Mustang Daddy - A Single Daddy, Small Town Second Chance Romance

by Sienna Parks

  “You can’t tell me what to do, Carter.”

  “The fuck I can’t!”

  “I can’t be here.” She turns to leave.

  “You’re not going anywhere, Addi, do you fucking understand me?” I grab her, pulling her close to my chest, letting her feel the rapid beat of my heart hammering in my chest. “Do you feel that? Can you really walk away from me right now?” I position my lips millimeters from hers, letting her feel the intensity of our connection before I continue. “If you can tell me that you don’t feel this… that you don’t know that this feeling MEANS something… then do it… walk away and don’t come back. Can you do that, Tesoro?” Her lips are on mine in an instant, pouring all the emotion she can’t express into this kiss. Our tongues twist and tangle in a visceral, angry frenzy, and before I know what’s hit me, she pushes me out of reach and walks away - her walk turning to a run as she disappears down the beach towards the marina.

  It takes me a moment to grasp the gravity of what just happened, before I break out into a sprint after her.

  ADDI

  Where am I even running to? I have nowhere to go. I don’t have my cell, my wallet or my keys; Lily is off with Xander for god knows how long, and I’m running towards a non-existent destination because the most amazing man I’ve ever met just told me he loves me. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be running to him, not away from him. God, I hate myself right now, but I can’t stop myself from acting on my survival instinct.

  I finally slow to a walk when I feel like my lungs are going to explode, and I find myself at the marina. I don’t know how long or how far I’ve run. I do know that there is a massive pain in my chest, and it’s not from running. I try to blend in with the crowd - slowing my breaths and wiping the tears I didn’t know were there, from my face. It hits me; I have just blown any chance I had at a real relationship with Carter. There’s no coming back from this.

  That’s when I hear him in the distance.

  I quickly turn to scan the crowd, and there he is, breathless, sweating, and gorgeous. He’s running his fingers through his hair as he shouts my name, striding towards me. When he reaches me, I expect some sort of grand romantic kiss, or speech, but he just grabs my hand and drags me through the crowd without a word.

  “Let me go, Carter, you’re hurting me.” The glare he gives me chills me to the bone, but he loosens his grip ever so slightly.

  “Hurting you? I’M HURTING you? Holy FUCK, Addi. You have no fucking idea how your actions and reactions affect those around you, do you? You’re just off in Addi-land doing your Addi-thing and fuck the rest of us.”

  “That’s not true and you know it. You don’t get to judge me because you decided to pour your goddamn heart out, completely out of the blue.”

  “You really are a heartless bitch sometimes.”

  We continue on in silence for a moment. I can’t argue with him because I know he’s right, and I’m ashamed of myself, but I don’t know any other way to be. As the crowd dwindles, I notice we’re walking down the pier, with yachts lining either side of us. He pulls me in the direction of a stunning vessel with the name “Vittoria” emblazoned across the back.

  “Seriously? You want to show off your goddamn boat right now? You are such a fucking swanktard.” He turns to face me, pure rage in his eyes.

  “What the fuck does that even mean?”

  “You’re being a swanky bastard at the most ridiculous time possible.” Oh God… I just poked the beast. He looks livid.

  “When have I EVER tried to win you with fucking “swanky” shit? You come from the same background as me, Addison. I’m well aware that none of this impresses you. I thought maybe the fact that I’m a good guy that wants to be with you would be impressive enough, but apparently nothing is good enough for you.” He picks me up, jumps onto the boat, and sets me down, before storming below deck. I follow him.

  “Okay… okay… you don’t need to get so angry about it.”

  “ANGRY? You haven’t even seen angry yet. I’m about to go fucking thermonuclear if you don’t sit THE FUCK down and listen to me.” I do as he asks. Not because he scares me; I know he would never hurt me. I sit because I need to hear what he has to say.

  “Don’t mistake me bringing you here for romance or love, or me trying to impress you! This is the only place I can take you where I won’t get arrested for breach of the peace. I am so fucking angry right now.”

  “I can see that.” Why can’t I stop talking? Every word out of my mouth just makes this situation much worse.

  “Can you just keep your mouth shut for five minutes, Addi? Si guida pazzesco.” [You drive me crazy] If he’s going to speak freaking Italian, how am I supposed to respond? I have no idea what the hell he’s saying.

  “I need to say this and you need to fucking hear it.”

  “In English, please.”

  “Oh. My. God, Addi. Do you know why I speak Italian so often around you? Because you drive me fucking crazy! You really had no idea I was in love with you, did you?” I shake my head; his use of the past tense isn’t lost on me.

  “How could you NOT KNOW, Tesoro?”

  “What does ‘Tesoro’ mean?” His features soften with a defeated sigh.

  “It means treasure.”

  “But you’ve called me that from the first night we met.”

  “Look at me when I say this, baby.” I lift my eyes as a shiver of nerves run through me. “I may not have realized it then, but you had me snared, hog-tied and besotted with you from the first touch of your hand.” I feel like my heart is going to burst right out of my chest. I want to reciprocate and tell him how he makes me feel, but I can’t, I’m just too damaged. The silence is deafening. “You seriously have nothing to say to me? I’m not asking for love, or marriage, or even for you to move in with me. All I want is some fucking acknowledgement that you feel anything for me. Am I just a fuck buddy for you? I thought you felt the same intense connection I feel when we’re together, but maybe it’s one-way fucking traffic.” He starts running his fingers through his hair, frantically searching my face for an answer I can’t force myself to give. I know this could be the moment that he walks away, and I desperately want him to stay, but I know he would be better off without me.

  “What do you want me to say, Carter? You know me. You know that this kind of shit isn’t my style. We’ve had a good run; longer than I would usually stick around. Maybe what we have has just run its course.”

  “If you’re going to talk shit, Addi, at least say it like you mean it. Do you remember what I told you in the club that night?” He stalks toward me, looming over me with his imposing frame, his hands gripping the back of the sofa on either side of me. “I told you that you make me feel helpless, frustrated, desperate, and fucking turned on beyond all reason. I feel that tenfold today, baby. Why can’t you admit it? Tell me you don’t feel the same and I’ll walk away and move on. Just say the words.”

  I can’t… it would be a lie. “I… I… I don’t know what to say. I can’t be what you want me to be.”

  He runs the back of his hand down the side of my face, a menacing look on his face.

  “Okay, Addison. Have it your way. Rather than fight with you for the rest of the weekend, I’m going to fuck you until you not only forget about all this shit you keep spouting, but until you forget your own goddamn name. Don’t speak, don’t make a fucking sound. Just let me blow your messed up, fucking beautiful mind.”

  I couldn’t speak right now even if I wanted to. The fire in his eyes, the desire emanating from his delicious body, has me dumbstruck.

  “Get up and take off your clothes… NOW.”

  I open my mouth to protest his curt demand.

  “Don’t say a word, Addi. I mean it.”

  I do as I’m told, stripping off my clothes and my underwear until I’m standing before his fully clothed form, completely naked and wet for him. I am so turned on by his angry demeanor, I know that I’m slick and ready for him.


  “Wait here.”

  He disappears above deck for at least ten minutes. I wait; shaking and panting with desire; desperate for his touch, his caress, his beautiful big cock inside me. When he finally returns, I’m so turned on I can barely think straight. He takes my hand and pulls me behind him toward the stairs, snapping me out of my sexual haze.

  “I’m not going up there. What if someone sees me? I’m freaking naked here unless you hadn’t noticed.” He continues to pull on my arm.

  “You will come outside with me because I told you to. Do you honestly think I would let anyone look at your body but me? You really have no fucking clue, do you? The first night we met, I told you I won’t fucking share you. Not any part of you. I already checked, and there’s no one around for miles… no one to hear you scream.”

  “If I have no clue, then why don’t I just leave you to it? You can crack one off in the moonlight.”

  “Don’t fucking push me, Addi. What did you NOT understand when I told you I AM going to fuck you until you stop talking shit?” He’s so damn full of himself.

  “What if I don’t want you to fuck me?” He stops dead, turning to face me on the stairs.

  “Oh I know you want it, baby.”

  He pulls me up onto the deck before thrusting his hand in between my legs, letting his fingers caress my entrance. His satisfied grin both annoys me and turns me on at the same time. I watch as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, spreading the evidence of my arousal over his lips before darting his tongue out for a taste.

  “Your body always gives you away, sweetheart. You’re soaking wet for me, just at the thought of how hard I’m going to fuck you. Your breasts are full and heavy, your nipples begging for my attention; and your eyes… you can’t hide what you’re feeling from me. I see you, Addi… I see your joy, your pain, your desire… and fucking hell, the desire in your eyes right now has me hard as a fucking rock.” My gaze moves to his crotch and his massive erection, straining to break free from the confines of his pants. “You want it, baby? It is all for you. For your tight little body and your smart fucking mouth.” As he unbuttons his pants and pushes them down just enough to let his dick spring free, I can’t help biting my lip.

  “See, Tesoro? I know how badly you want me; you just need to give in to it.” He takes his hard length in his hand, stroking the length of it, his breath becoming uneven with each firm pump of his fist. It is so fucking hot. “You like this, baby? Watching me stroke my dick, letting you see how hard you make me?”

  I’m mesmerized…

  “This is what your hot, sexy little body does to me, Addi. Now, on your knees and I’ll give you what you really want.” I shamelessly drop to my knees without hesitation; desperate for a taste of him.

  He moves closer; his dick brushing my lips before he pulls back. He grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in place as he speaks.

  “Open wide.”

  I do as he asks, moving forward to take him into my mouth.

  “Not until I say so.”

  He holds my gaze, exerting the power he has over me in this moment, and I absolutely relish it. It turns me on, and affords me a freedom I didn’t know I needed.

  “You can take me into your smart mouth now, Addison. And remember, you only get to enjoy this massive cock of mine because I fucking let you.” I can tell he is mortally wounded from our earlier fight, and all I want to do is make him feel better. I will do anything he asks to make up for hurting him so badly. I wrap my lips around the swollen crest of his cock, kissing and licking as I go, eliciting the sexiest, husky groan. I take him as deep as I can, using my hand to stroke the remaining length of him. He is so big, and he tastes amazing.

  “That’s it, baby. Just like that… you fucking love doing that, don’t you?”

  I nod my head as I continue to work his cock, loving the feel of his skin against my tongue, smooth silk around a solid steel shaft. God, it’s amazing. As I start to move faster, working him harder, sucking, teasing and swirling my tongue around him, he tightens his grip on my hair and begins to thrust his hips in time with my movements. I can feel the beginnings of his release pulsing along his thick engorged length, and as his come spills into my mouth, I lap it up, enjoying every drop as I listen to him shouting to the heavens.

  “Jesus… Fucking… Christ!”

  I sit back on my heels with a satisfied grin, but Carter has other ideas. He picks me up and moves me over into the cockpit, sitting me down on the captain’s chair. I watch as he pulls his T-shirt off over his head, his rippling abs glistening with a sheen of sweat, and I want to lick every inch of them.

  “Spread your legs as wide as you can.” His gentle, playful side is gone tonight, and what I’m left with is a dominant, desire driven, sexual master.

  My legs fall open over either side of the chair; letting him see the full extent of my arousal. My folds are swollen with desire, my entrance dripping in anticipation of his touch. I love the look of pure unadulterated lust and appreciation on his face as he drops down in front of me, forcing my legs even further apart as his warm calloused hands push firmly at the apex of my thighs. He slowly runs his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one long… torturous… lick. It is heaven and hell rolled into one glorious, sensual sensation.

  “Mmmmm. I wonder how much of this you can stand before you beg me to fuck you.” I don’t even care that he plans to tease me. I just need his touch… more than I need my next breath.

  “Oh God, Carter. I want you… all of you… please!”

  “Hold on to the chair.”

  As soon as I do, his movements become frantic, his scruff rubbing against me in a vigorous, almost painful motion; but the ministrations of his tongue bring a pleasure so intense that I come almost immediately; screaming his name, bucking wildly against his face. One orgasm is never enough for Carter; he makes me come over and over until I can’t control the shaking of my legs, or my desperate pleas for him to fuck me.

  When I think he’s had his fill, he hoists me up, draping me over the captain’s wheel, my nipples puckering against the cool polished wood.

  “I’m not done with you yet, Addison.”

  He moves my legs so they’re spread wide enough for him to stand behind me, nestled against my naked ass. I hear the rustle of the foil wrapper as he takes the condom from his pocket, but for the first time in my life, I don’t want any barriers.

  “Don’t, Carter. Don’t use it. I want to feel you.” I hear his sharp intake of breath at my request.

  “Are you sure?” I can tell he’s trying to hold back the tenderness I hear in his voice.

  “Yes. I have an IUD, it’s completely safe. Please, Carter… don’t make me beg.”

  His hands caress my ass as he speaks.

  “Maybe I want to hear you beg after the way you’ve behaved today. Tell me how much you want to feel my cock thrusting inside you… skin to skin.” I feel like I’m going to pass out if he doesn’t take me soon.

  “So fucking badly I can hardly breathe. Take me, Carter... please, let me feel the warmth of your hard, throbbing cock, and the wet of your come as it spills inside of me.” My words are his undoing.

  He grabs my ass and hammers his cock inside me in one deep thrust. It is the most amazing feeling; our bodies becoming one, and as he starts to move, I don’t even recognize the moans that escape my chest.

  “Holy Fuck, Addi. Tu sei l’altra metà di me. Sei stata fatta per me. Tell me you know. You have to fucking know what this means.” Tears well in my eyes; I’m overwhelmed by the love I feel for him… I love him… I’m completely and utterly in love with this man.

  I’m screaming as he rides me harder and harder, bringing us to a stratospheric climax together.

  “I know, Carter… God… I know.”

  As we struggle to get our breathing under control, he slumps over me; his naked chest against my back. His tender side reemerges as he gently caresses me with his fingertips, kissing down my spine; his dick still pulsing inside me a
s I clench around him.

  “Remember how this feels… how I feel inside you, how we feel together. Remember it the next time you want to walk away from me, Addi. Take a fucking minute and think about this moment… for both our sakes.”

  He continues to feather kisses all over my neck and shoulders until I feel him harden again. He pulls out of me agonizingly slowly, leaving me bereft, before taking my hand, leading me back below deck and onto the bed. Without a word, he crawls on top of me, spreading my legs and pushing his hard length inside me. He brushes my hair out of the way with his fingertips, before tracing the lines of my face as if he’s trying to memorize each and every detail. My breathing is shallow, my heart pounding in my chest as his lips crash down on mine. He gently starts to swivel his hips; building us toward a deep, intense, soul destroying climax. He completely shatters all of my defenses, leaving me naked and vulnerable in his arms, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

  I don’t know how long we stay on the boat, enjoying the silence, lying in each other’s arms as we gaze at the sky above. If I could ever know true serenity, this would be it. It could have been hours for all I know, but the minute my stomach rumbles, Carter has me up and in his arms.

  “Let’s get you home and fed, Tesoro.” I wish I could speak Italian. It sounds so beautiful as it rolls off his tongue.

  “What did you say to me back there, when you were inside me? You spoke Italian.” I see a fleeting look of indecision cross his masculine features before he speaks.

  “I said – You are the other half of me. You were made for me. You felt that, didn’t you? When we were joined, skin to skin, with no barriers between us; tell me you felt it, too?” His eyes are asking me so much more than his question, but I answer him all the same, hoping that one day I can say the words he needs to hear.