Malta with My Best Friend's Dad: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 256)

by Flora Ferrari

  “I don’t understand anything that’s going on here,” she snaps, some sassiness flaring in her expression.

  It’s the same sassiness I’d bring out of her in the bedroom, my cock buried up to the hilt in her tight hole, watching as her face transformed from nervousness to pleasure-seeking confidence.

  “I can’t explain,” I growl. “Just go back to the room—”

  “Not until you tell me—”

  She gasps as I dart my hands out and grab onto her luscious full hips. I didn’t plan on doing that, and I definitely didn’t plan on pulling her so close to me that she can feel my manhood grinding against her belly.

  She whimpers as she stares up at me. “What are you doing?”

  “You need to do as you’re told if I’m going to keep you safe,” I growl, leaning down so I can feel her breath whispering over my face. “I’m going to arrange for one of my military buddies to get here, most likely for this evening, tomorrow at the latest, so that if you and Kelly need to split up we can keep you both safe. This man is as capable as I am, and that’s saying a damn lot. But in the meantime, you need to get that curvy spank-me-hard ass back into the silent city and wait for my signal.”

  She’s such an innocent young thing, another whimper escaping her kissable lips as she gazes up, as though she can’t believe what I just said.

  I slide my hand around to her ass, glad we’re the only people out here, glad it’s so early and deserted. If anybody else saw my woman with lust making her cheeks blush red, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making them pay.

  “Do you understand? Go back to the room. Wander out onto the balcony from time to time. When it’s safe to leave, I’ll give you a signal.”

  “And then you’ll explain what’s going on?”

  Closer, closer, I don’t even try to fight the urge now.

  She’s Lena’s best friend and this is wrong. This isn’t why I’m here at all.

  But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop, not with her juicy ass in my hands.

  She gasps as I press my lips against hers, claiming her lips with all the primal passion scorching through my body.

  Chapter Five

  Kelly

  This moment has played out countless times in my mind, his rough lips pressed against mine, our mouths opening as our tongues clash together. I gasp – muffled by the tight press of him, of Kane freaking Konstantinov – as the tips of our tongues flare together.

  His hands grab my ass so tightly, making deep impressions through my dress, sending shivers all over me. I can hardly believe this is happening, and yet that thought flutters distantly, disconnected from the overall burning closeness of this moment.

  I don’t care how unbelievable it is, how unlikely when it feels so right. My breasts flatten against his rock hard chest, my nipples pricking and becoming hard as they tingle.

  “Fuck.” He breaks off the kiss, but he keeps his hands on my ass, massaging my flesh. “You’ve got a perfect young curvy ass, Kelly. I need to bend you over and see what it looks like naked, with your wet pink pussy winking at me.”

  “Hmm.” I wriggle against him. “I want that too. But, but…”

  “But what?”

  “Why?” I breathe the question heavily. “I don’t understand. Why, why are you kissing me?”

  I hear my voice as though somebody else is speaking.

  I can’t help but think she – I – sound so young and dorky. But at the same time, surely it’s a good question, a question that makes complete sense.

  Considering the situation with the Bratva, a situation I don’t even partly understand, surely he should have bigger concerns.

  “Do you really have to ask me that?” He moves his hand down the back of my thigh, as though heading for the hem of my dress. “I bet you’re soaked right now, aren’t you?”

  I nod as my cheeks bloom red, unable to stand the full force of the effect he’s having on me. My tongue tingles from the kiss, tangled up with a desire to taste him again, over and over until I can never forget what he feels like.

  Then he steps back, suddenly, shaking his head.

  “What the fuck am I doing? You’re Lena’s best friend. And we’re… look at us, Kelly. We’re in public.”

  A heavyweight drops in my chest, dragging its way through me and leaving anxiety in its place.

  We’re in public, as though he’s ashamed of me, as though the thought of anybody seeing us together makes him sick.

  Of course, it does. Look at him. Look at me.

  But then why the heck did he kiss me, to begin with?

  Maybe he’s been on the run for so long, he’d kiss any woman he saw, just so he could experience some pleasure, even if it’s with somebody who embarrasses him.

  “Go back to the room and wait for my signal,” he snarls, unable or unwilling to meet my eye. “We can’t do this.”

  “Are you really not going to see Lena? She’s going to want to know you’re alive.”

  He surges forward and grabs onto my ass again, so hard I can’t stop myself from letting out a high-pitched breath. Sensations tingle up and down my thighs, coiling around my hips and my belly, penetrating deep as crazy thoughts whir into me.

  I imagine him grabbing me this same way in a wedding dress, squeezing possessively through the expensive fabric, his hulking muscles pulsating and bulging even more than they are now.

  Spinning me around and hiking up my dress, maybe even tearing it. “I don’t give a fuck if I’m not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. I’m claiming you. You better be wet. Because I’m taking you rough from the start.”

  He squeezes me harder, head tilted, his lips parted slightly so he bares his teeth as he smirks. “You receptive young thing. I bet I could make you come in under a minute, rub your sweet hole, and have you gushing, couldn’t I?”

  Anxiety burns through me and part of me screams no, because I’m not sure, not even close.

  I’ve certainty climaxed in under a minute thinking about Kane, but I’m not sure if it would translate to the physical act itself, and I don’t want to disappoint him.

  “No, no.” He takes another step back, hot then cold, leaving me spinning and breathless. “It’s like you’re casting a goddamn spell on me.”

  “Because we’re in public?” I say, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice.

  “What’s that, Kelly?” he snaps.

  “What’s what?”

  “That petulant bratty little note in your voice. It’s like you’re tempting me to bend you over the walls of the silent city and fuck you ragged, fuck you until your cream is gushing down your legs in a river until you’re drenched and glistening in the sun.”

  I shift my legs, the fabric of my panties starting to become impossible to bear against my sex, as though the friction of that alone is going to send an orgasm glittering through me.

  His words make my clit ache and pulse, and crazy strange sensations move through my body, born somewhere deep inside of me. It’s like my womb is screaming at me to leap at him, wrap my legs around him and grind down until he slips inside of me and he’s buried deep, his cock is pulsing with the need to explode and make us a family.

  But he has a family.

  Lena.

  “You said we’re in public,” I whisper. “I thought, maybe… it doesn’t matter.”

  “What?” he growls, but then his gaze flits to the walkway that leads in and out of Medina.

  I follow his gaze and see a few people walking down, a group of Maltese men wearing matching polo shirts, presumably to catch the early bus for work.

  “The balcony,” Kane says, backing away. “Watch for me. Wait for me.”

  “But…”

  He turns and strides away, leaving me to study the broad expanse of his back, his muscles pulled taut.

  When he disappears into the village of Rabat, part of me questions if any of that really happened. But the sizzling which moves endlessly through me doesn’t let me wonder for long.r />
  I wouldn’t be able to taste him if it wasn’t real. I wouldn’t be able to feel the phantom impressions of his manhood against my belly, the way he’d bulged against me like any second he was going to ravage me.

  He said he wanted to fuck me, to make me cream…

  I bite down as the words shiver through me, their effect multiplying, spreading. It’s crazy. I should be worried about the fact he’s alive, or the presence of a Russian organized crime syndicate, and the fact we’re being hunted for some reason.

  But mostly – as I walk back up the hill to Medina, past the Maltese workers – I think about the way his face scrunched up when he said we’re in public.

  I try not to let myself spin into obsession, to dissect his words, pick them apart until they form spears, and stab painfully into my mind.

  I can’t stop. As I walk back through the streets, not so silent now as people wake up, I can’t fit it together.

  He wanted to kiss me, to claim me, this man I’ve crushed on for my whole freaking life, pretty much.

  But then he’d gotten this look like he was ashamed of that fact.

  When I return to the apartment, I pause in the doorway and watch Lena as she types. She’s hunched forward and her ponytail bobs up and down as her fingers blur across the keyboard, completely lost in her work.

  Guilt crashes into me, pounding like thunder.

  I just kissed her dad.

  And I want to do it again.

  It’s one thing to fantasize about doing it, but quite another to cross that line.

  What sort of a best friend am I?

  Kane said to wander onto the balcony from time to time, so I’m going to have to wait until Lena is done writing. I wrap my arms around myself as I watch her, so utterly lost in her work, having no clue what I did, what I still want – need – to do.

  I left the apartment as a tourist with my head filled with fantasies.

  Now I’m… I don’t even know. Living in a dream that could all too soon become a nightmare if the Bratva gets their way.

  We’re in public, he’d said.

  Was he ashamed of me, or was he worried about his daughter finding out he’s alive, finding out about us?

  Oh, freaking heck, now I’m smiling.

  It’s the word us that does it.

  I’ve dreamt of being one half of an us with Kane for so, so long, and now it’s all crashing into me, whirring in a maelstrom of lust and heat and longing and guilt, guilt so sharp it threatens to shatter it all.

  Chapter Six

  Kane

  I watch their apartment from the other side of the city, propped up on a wall with binoculars in hand.

  The other side of the city… that would be impossible anywhere else, but calling Medina a city is a bit of an overstatement. It’s more like a castle split into hundreds of tiny little buildings inside the walls.

  Glancing down, I check the tablet connected to the corridor cameras I stowed in their entranceway after my meeting with Kelly, as well as the cameras I attached to the outside of the walls. It pays to be paranoid, and I always travel with a bit of a kit, even if it’s minimal. Both are empty of threats.

  Lena spends the morning writing, a content smile on her face, leaning far too close to the computer. She’s going to hurt her eyes. The father in me wills me to march up there and give her a stern talking-to.

  I miss my daughter so damn much… and yet look what I did with her best friend. Fuck.

  I see Kelly emerge a couple of times and I have to hold the binoculars with two hands. Otherwise, I know I’d lose control and reached down and stroke my dick, over and over until I’m ready to erupt.

  It took everything I had to walk away from her this morning, but it was necessary. I was going to maul her, right there in public, in full view of anybody passing by. I’ve never felt such beastly desire. I didn’t even know such beastly desire existed.

  Now, the balcony is empty, both of the girls inside. I keep monitoring the corridor cameras just in case they decide to leave, getting ready to climb down the wall and jump on my rented motorbike.

  Fucking Sergey.

  Part of me must’ve suspected he’d try something like this, hence the cameras, hence the binoculars, hence the burning paranoia moving its way through my body on the flight over.

  What I didn’t expect was my whole world to come crashing down the second I laid eyes on Kelly.

  I want to marry her, to make her pregnant, to be at her side as she brings our children into this world.

  I need to do all those things, as though a caveman is roaring and beating his chest inside of me, demanding me to go fully feral.

  How is any of this possible?

  My cell phone buzzes from the sand-colored wall, drawing my gaze. It’s Jocko, my buddy from the SEAL teams. We met when the Army and the SEALs led a joint operation in Ramadi, Iraq when our tours overlapped for three months. We went through some crazy shit together and I know he’s always got my back.

  We own a series of gyms together back in the States. He’s been handling them while I’ve been ‘away’.

  “Yep?” I say, answering.

  “Flight’s delayed.” Jocko always sounds slightly pissed off, but now it’s worse than ever. “It’s times like these I really miss military transport. It’s looking like tomorrow morning, maybe early afternoon.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve got things covered on my end.”

  “You seen her yet?”

  “Who?”

  He laughs gruffly. “Who’d you think? Lena.”

  Of course, he means Lena, but for a split second, I thought he somehow knew about Kelly, about this desire setting every inch of me alight, making me pulse and howl deep inside.

  She’s mine, a voice roars, over and over. Mine mine mine.

  “Yeah, I saw her.”

  “How was it?”

  I think for a moment, delving into my mind as I rarely let myself do. These past few years have been a life of trying to forget, of telling myself I don’t even want to go back and see my daughter. And of course, I know that’s a damn lie, but it’s the only way I’ve been able to function.

  But the main thing that strikes me as I reflect on Jocko’s question is how badly I ache for Kelly, how badly I want to sprint through Medina and climb up to her balcony, bend her over the railing and taste everything she has to give.

  What the hell is wrong with me, caring more about my daughter’s best friend than my daughter?

  No, that’s not right.

  It’s not about caring.

  It’s about needing, bone-deep, a thundering conviction like I’ve never felt before. It’s like she’s tattooed herself onto my mind, so thinking about anything else becomes impossible.

  “It was tough,” I say at length, realizing I’ve just let the question hang.

  “It’s a good thing you decided to see her, though.” Jock sighs heavily. “The fucking Bratva. Are you hoping you can get this sorted out without letting her know you’re still alive?”

  “That’s the plan. But if Sergey really is moving against me – if his man was telling the truth – then it might all be for nothing. I don’t need to pretend to be dead if he’s going to bring it all out into the open like this.”

  “I can’t believe he’s going to come himself. He’s the leader of the whole damn Bratva. It’s insane that he’d feel the need to come himself.”

  “He was the one who gave me the order,” I snarl, remembering that day, remembering wide eyes and pleading lips and Sergey telling me to do it, to do it now to show my loyalty. “He was personally offended when I said no. Maybe he’s not been able to let it go.”

  “Pathetic.” I can hear Jocko shaking his head in that way of his as if the whole world is going to pay. It’s a feeling we share. “We’ll link up the second my plane touches down.”

  “How’s business?” I ask, changing the subject.

  Thinking about Sergey and the Bratva reminds me of what they’re trying to take. Not jus
t my daughter, but the woman who’s going to become the mother of my children, the woman who shattered my universe the second she stepped foot from the car.

  My cock tingles as the taste of her lips returns to me in a phantom remembrance, as her gasping moans bounce hotly around my body.

  She was so ready, so primed to go all the way.

  “You did all the hard work before you disappeared,” Jocko says. “Now it’s just a matter of building on what you started. If you ever do come back from the dead, you’re going to be a rich, rich man.”

  I don’t let my thoughts stray to that notion often, because returning to regular life has always meant the possibility of violence and death for my daughter. But now that Sergey has played his hand, the idea burns through me.

  I think about sitting in the crowd as Lena reads from one of her books, my chest lighting up with pride – pride that my daughter has gone from scrawling stories in notebooks with crayons to having her own books read all over the country, all over the world.

  And I think about Kelly, walking her up to a large home in the suburbs, the windows glistening and songbirds chirping in the background. My chest tightens as the fantasy spirals, as suddenly there are countless children in the house, their footsteps loud and flooding me with light.

  It’s the sort of light I never dreamed a man, a beast-like me could feel.

  I don’t just want to take my woman’s tight needy hole. I don’t just want to savage her, even if I do want that.

  No, no, I want a life with her, a life where we can be happy, where she’ll always know who she belongs to and she never has to want for anything.

  She can sing or simply be a mother if she wants, as long as she stays loyal to me.

  Forever.

  But none of that is possible if I have to stay on the run.

  “Kane?”

  “I’m here.”

  “I’m gonna grab something to eat. Hopefully, this airline gets their act together and I’ll be with you soon.”

  “Alright.”

  I hang up and look through the binoculars. Kelly has walked onto the balcony again, leaning against the railing, giving me a tempting enticing look at her cleavage. The beast in me howls, demands for me to go to her now, to give her the signal I promised.