeply, trying to control my moaning. I wanted to scream out and let him hear how turned on I was, but instead, I gazed into his eyes and continued to rotate my fingers through my sopping wet mound.

  “I want to taste you,” he growled, pulling himself forward and throwing my hands to the side.

  Before I could protest, his head was between my legs, and his tongue was licking up and down through my lips. I leaned back, my body on the mattress and my head hanging off the end of the bed. He shook his head back and forth, forcing a small squeak from my throat before pulling his fingers forward and pushing two of them inside of me. I reached my arms over my head and let them dangle, feeling him take over my body with his mouth. I let my legs fall to the side as he moved me closer and closer to immense pleasure.

  As the heat in my stomach came to a boil, I moaned breathlessly, pulling my arms up and grabbing onto my tits. I moved my hips in a waving motion, matching the speed of his tongue against my clit and his fingers slamming into me. He could tell I was close, and he picked up the speed, pushing me over the edge before I could even react. I pulled my hand to my mouth and covered it as the orgasm exploded inside of me, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. My hips continued to grind against his mouth as I came harder and harder until I wasn’t sure I could take it any longer. Finally, as the feeling subsided, I let out a long, deep breath and relaxed my hips back into the bed. He climbed toward me and reached out his hand, pulling me up to a sitting position. I grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled his glimmering mouth to mine, tasting myself on his lips.

  He reached around my waist and pulled me into his lap. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I could feel his shaft between my legs, and I reached down, swiveling my hips and slowly lowering myself back down, taking him deep inside of me.

  I could feel the vibration of his groans down my throat, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him, releasing his lips and pressing my forehead to his. He grabbed tightly to my waist and began to move my hips in circles, grinding my pussy up and down his shaft in slow rhythmic movements. I breathed deeply, closing my eyes and feeling every inch of his strong, solid cock. As the motions continued, I could feel the neediness begin to emerge in his kiss. He gripped tighter to my body and began to bounce me up and down on his hard erection. I leaned my head back and gasped, feeling every inch of him pressing against my abdomen, deep inside of me.

  He leaned forward and laid me down on the bed, his hips now thrusting deep as he pushed his large cock in and out with a quickened pace. I wanted more. I wanted every inch of him beating down inside of me. I pulled my knees up to the sides and tilted my hips as he leaned forward and thrust hard, his body slapping into my thighs. I let go of my leg and covered my mouth, feeling the heat get stronger and stronger in my chest. I was going to come again, and it was the most intense feeling I had ever felt.

  “God, don’t stop,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Yeah, baby,” he groaned. “I want to feel it.”

  He leaned back up and grabbed my bent thighs, using them as leverage to fuck me faster than before. I could now feel his slippery skin slapping down on my clit, and I reached out, grabbing the bedspread beneath me. My tits bounced up and down, and I looked up to see his dark gaze as he watched the pleasure explode over my face. I arched my back and took a deep breath, leaning my head back and growling low in my chest. My body shook and vibrated, and I could feel my pussy contracting and releasing his bulging and ready dick.

  He growled loudly, fucking me faster and faster until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled his cock out, but I was too stunned to move. I looked up at him and bit my lip, grabbing my tits as he leaned forward and aimed his cock toward my chest. He stroked the long shaft hard and fast, until finally, it burst, his warm seed shooting out in ribbons over my supple skin. I moaned as the warmth of his come heated me, and I watched as his hand began to slow, and his body twitched several times as the last of his love released from his body. He sat there for several moments, still holding his cock before letting out a deep breath and grabbing a towel from the chair by the bed. He carefully wiped all his remnants from my skin before wiping himself off and pulling me into a hug.

  We leaned sideways and fell into the bed, breathing deeply in the ecstasy that we just encountered. I leaned forward into his chest, feeling his heart beating fast and hard. I opened my eyes and looked deeply into his, feeling a rush of emotion that I couldn’t escape. He looked back at me, just as deep, and smiled, moving a piece of hair from my face. I leaned forward and kissed him gently but long, and then released, barely pulling my lips from his.

  “I love you, Ryan,” I whispered, hoping it wasn’t the wrong thing to say.

  “I love you, too,” he said, his face softening and a small smile moving his lips upward.

  With that, we curled up under the covers and fell asleep, our bodies intertwined and raw. Maybe it was too soon to tell him I loved him, but I didn’t care. I never wanted him to question how I felt about him. After that, I felt like I didn’t have to question it, either.

  Chapter 27

  Ryan

  Though I wanted Alissa there all the time, she wasn’t quite in the routine of staying the night every single night. She had stayed a few times, either getting up and helping Kayla on the bus or waiting until she was already gone for school. I had to admit, there was something really amazing about waking up next to her, having our morning coffee quietly together at the kitchen table, and then kissing passionately before parting ways to go to work. I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but her, only this time it was for a good reason, instead of pining over losing her. As far as our sleepovers were concerned, I would never tell her no again, trusting her judgment when it came to Kayla and enjoying every second of being around her. Her messy hair and the way she would stand in the bathroom on her tiptoes to put on her makeup was sexy in a way I could have never imagined.

  As far as Kayla was concerned, she hadn’t commented either way on Alissa staying over at the house, so I took that as a good sign and moved forward. Alissa was the only other woman Kayla had ever seen me with, so it only made sense that it wouldn’t be weird for her to know we were dating and think she was staying over. As far as her seven-year-old mind worked, there was no real difference between dating and being married, and though I knew there was a huge difference, I wasn’t going to add tension to the situation and explain it to her at that point.

  Kayla really seemed to enjoy the time she was getting to spend with Alissa, and I knew that was a really good sign. At first, I felt like she was trying really hard because she knew it made me happy, but once she let go, she treated Alissa like her best friend. She would even come home from school looking for her to tell her all about something that happened at school. It was sweet and endearing, and I felt very lucky that Kayla had Alissa there since her mother couldn’t be.

  I walked downstairs, missing hearing Alissa in the house, since she decided that she needed to stay at her place for the night to get caught up on work. I offered for her to use my office space, but she said that the temptation to be with us was more than she could handle. She was pretty positive the sound of Kayla’s voice would draw her right out, and she would abandon all hope of finishing up her work for the next day. Personally, I didn’t like the fact that she was gone, but with Kayla upstairs listening to music and relaxing, I took the opportunity to spruce up my Facebook page and get rid of all the pictures of Christina and me. I knew it would bother my ex, but I had to get rid of her and everything on my Facebook about her. I block
ed her from my page before removing everything. When I was done, I felt so much better, and I wiped my hands against each other, shaking my head in pride.

  As I stood up from the chair, I heard my phone, and I walked over and picked it up. I smiled, seeing my father’s name appear on the screen, something I didn’t get to see very often anymore. With him being gone, jetting across the world, it was rare that he took the time to call.

  “Hey there, adventure seeker,” I said happily.

  “Son,” he replied with excitement. “It’s really good to hear your voice.”

  “Man,” I said with a laugh. “It’s really good to hear yours as well. How are you enjoying that honeymoon?”

  “It’s been absolutely amazing,” he said with emotion. “But I think we’re both ready to start heading back home. We miss you, Kayla, the girls, and our house. I have to say, this was definitely an adventure of a lifetime, and I’ve definitely had a hard time convincing myself that a life traveling like this wouldn’t be something that was feasible. Sometimes, though, when the wind was just right, and the sunset was perfect, I considered starting up some crazy internet business like the new generation and becoming a nomad.”

  “I bet,” I said, chuckling. “I’m pretty sure if it weren’t for Kayla, I would already be a nomad.”

  “We are going to be back home for Kayla’s birthday on the Fourth of July,” he said. “Is that all right?”

  “Of course, it is,” I said excitedly.

  I was really happy to hear that they were ready to come home, and just in time to watch Kayla turn eight. I knew that she was going to be so excited to see her grandpa and grandma. They had become such a huge part of her life, and I could tell that she missed them from the way she talked about them and hung all their postcards on the wall above her desk. I could see my little dreamer traveling the world like them one day, only she would be figuring out the best way to take over the world as she moved from city to city.