Family Affairs: Volume 1

by Davenport, Fiona

  It was on the tip of my tongue to refuse, but I decided to do as I was asked for now. I needed to talk to Lilah alone before I caused a scene. After retrieving her small amount of luggage, since most everything had been shipped to our home, I dropped it in the bedroom of the guest suite on the first floor.

  Stalking out into the hall, I glimpsed a flash of mint green, and platinum-blonde hair, vanishing into Samuel’s office. I purposefully strode after her and walked in to find her bent over, her round little ass in the air, rummaging through an open drawer of the desk. I shut the door behind me, flipping the lock. At the sound of the click, Lilah whirled around, clutching a small book to her chest.

  She breathed out in a huff and frowned. “You scared me,” she accused. “Lola sent me in here to grab this photo album.” Her defensive explanation was unnecessary. I didn’t give a flying fuck why she was in there. My long legs quickly ate up the distance between us and I snatched the book from her, tossing it onto the desk. Then I put her wrists behind her back, locking them in one of my hands. I backed her up until she was caged between me and the desk.

  “I ought to put you over my knee and spank the shit out of you, baby girl,” I growled. Her eyes widened and she glanced over my shoulder to the office door. “Eyes on me!” I snapped. “You want to explain why the fuck Lola thinks you’ll be spending your nights here?”

  She dropped her blues to my chest, and I used my other hand to grip her chin and lift her face. “I said eyes on me!”

  “It just seemed simpler than trying to hide where I was actually staying and make it easier to get to know them.” Her lips pursed. “Isn’t that what you convinced me I should do?” she asked stubbornly.

  This whole situation had me on edge and I leaned my face down so I was only a breath away, snarling, “Is that what you want, baby girl? To sleep alone? To go to bed every night and dream about my mouth making you come? My cock filling your soaked pussy?” Her face heated at my words, but I wasn’t done yet.

  The position I had her in was pushing her tits into my chest and my rock hard cock against her belly. I pressed a little more, emphasizing my point. “Is that what you want, Lilah? Dreams of me, instead of the real thing?”

  “Um—well, I—” she stuttered. I cut her off, sealing my mouth over hers. My tongue pushed into her mouth, dancing with hers and she moaned.

  I couldn’t fucking take it any longer. Between my anger and raging desire, I lost my mind. With one hand at her waist, I lifted her onto the desk, perfectly aligning our centers. Pulling on her arms and arching her back even more, I palmed one of her tits, squeezing it in rhythm with the plunges of my tongue.

  I eventually tore my mouth away from hers and waited, panting, for her to open her eyes. They were glazed and filled with fire. “You need to keep quiet, Lilah. You don’t want your daddy to hear me fucking his little girl, do you?”

  My words shattered her haze and she glanced at the door once more. Setting her on her feet for a moment, I slapped her ass with a swift crack. “I won’t tell you again, Lilah,” I barked, and her eyes shot back to mine. I nodded, satisfied with her obedience and placed her back onto the top of the desk. “Can you be silent?” I pushed as I tweaked a rigid nipple. Her lips pressed into a straight line and she nodded. “Good girl.”

  I let go of her wrists and put her palms down on the wooden surface so they supported her position, back arched, tits thrust out. “These don’t move,” I instructed harshly. “And, I want you watching everything I do to you.” I was out of fucking patience, and I didn’t wait for her agreement before shoving her blouse up and pulling down the cups of her bra. My lips wrapped around one peak and I sucked it deep.

  I glanced up through my lashes and drank in the sight of her hooded eyes watching me. I bit down lightly and she bit her bottom lip, turning it white in her effort to stifle her moans. I needed a taste of her. In record time, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them, along with her underwear, all the way off.

  I pushed her legs open as wide as they would go and bent her knees, setting her feet on the edge of the desk. My mouth immediately latched on to her pussy, devouring her sweet nectar. I licked and sucked, periodically driving my stiff tongue inside her, until she was vibrating with tension.

  My girl was loud and normally, I fucking loved it. But, I didn’t want anyone hearing her come but me, and I wasn’t convinced she would be able to hold it in. So, I reached up and clamped a hand over her mouth before plunging a finger inside her and drawing her swollen clit between my teeth. A few thrusts and I was proved right as my hand muffled her scream while her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

  I surged to my feet, unzipping my slacks and freeing my cock on the way. Grabbing her naked ass, I lined up my dick and pulled her forward roughly, impaling her until I was balls deep.

  “Fuck!” I shouted before I realized what I’d done. Shit! Lilah giggled and I glared at her, quieting us both by taking her mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Her legs flew around me and my hips set a punishing pace, thrusting in and out, fast and hard. “We have to hurry, baby girl,” I whispered against her lips. “Squeeze that tight little pussy. I need you to come again.”

  She clenched her walls, milking my cock and it grew impossibly bigger, aching with the need to let go. I was practically delirious with the delicious pain, but coherent enough to suck on Lilah’s sweet, rosy nipples and pinch her hard little clit.

  The feel of her pussy rippling around me as she came had my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train, and I buried my face in Lilah’s neck to muffle my roar. Driving all the way in one last time, I planted myself deep and my cock splashed my seed all over her womb. The feeling seemed to set her off again and she bit down on my shoulder to keep from screaming. My dick began to spurt even harder, filling her until there was nothing left.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” I panted quietly. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re coming home with me, and I don’t want to hear another argument about it.”

  A knock on the door had Lilah’s head suddenly flying up, hitting me in the chin. “Son of bitch!” I yelped.

  The door handle rattled. “Lilah?”

  Chapter Eight

  Delilah

  Hearing my father’s voice as I was coming down from an intense orgasm, with Ethan’s come dripping out of me, was a wakeup call I could have done without. We’d managed to get cleaned up and my clothes back on me lightning fast, but I’d had no idea how to explain what we’d been doing in there. Ethan had handled it for me after opening the door just enough so he could step outside and speak to my father. He’d made some lame excuse about me being emotionally overwhelmed, and when they walked away, I’d escaped to the suite where he’d put my luggage to lie down for a nap.

  Between my fear of getting caught again and Ethan’s anger, the decision had been simple. I couldn’t stay at my father’s home for more than a few days. The next morning, I explained it to him—as beautiful as his home was and as much as I wanted to get to know him, I needed space for myself. The plan was for me to enjoy the weekend with him and Lola before moving in with my friend.

  My father wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, and I was starting to realize he wasn’t quite the monster I’d built him up to be in my head. He kept me busy all day Saturday and other than a quick text to Ethan to let him know that I’d told my father I was moving on Monday, I didn’t have a chance to talk to him. I’d forgotten my phone in my room before we’d left the house after breakfast and we hadn’t made it back until almost two o’clock in the morning. By then, I’d been exhausted and had fallen asleep the moment I’d fallen into bed.

  When I finally woke up, it was almost noon. I frantically reached for my phone and found ten missed calls and a dozen text messages—all from Ethan. I didn’t take the time to read them or listen to the voicemails he’d left, calling him instead. As the line rang on the other end, there was a knock on my door.

  “Come in,” I called out.

  The d
oor opened and the ringing sound was in stereo, coming through my phone and from across the room where Ethan stood. I hit the red button to disconnect the call and leapt from my bed.

  “I’m so sorry,” I cried out as I rushed towards Ethan.

  “You damn well better be,” he grumbled, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing tightly. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

  “Never,” I promised.

  He released me, took a step backwards, turned, and locked the door. “The only reason I’m able to be semi-rational right now is because you’re going to be in our home come Monday morning.”

  I gulped at the heat burning in his eyes and trembled when his hand moved to his belt and unbuckled it.

  “Forty-one hours,” he growled. “That’s how long I went without seeing you. Without hearing your voice. Without knowing if you were okay.”

  “I’m so so sorry,” I apologized again, hating the pain I heard in his voice.

  “I know you are. That’s why I’m going to let you show me exactly how sorry you are.”

  I shivered at the sensual threat in his tone. He slid his zipper down, pulling out his dick and fisting the hard length. “Come here.”

  I moved forward, instinctively dropping to my knees directly in front of him. I’d never done this before, but I wanted to give Ethan whatever he needed. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tilted my head up. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, running the tip of his dick over my lips.

  I opened my mouth and licked my lips, my tongue darting out to flick at the the drop of pre-come glistening at the tip. The salty smell of him filled my senses, and my tongue coated him with saliva.

  “Suck me, Lilah,” he groaned.

  I sucked him into my mouth, making him moan. I swallowed reflexively, and his fingers clenched my scalp. He released another moan of pleasure, igniting my confidence. He rocked back, and my tongue slid along the underside of his shaft until only the head of his dick was between my lips. Then I licked along his length, swirling my tongue round and round. My eyes drifted shut, and he pulled away from me.

  “Look at me, baby girl. I want to see your eyes while your lips are wrapped around my cock,” Ethan commanded. My eyes popped open, and I tilted my head up to make eye contact with him through my long lashes. “That’s it, Lilah.”

  Then his hardness was at my lips again, sliding between them to dip into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I circled my tongue around the head of his dick on each upsweep. It didn’t take long before I felt him tense up.

  “Pull off, Lilah. Before I come down your throat,” he warned.

  It only made me suck harder, determination filling me. He groaned when he found release, his fingers clenched against my scalp as his hard shaft throbbed in my mouth. Spurt after spurt of semen shot into my mouth and down my throat.

  “Holy fuck, baby girl,” he rasped. “That was amazing.”

  He pulled out of my mouth, tucked his dick into his pants, and zipped them back up. Then he crouched down and helped me to my feet, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip. “Your lips are puffy and swollen, just like they get when I kiss you.”

  He bent his head to do just that, but we were interrupted by yet another untimely knock on the door, followed by my father’s voice calling my name.

  “Seriously?” I hissed softly. “Does he have a radar or something?”

  “Go on,” he told me softly. “I’ll slip out of here after you leave and meet you guys in the kitchen in a minute.”

  “Coming!” I shouted, dashing into the bathroom first to quickly swish some mouthwash before leaving the room. “Or I would have been if you didn’t have such horrible timing,” I grumbled to myself as I reached for the door knob.

  Ethan was across the room, leaning against the wall, grinning. I scowled at his amusement, which only made his smile widen. Then he winked and mouthed, “Later.” The thought bolstered my spirits and I opened the door, walking out of my bedroom with a spring in my step.

  “Good morning, sweetie,” Lola trilled when I walked into the kitchen. She peeked her head out of the fridge. “How does French toast sound for breakfast? Ethan’s around here somewhere and it’s one of his favorites.”

  “Don’t let her fool you,” my father said from where he was sitting at the kitchen counter. “It’s one of her favorites, too.” The look on his face while he watched Lola reminded me of how Ethan stared at me.

  I moved to sit down next to him. “Sure, that works for me.”

  “What works for you?” Ethan asked as he walked in, shoving his phone into his pocket.

  “French toast,” Lola answered.

  “Where did you get off to?” My father pinned Ethan with a suspicious look that made me squirm in my seat.

  “Sorry about that. Phone call.”

  He seemed mollified by Ethan’s answer, and I sighed in relief.

  “Lola mentioned that Lilah is moving in with her friend tomorrow morning.”

  “Unfortunately, yes,” my father grumbled. “We’ve tried talking some sense into her, but she refuses to listen to reason.”

  “Don’t you usually have a big staff meeting first thing on Monday mornings?” Ethan asked.

  “Yeah, but I’m going to move it.”

  “You don’t have to do that,” I protested. “I’ll be perfectly fine. There’s no need for you to miss an important meeting because of me.”

  “What kind of a father would I be if I let my little girl move without help?”

  “Why don’t I step in and give her a hand?” Ethan offered, the sly devil.

  “No, it’s kind of you to offer, but she’s my daughter and I want to do it.”

  “Samuel,” Lola chided. “It’s the logical choice, and aren’t you the one always telling me to be more reasonable?”

  “Fine,” he huffed. “But I want her to check in with me once you’re there.”

  “Sure, Samuel. Whatever you want,” Ethan agreed.

  “What I want is for my little girl to live under my roof. I missed the first eighteen years of her life, already. I don’t want to miss anything else.” He turned to me with a soft expression. “I’ve pictured you in every stage of childhood throughout your life. But, you’ve never really grown up in my mind. I know you’re technically an adult, sweetheart, but you’ve only just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, and then losing your mom…I—I can’t help wanting to take care of you.”

  I felt guilty. Horribly guilty. So much so that my stomach started turning. Then the scent of the bacon Lola was cooking wafted towards me, and the turning changed to full out rolling. And nausea. I tried to breathe through my mouth instead of my nose, but it didn’t do any good. Bile crept up my throat and I leapt out of my chair to run towards the bathroom.

  I barely made it in time, dropping to my knees and flipping the toilet seat open to puke my guts up. As if that wasn’t bad enough, everyone had followed me. Lola made soothing sounds as she pulled my hair out of the way and patted my back. My father grumbled about me not moving when I needed to see a doctor immediately. Only Ethan remained silent. But he didn’t need to say anything because his eyes did all his speaking for him. They burned with triumph when his gaze dropped to my belly. It looked like he might just have accomplished what he’d set out to do—knocking up his best friend’s daughter.

  Chapter Nine

  Ethan

  “We should get you to a doctor, sweetheart,” Samuel said, frowning at Lilah with concern.

  I opened my mouth to respond, but shut it when I saw the pleading look in Lilah’s eyes. I narrowed my own in warning, I wasn’t going to keep quiet much longer, but for the moment, I didn’t speak.

  “I’m fine, Sa—Dad,” she assured him with a minute smile.

  Samuel’s face lit up when she called him Dad, and he carefully helped her up from the ground. I itched to push everyone out of the way and scoop Lilah into my arms. Instead, I stood back as Lola and Samuel led her out of the bathroom. I fucking hated
that I had to pretend she wasn’t mine, that she didn’t mean everything to me.

  “I probably just ate something bad yesterday,” she insisted. “Maybe there were carrots in the salad and I missed it somehow. I’m allergic.”

  Samuel started to argue, but she placed her hand on his arm and patted it lightly. “I’ll make an appointment if I get sick again, okay?” He looked like he wasn’t going to let it go, but Lola jumped in.

  “Why don’t you go lay down, Lilah,” she suggested. “If you feel like eating later, I’ll whip up some lunch.”

  Lilah nodded and with a last, quick glance at me, she headed off to her suite. I practically glued my feet to the floor to keep from following.

  “Ethan, let’s go into my office,” Samuel said, breaking me out of my intense focus on Lilah. “I want to talk to you about something.”

  He kissed Lola’s cheek and then turned in the direction of his office. I walked slowly behind him and pulled out my phone to send a text.

  Me: Make that doctor’s appointment today, Lilah.

  My phone didn’t vibrate with an incoming text until I was seated on a small couch, with Samuel at his desk. He was shuffling through some papers, so I looked down to read the text.

  Lilah: I’ll call Monday, after the move.

  Me: Today.

  Lilah: You’re so bossy. And, over-reacting.

  Me: You’re begging for another spanking, baby girl.

  Me: Call today.

  Lilah: Fine.

  “Ethan.” Samuel called my name and I put my phone away, satisfied Lilah would do as she was told. “My daughter and I haven’t really talked about what happened with her mother”—he frowned thoughtfully—“In fact, she’s done her best to avoid it. But, it’s clear that things were never as they seemed. She seems to trust you. Did she talk to you about it?”

  I thought for a moment, wondering if I should be completely honest. Would it betray my feelings for Lilah? I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t sure she’d see it that way. However, I needed to get to the bottom of this, so I didn’t hedge around it. “Yes, but all she had to go on was her mother’s version of events though.”