Daddy's Bestfriend (My Dad's Bestfriend Secret Baby Romance)

by J. L. Beck

  Parker had always been the better looking one out of the two of us, though now I was certain I was, since I was able to work out every day, eat three healthy meals a day, and didn’t have a teenage daughter reeking havoc on my nerves.

  “You know that’s fine with me, that’s what friends are for. I’ll make you a bed in the second guest room, so you don’t have to sleep on the couch.” I licked my lips, moving my gaze from Parker and back to Bridget. She was giving me the same lustful stare that I was giving her, those brown eyes of hers sparkling with excitement.

  “Alright, perfect. Well, let’s get you settled in.” Parker smiled at his daughter. I didn’t think the man would ever have a child, but when he found out that one of the girls back home was knocked up, he did the manly thing and stepped up. It was too bad that later she decided he wasn’t what she needed or wanted. I still couldn’t believe she walked out on the two of them.

  “This way.” I announced as I placed the beer on the marble counter before walking in the direction of the hall. Bridget pulled her suitcase behind her, following me. I stopped quickly, pushing the second door to the left open, though she must’ve been distracted because a shriek slipped past her lips as her face slammed into my back.

  I could feel the heat of her skin against mine.

  “Oh, God. I’m sorry.” She apologized, her cheeks heating. I wanted to trace a finger against her face just to see if it was as soft as I imagined. I imagined her skin being as soft as cashmere.

  “Everything alright?” Parker questioned as he slipped his phone into the front pocket of his dress slacks. I blinked clearing the lustful haze from my eyes.

  “Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just not paying attention to where I'm going that's all.” Bridget answered, clearing anything up before Parker could connect the dots.

  I watched from the doorway as Bridget entered the bedroom, her gaze swinging over the simple wooden dresser and bed. It wasn't anything special, but it was better than nothing.

  I’m sure this room reminded her of a prison cell compared to her bedroom at home though, I’d helped Parker with the renovations on it last summer.

  “It’s perfect.” She expelled and I let the stale air I had apparently been holding, out.

  “I hope so, since it’s all I got.” I let the words pass my lips without thought, only noticing the frown that marred Bridgets exquisite features after I had spoken. “I mean….” I tried to continue, but Parker intervened before I could finish.

  “It’s fine. There’s no need for anything but the necessities.” Parker slipped his hands into his front pockets giving Bridget a hard look. She dropped her eyes to the floor and pulled her suitcase to the bed that I had made up for her. Fuck. I realized then that I didn’t like it when she frowned and that I would do anything to keep that amazing smile on her face.

  “Okay, so the bathroom’s across the hall.” I pointed to the wooden door directly across from her door. “And my room’s at the end of the hall if you ever need anything.” I hooked a thumb in the direction of my room, bringing my eyes back to hers.

  “Great, thank you. For all of it.” She released her grip on her suitcase and crossed the small space, wrapping her arms around my center. Warmth engulfed me, and my body begged me to wrap her up in my arms.

  “Yup, no thanks needed.” I quipped, and Parker smirked, knowing how much I hated hugs. Bridget released me a second later, taking a step back before gazing up at me. There was too much in those brown depths, and I needed to get some air.

  “Alright then, that’s everything.” I took a step back, and then another. “I’m going to get the spare room ready for ya, Park.” I shot over my shoulder.

  “Great. I’m going to have a word with Bridget and then get ready for bed.” I clenched, and unclenched my fist ignoring the possessive nature coursing through me. Her hands were so soft, her fingers small, she smelled like vanilla and blueberries, like a fucking muffin, a muffin I wanted to sink my teeth into.

  I made quick work of the sheets on the spare bed and replaced them with another set. I needed to keep my hands to myself. I could do this. No, I had to do this because if I touched Bridget, if I let her under my skin, I wouldn’t let her go.

  I’d taste her, caress her, possess her like a real man never has before…

  No. Think about what Parker would say, what he would do.

  No matter how much I wanted the barely legal temptress, I had to deny myself.

  It wasn’t worth it.

  CHAPTER THREE

  BRIDGET

  I knew it was crazy to approach a man like Reid about something like my attraction to him so I decided to make subtle gestures instead, knowing he would catch on if he was truly interested in me as well. Slipping into a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt, I walked over by the sliding glass door and gazed out over the patio and pool.

  My mouth watered as I took in his dark form, he was sitting next to the fire, gazing into it like he could find the answer to all his problems.

  I opened the door slowly, hoping not to startle him.

  “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” His deep voice vibrated through me, sending tingles of pleasure across my skin and warmth through my core.

  “It’s summer and I’m an adult. I don’t have a bedtime.” I gave him a little snark, tiptoeing around the chair he was sitting in.

  “You’re barely an adult.” His voice dropped. I eyed the beer bottle in his hand as he brought it up to his lips. I nibbled at my bottom lip, his lips were full and firm, and wrapped around the head of the beer bottle. I was hypnotized, stuck in a trance.

  “I’m old enough.” I stumbled over my words, finally finding my voice as I moved toward the chair across him. Nervous anxiety mixed with excitement swirled in my belly.

  A deep humorless laugh escaped his lips, “Barely…” His blue eyes pierced mine and in that stare I saw lust, mixed with a deep need. I knew it was completely rebellious to be sneaking out here to see him, with my daddy just inside the house.

  “Why do you deny yourself of what you want?” A heat flickered in his eyes, and I ignored it, moving my eyes to the fire.

  “Because nothing in life is free, it all comes with a price.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and my pussy clenched. My fingers itched to touch him, and I curled my nails into my hand trying to stop the desire. Would he cross the line even though he knew there was a chance we could get caught?

  I had dreamed of countless nights where he was the man taking my virginity, fingering me, and opening me in every way possible.

  “You know I want you?” I questioned. Shivers racked my body as I gazed up at him, meeting his stare.

  His tongue slipped out over his bottom lip, and he licked at both his bottom and top lip while looking me up and down. His eyes roamed over the tiny shorts and tight t-shirt I was wearing.

  “I know you’re young, naïve, and looking for a bad choice.” Reid’s voice was nothing more than a whisper, but the words he spoke shot straight through me.

  “You’re not a bad choice.” I argued. I wasn’t going to be told he was a bad choice, not when I was old enough to make that kind of choice.

  “If you’re looking for sex, you’re going to need to look else where. I don’t screw children.” The warmth in his eyes faded and I could see he was battling with himself, over whether or not he wanted to cross this line with me. The temptation was too great, Daddy didn’t have to find out though. We could do this for the summer and then I could go off to college with a new look on life. I’d be prepared for college, and ready to take on the world.

  “Does this look like a kid?” I stood gripping the hem of my shirt while pulling it up and over my head. I could hear Reid’s intake of breath and knew he was turned on, he had to be. I was standing in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts, with no bra on. The cold breeze, made my nipples harden.

  “Your dad’s right inside the house, and if he comes out here and sees you throwing yourself at me he’s going to kill both
of us.” I bit the inside of my cheek, knowing that what I was about do was going to cross a huge line.

  I moved closer to him, noticing the way he clenched and unclenched his fists, but his eyes never wavered from mine. I stopped right in front of him, his gaze growing heated. The reflection of the flame from the fire danced in his eyes.

  “I want you,” I whimpered. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I always got what I wanted, and what I wanted right now was Reid.

  “You don’t even know what you’re asking for… I’m over forty-years-old. I’m your dad’s best friend. I’m old enough to be your father.” His voice was gruff. If he was trying to scare me off, it wasn’t working. It’d never work. I had my eyes on one thing for the last year and it was him.

  “None of that matters to me. Age is nothing but a number, and you being my dad’s best friend doesn’t stop you from sleeping with other women right?” The thought of him with someone else caused an ache to form in my chest and a tinge of jealousy started to course through my veins even though I had nothing to be jealous about.

  His eyes narrowed, “Those women aren’t my best friend’s daughter.” His growl vibrated through me, giving me a tiny glimpse of the alpha that was barely restrained beneath the surface.

  “I don’t care about those women.” I hissed, lifting a leg and pressing my knee into the fabric of the chair right next to him. I was going to straddle him if he let me.

  A smirk pulled at his lips, “are you jealous, Kitten?” I rolled my lip between my teeth before shaking my head no, my ponytail whipped from side to side. I slid across the denim of his jeans, feeling the warmth that radiated off of him as I brought my other leg over his, my center resting against his cock.

  “I’ve dreamt about this moment.” I murmured, lifting my gaze from his muscled chest up to his rugged face. His manly scent washed over me, filling up all the air in my lungs with him. He’s intoxicating and yet I can’t get enough of him.

  “You’ve got a death wish climbing on me like this…” His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place even though his words said otherwise. His grip was bruising as if he was trying to restrain himself by holding me in one spot.

  “I’ve got a wish alright.” I purred with my lips against the lobe of his ear. I could feel his cock thicken beneath me, pressing hard against my center.He wanted this, just as badly as I did.

  “I’ll bet my last dollar you’re a virgin, and you know nothing about what it is that I’d want from you. Nothing.” I resisted the urge to frown, knowing he was right. I didn’t know what I was doing at all. I was inexperienced and out of my comfort zone but that didn’t stop, it wouldn’t stop me.

  “I’ve been with my fair share of men, and none of them have been able to curb my need.” I lied, hoping he couldn’t tell. “I want a man, a real man.” I placed both hands on his shoulders before grinding my pussy against his length. I could feel how huge he was in his jeans, and though it terrified me a bit, it excited me even more so.

  “A real man, huh?” His facial expression was skewed, his emotions unreadable. He leaned in, forcing my chest against his, my nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. A whimper of pleasure slipped from my mouth.

  Could he feel how hard they are?

  “Yes. A man that can fuck me. A man that can possess me. I’ve wanted you for over a year.” I purred, feeling his hot breath against my lips as his gaze fell from eyes and down to my lips. He wanted to kiss me, I could feel it, see it. I knew he was fighting a battle deep within himself to keep his eyes focused on mine, forcing them to not drift to my bare breasts.

  “I’ll get you off, kitten, but I ain’t sticking my cock inside of you.” His lips brushed against mine as he whispered the words.

  Did he not want me?

  The steel rod in his jeans told me he did, but his words told me he didn’t.

  “You don’t want me?” I tried not to sound as if I was hurt but it was hard not to be when you were inexperienced and throwing yourself at man that was older, and more experienced than you. A darkness flashed in his eyes, and in seconds he was moving us, our places switched.

  With my ass now in the chair, and him above me I felt completely at his mercy.

  “Want and need are two very different words. I don’t want to do what I’m about to do to you. I need to.” His fingers dug into my hips, as he adjusted me, pulling my ass to the very edge of the chair.

  What was he going to do?

  “Untie your shorts.” He ordered gruffly. I did as he instructed without a single word, my hands shook as I undid the perfectly tied bow.

  “What are you going to do?” My voice wobbled with both fear and elation. I had to keep my composure though. I couldn’t let him know I was afraid, or he’d know I was lying about my virginity.

  “Why you worried? I mean you did ask for this?” There was a bite to his voice, and an arrogance to his body language. He pulled the shorts down my legs, gently sliding his fingers against my skin, and only stopping once the shorts hit the ground. Goosebumps scattered all across my body and the wetness between my thighs grew.

  “I’m not worried, not at all.” I gulped as my body shook. I was doing a shit job at hiding the truth and soon he would know that, too.

  “So, if I sunk deep inside of you right now you wouldn’t be scared? Because your frail body is shaking like fucking crazy.” I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping onto the cushion. It was dark enough where we were at that no one could see anything. Hell, we could barely see each other.

  “No, I wouldn’t be scared.” I almost cursed as the lie left my lips. I could feel his hand moving up my leg, over my knee, and coming to a rest at the apex of my thigh. Goosebumps formed on my skin not long after.

  I licked my lips, his fingers trailed ever so gently against my skin until his thumb found my clit, and the tight bundle of nerves that lived there. The gasp that left my mouth was one I had never heard fall from my own lips, it didn’t even sound like something I would do.

  “Have you done this to yourself?” He whispered. I could feel him above me, and the heat of his gaze against my skin.

  I bit at my bottom lip and nodded my head yes, even though I really never had, then I felt the warmth between my legs grow. My pussy was throbbing with need like it never had before.

  “I bet it’s never felt like this before, like your entire body is soaring and the air you suck into your lungs isn’t enough, like you can’t breathe, but yet you can all at the same time.” The words ghosted against my goose bumped skin as he upped the pace, one thick digit sinking deep inside of me while his thumb rubbed furiously circles against my clit.

  “Never.” I croaked, on the verge of screaming. My body was strung tight, the tension built deep in my belly. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he moved that one single finger in and out of me, angling just right, perfectly right.

  “You’re such a liar, kitten. Telling me you aren’t a virgin, I know better. I can tell...” A cry escaped my lips as he sunk a second digit into my tight entrance, my pussy clenching around their thickness. His pace was relentless and the sound of my wetness and his fingers connecting filled the air.

  I clawed at his chest, watching as he dropped to his knees in front of me. What was he doing? I couldn’t even…

  “I’m….” I cried out, my pants growing louder as I rode the wave of pleasure, waiting for it to crest.

  “Better be quiet, kitten. You wouldn’t want Daddy knowing you’re getting your tight pussy finger-fucked by this best friend, now would you?” He moved his other hand from the inside of my thigh, trailing it up over my chest, before rubbing the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip.

  “Suck.” He ordered, slipping it into my mouth. I did as instructed sucking with all my might on that thick digit, his fingers owning me with every slip inside my channel. The taste of his skin was salty.

  The pleasure inside me crested and before I could stop it I was falling, tumbling, waves of euphoric pleasure slamming in
to me over and over again.

  My legs shook, and my pussy rocked against his hand as he built another orgasm deep inside me. I had never come twice at once, but I was about to find out what it felt like. My clit was sensitive but Reid was relentless, his pace never faltered, even as I fell apart against his hand.

  “It’s… too… much…” I cried out between breaths feeling as if I was going to explode. His eyes shifted from my pussy and up to my eyes, a glint of darkness filling those sea blue orbs. The fact he was watching his fingers enter me was erotic enough, but now he was looking at me like he was ready to eat me.

  “You can manage it, kitten, be a good girl and cum all over my fingers again.” He ordered, his fingers moving in a scissoring motion inside me. It was all too much for me, the need, the desires, and then there was the fact that he was making me cum on his hand, which was a first to me too. With little effort, I came again, my teeth sunk into my hand as I muffled the deep moan that ripped from my throat.

  Light flickered behind my lids, and every hair on my body stood on end. There was nothing that would ever amount to the feeling that was coursing through my veins right now. And just as fast as it all had started, it ended. Reid pulling his fingers out of my entrance slowly, leaving me cold all over.

  My eyes drifted down to his cock, his arousal was more prominent than it had been before and I missed his touch and the heat of his body as soon as he was gone.

  “What… What about you?” My voice cracked, and with a shake of his head he took a deafening step back. I sat up, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs. The wetness of my arousal dripped down my inner thighs.

  “I think that’s enough for tonight.” His voice was strained and I could tell he was barely controlling himself.

  Controlling the need.

  “But I want to please you too.” I made a move to get up, and he put his hand up, stopping me in my tracks.

  “Not tonight. Just… Not tonight.” He ordered, the darkness in his eyes radiating out as he slipped back inside the house, through the sliding glass door never even speaking another word as he did.