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

by Sienna Parks

  “Yes, Carter… I felt the same way.” It’s all I can choke out past the emotion crushing my windpipe, but it’s enough for him; it’s enough for us… for now. He tucks me under his arm as we walk back to the beach house in a sweet, comfortable silence – perfectly content.

  CARTER

  When I took off at a sprint after Addi the other night, the only thought in my head was ‘don’t let her go, don’t let her leave.’ Everything that happened after that was a blur of pure emotion, a build-up of anger and off the charts lust. She makes me so fucking angry sometimes, but this was a whole new level of rage. I knew she would react badly when I finally said the three words she’s so terrified of, but I fucked up, telling her the way I did, and she supremely fucked up when she decided to run. I didn’t see that coming. I thought she would yell and shout, but to literally run away from me… fuck, her issues go much deeper than I thought. I know for a fact that she feels the same way. She loves me, but she would rather sabotage what we have, than admit it. I couldn’t protect Vittoria from Marcus, but I will protect Addi from herself and her past, even if it kills me.

  We’ve had a great weekend with Xander and Lily. She’s good for him, and the more I get to know her, the more I like her. Their relationship seems so easy in comparison to Addi and I. They love each other fiercely and they’re not afraid to show it. They obviously have complete faith in the relationship, and their feelings for one another. I’m seriously beginning to doubt if things will ever be like that for us. In all honesty, I think I would get bored if things were too perfect, but fuck me, I wouldn’t mind it being a hell of a lot easier than it is right now.

  Addi has been quiet and a little detached since our showdown on the yacht. Fair play to her – she really knows how to flip the switch and put on a brave face when she needs to. I don’t think Xander and Lily have any idea what’s been going on with her. I don’t hide it half as well.

  Xander and I decide to head out for a jog on the beach before we go back to the city, and the first thing he does is call me on my mood.

  “What’s going on with you and Addi? You’re like a bear with a sore head this morning, and I only know one person that gets you this twisted up. What happened when Lily and I left you guys yesterday?” He can read me like a book and I hate that!

  “It’s so fucked up, man, I don’t think you would believe me if I told you.”

  “Try me. Just don’t cry on me like a pussy.” He thinks he’s so funny.

  “Shut the fuck up. When have I ever cried? I have balls remember. Big… Italian… balls.” I take off running, needing a few minutes to breathe in the fresh sea air before I explain what’s going on.

  “I told her I loved her.”

  “That’s great, Carter. I’m happy for you.” I can’t help but laugh.

  “Don’t be. She did a runner on me. LITERALLY. She fucking ran away when I said it, and I had to go after her.” I glance in his direction to confirm the shocked look I know is there.

  “Seriously? What happened when you caught up to her? It can’t have been that bad, you’re still together.”

  “Xander… I have never known anyone like her. She has some serious shit to deal with. I can see it in her eyes – it’s the same look I’ve seen in Vittoria’s eyes all these years.” He comes to an abrupt halt, grabbing my arm to get my attention. I turn to see the recognition in his eyes.

  “I’m so fucking sorry, Carter. I had no idea. Lily never mentioned anything.” He knows what I’m talking about. He was at my fourteenth birthday party, and he’s the only friend I have that knows what happened to Vittoria.

  “I don’t think Lily knows. Fuck… I don’t know exactly what happened to her, but I know it must be pretty bad. She just fucking shuts me out as soon as shit gets real. It tears me up to see her so broken. I swore I would never get seriously involved with a woman for this very reason, but I can’t walk away. I love her, but I can’t help her if she won’t tell me what happened. It’s so fucking frustrating.”

  “You know she’s crazy about you. It’s obvious to anyone that’s been in the same room as you two. The chemistry between you guys is off the fucking charts. She’ll come around, you just need to hang in there.” He doesn’t realize how fucked up last night was, but I’m not going to go into the details with him. I don’t understand it myself, so I wouldn’t even know where to start.

  “It is what it is. I’ve told her I won’t let her run again and I fucking meant it. Anyway… are we here to shoot the shit or are we going to run?” Xander knows me better than anyone, and he gets the message. He takes off running, and when I catch up to him we clock up the miles in silence, at a good pace; it’s exactly what I needed before going back to the city.

  One month later

  Our crazy night in the Hamptons was almost a month ago now, and things with Addi are better than ever. She still plays her cards close to her chest, but I feel like she’s opening up, little by little. I haven’t used the ‘L’ word since in case she freaks out… again. I need her to feel safe enough to let me in. I’ve tried talking to her, but she’s a master at evading the question and changing the subject. She’s told me little snippets here and there about Gavin and how he cheated on her. She thought he was the one, he said he loved her, and she gave herself to him body and soul, and he fucking crushed her; sleeping around behind her back until she walked in on him with another girl, and that was the end for her. She obviously suspected he was playing around, but until she saw it with her own eyes, she gave him the benefit of the doubt. Listening to her talk about him makes me want to find him and beat the shit out of him. He broke her, and for what, to get some extra pussy? If I ever met this guy I would fucking kill him, without blinking.

  Work has returned to the usual, endless mayhem. Addi is working all the hours under the sun, and I’ve just acquired a new club on the Upper East Side. I now own and run six of the hottest clubs in Manhattan. I’m ecstatic that business is going through the roof. I’ve always lived and breathed my clubs; but lately I’m beginning to think it might be a good idea to take a step back. I would like to hire someone to oversee my growing empire, so that I can actually enjoy the money I make, and have some fun! First thing’s first, though – tonight is opening night of the new club, Vortex. All of my clubs are high-end, expensive, and plush with the best quality VIP lounges in the city, but Vortex is a different breed altogether. The entire club is one big VIP lounge. A playground for Manhattan’s rich and famous. The staff have all signed NDAs so that whatever happens in Vortex, stays in Vortex. When people pay this much to have a good time, they expect to be able to let loose in a way they can’t anywhere else.

  I’ve been at the club all day, making sure everything runs smoothly. All that’s left for me to do now is grab a quick shower and get changed. I’m going to head over to Addi’s apartment, get ready, and bring her back with me. Xander, Lily, Logan and his latest arm candy, will be joining us later for the celebrations. I can’t wait to show them around this place. The private rooms are off the charts luxurious, with a little kink for those that so desire it. It’s probably right up Logan’s alley. I’m certain he’s a deviant of some sort… dirty bastard! He’s such a fucking smooth talker when it comes to women, they just lap it up. They probably beg him to take them to the dark side! I guess I shouldn’t really judge… I’m not exactly a saint myself. A lot of the shit I’ve done with women could be considered deviant behavior, and I loved every fucking minute of it, and there are some things that I miss. Don’t get me wrong, I love Addi, and the sex is… HOT, but I would love to explore anal play with her. I’m getting hard just thinking about it; slipping my fingers inside her, readying her for my cock driving between her perfect cheeks, all the while pounding her pussy with a vibrator. The screams I could elicit from her would be fucking sublime, but shit… I need to stop torturing myself with this fantasy. I think about baseball for a few minutes, letting my raging hard-on subside before I leave the club and make my way to Addi’s place.
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  The club is a living organism tonight, alive, pulsing with the rhythm of the music. The DJ is on fire, the staff are working together perfectly to provide an impeccable service to our clientele, drinks are flowing and everyone is enjoying the party. I manage to check in with Addi and the guys a couple of hours into the night, but Addi is such a fucking distraction when I’m supposed to be working. She had to drag me from her apartment earlier because she looked so goddamn hot, I would have sold every club I own to stay in with her and fuck until neither of us could see straight.

  She’s wearing a short, black, one-shouldered dress; simple and sexy, with a killer pair of heels that make me want to strip her, and fuck her while she digs them into my back. She’s sexy in a pair of jeans, but when she really goes all out for a night on the town… FUCK ME! I want to rip her fucking clothes off right now.

  I can sense her, wherever she moves, whatever she’s doing, I can feel her. It’s been tough watching an endless stream of guys obviously trying to impress her while I do my due diligence with the high-profile guests. There are a few A-list actors and actresses in tonight, some big names in the music business and plenty of Manhattan’s socialites. I feel like I’ve been manhandled by hundreds of women by the time I make my way over to spend some time with Addi. I pull her tight to my chest, letting the smell of cherries wash over me for a moment before I let her go.

  “Nice to see you, too, sailor. Your henchmen here have been keeping the men away with their death stares. Did you give them that instruction?” She cracks me up.

  “No, I didn’t, but they know me well enough by now to keep the pricks away from you so that I don’t get arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. You’re mine, baby, and no one touches what’s mine.”

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Under normal circumstances I would cuss you out for referring to me as an object… BUT…” She runs her hand down my chest. “You look so goddamn sexy tonight, I might let it slide… as long as you slide into me later.” She leans in, close to my ear; her breath a sensual caress. “And I can assure you – I am more than ready for you.”

  “Holy shit, Addi. I have a massive hard-on right now.” Her hand slips between us, grabbing my cock through my pants.

  “You really… are… MASSIVE… Mr. de Rossi.” Fuck, I need to get her home.

  “Baby, you need to stop doing that, or I will take you into one of the private rooms and ravish you for the rest of the night.”

  “Is that supposed to deter me? I would say that’s an incentive to keep rubbing your cock. Maybe it’s like a magic lamp… if I rub it enough I’ll be granted three wishes!”

  I’m laughing as I respond. “Rub my cock like that, Tesoro, and I’ll give you anything your heart desires.” She takes great delight in pushing me away with a smirk on her face.

  “Now come and say hello to your friends before you go back to schmoozing the elite, and later I might grant you a wish or two.” She takes my hand and leads me over to where everyone’s sitting.

  Xander and Lily are cuddled up as close as two people can possibly get without fucking; laughing, drinking, and just… enjoying each other. Logan is here with a new girl, I didn’t even bother remembering her name; I’m sure she’ll be history by the next time we all get together. She’s gorgeous, slim, and petite - and behaves exactly the same way as the rest of the women I’ve ever seen him with – compliant. They hang on his every word, doing whatever he asks – he must be hung like a fucking horse. As soon as they see me, I’m met with a round of applause before they all stand up to congratulate me on my new venture.

  Xander is first to comment. “You’ve outdone yourself with this place, Carter. It’s perfect for those of us with more money than sense! Seriously, though, fantastic job. Can’t wait to get Lily alone in one of those plush private rooms.” I laugh as he steps aside to let her give me a hug and her congrats.

  “This place is amazing, Carter. I love it. Congratulations.” I thank her and turn my attention to Logan who already has a shit-eating grin on his face.

  “Carter… those private rooms are fucking amazing. I’ve already spent a little time in one with Cheryl-Ann. She particularly liked the chaise in there.” The look on his face tells me it wasn’t so much the chaise, as whatever they were doing on it.

  “Do I need to disinfect that room already?”

  He throws his head back and laughs. “What can I say, man? There’s a reason her nickname is Cat. She purrs like a fucking kitten when I’m licking her…”

  “STOP! I don’t want to know. That’s a $10,000 piece of furniture you just defiled!” I try to say it with a straight face, but I can’t help laughing.

  He doesn’t seem like himself tonight; he is definitely a little drunk. He’s not normally so forthcoming with information regarding his conquests, and he tends to hold his liquor pretty well. I pull Addi aside. “What’s going on with Logan?”

  “Nothing that I know of. We were all having a laugh earlier, I was telling Lily how Vittoria is getting on with her latest tour. I showed them all some pictures of her on Facebook with the dance company, and her with her new man candy. We had some drinks and then Logan disappeared with Cat for a while. He’s just a little drunk, Carter; I’m sure he’s fine.” The look in her eyes tells me she knows more than she’s letting on, but a tap on the shoulder from one of my staff means I have business to attend to.

  The rest of my night is spent taking care of the A-List guests, and it’s not until the club is closed and the last of the revelers have left, that I catch a glimpse of my girl; carefree and dancing with her best friend, laughing and joking. Xander has the same fucking goofy look on his face that I’m sure I have on mine. I just love seeing her happy, without a care in the world, and it makes my night to see the smile on her face right now.

  She doesn’t notice me until I move in behind her, snaking my arms around her waist, letting her grind her perfect little ass into my groin.

  “Ready to go home now?” She nods her head as she continues to grind against me.

  Xander comes over and lifts Lily off the floor. “Let’s get you home, sweet girl. I have some not so sweet plans for you.”

  “Thanks for waiting with Addi, bro. I really appreciate it.”

  “No worries. These two are impossible to separate once you let them loose in the same room. But I do need to get my girl home and remove this ridiculously small dress. Later, bro.” Lily shouts her goodbyes as Xander drags her out the door, desperate to get her alone. I can understand that. All I want to do right now is lose myself in Addi.

  “Your place or mine?”

  “Let’s go to your place. I like your bed better than mine now.” I need to bite my tongue to refrain from asking her to move in with me after that innocent admission.

  “Your wish is my command… now about you rubbing my cock for wishes???” She slaps me in the chest before cuddling into my side as we head out to my car. It’s such an affectionate gesture from her that most people would take for granted, but not me. I know the little things are a big deal for Addi, and I appreciate every indication that she’s trying to move forward with me. I hold her close, silently thanking my lucky stars.

  ADDI

  When we arrive back at Carter’s apartment, the charge that always sparks between us is there, but tonight it evolves into something softer; something more sensual; something… more. Our usual frenzied tearing at each other’s clothes, fumbling to get to the nearest surface so we can fuck, is replaced by a sensual seduction. Carter silently leads me to his bedroom, before delicately undressing me. His touch is gentle and calculated, as if I might break if he holds me any tighter in his grasp. Every inch he uncovers is met with a soft kiss from his plump, delicious lips, his tongue darting out to taste me, to tease me, his satisfied hum vibrating against my flesh; desire unfurling in my stomach with every touch.

  I return the favor, gently removing each item of his clothes, caressing every inch of him with my fingertips. When I flick my tongue over the tip of
his rock-hard cock, he steps back, lifting me to my feet and placing me on the bed with the utmost care.

  “Not just yet, baby… later. Right now, I want to feel you, to watch you come apart beneath me, while I slowly thrust inside you; owning you, claiming you with every deliciously slow rock of my hips; filling you until you can’t take it anymore. I want to watch the look of bliss on your face as I come deep inside you.” His words alone have me wet and ready for him.

  He holds my gaze, and the intensity of this one look, so many unsaid words passing between us, has me panting in anticipation. He grasps his beautiful cock, guiding it to my entrance, before slowing, sensually, sliding inside me; one long, torturous thrust until I am completely full of him. His pelvis hits my clit at the perfect angle, spreading a delicious, quiet ripple of sensation throughout my body.

  We continue this slow dance together, enjoying every movement of our bodies together as one. I can’t take my eyes off him, scared I will break the spell and he’ll disappear if I so much as blink. Sex has never been like this for me. This is so much more than just sex. The eroticism and emotion of this one moment is devastating in its intensity. I’m close to tears as he slowly worships my body, and his tender words are my undoing.

  “Tesoro… ti amo.” [I love you.]

  I can’t help the tears that trickle in a constant, silent stream down my cheeks at his whispered words of adoration. As he moves slowly inside me, filling me, claiming me, and loving me; a sob escapes my chest.

  “What’s wrong, Addi? Did I hurt you?” He searches my face for a sign. “Please… mia bella fidanzata… talk to me.” [My beautiful girlfriend]

  He stills inside me, our bodies connected in the most profound of ways as the words I’ve held in for so long spill forth.

  “No one has ever made love to me before.”