Forbidden Roommate: Her Dad's Best Friend Series Set

by Penny Wylder

  He touches my ankle. I wince and suck air through my teeth. He says, “I don’t think it’s sprained. Just twisted. But you’re definitely not climbing the Eiffel Tower today.”

  My mom and dad finally catch up after everyone. My mom says, “You guys go ahead of us. I’ll help her get back to the hotel suite and stay with her.”

  “She’ll need to be carried,” Nicholas says. “I’ll do it.”

  My heart starts to race at the thought of being alone with Nicholas in the room. All the pain in my ankle seems worth it now.

  “No, we can’t ask you to do that,” my dad says. “I’ll carry her.”

  I want to protest, but my mom beats me to it. “Ted, there’s no way you can carry Cleo with your bad back.”

  Nicholas says, “I have three weeks to see the Eiffel Tower. I’ll see it at some point. There’s no sense in everyone missing out. I’ll be happy to take her back to the hotel. She needs to get some ice on this ankle before it starts to swell up.”

  “Are you sure?” my dad asks.

  “Yes. I insist.”

  “Want me to stay with you?” Tara asks because she’s my best friend, but I can tell she really wants to go see the famous tower. It’s all she’s talked about for months.

  I almost blurt out “No!” but instead I smile at her and say, “Go on, have a blast. We’ll see it again before we leave.”

  Now that the guilt of leaving me behind is taken care of, everyone seems eager to get to it. I tell them goodbye as Nicholas lifts me into his arms, carrying me like a groom would carry his bride over the threshold. We head back to the suite while my family heads in the opposite direction.

  He’s so strong and seems to carry me with little effort. He smells fantastic. I bury my face into his neck. His breathing becomes more labored. I don’t want there to be any mistaking my intentions.

  “I want you,” I whisper into his ear and nibble on his earlobe.

  “Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me not to take you right here and now?” he says as we make it into the lobby. He impatiently stabs at the button on the elevator.

  I giggle and caress the back of his neck with my fingers. The ride in the elevator seems to take forever. Someone else is in here with us so I do my best to keep my hands to myself.

  When we finally get into the suite, he takes me into the room I share with Tara and places me gently on the bed. I want him to tear my clothes off but he’s far more patient than I am. First he goes to the kitchen to get me a bag of ice to put on my ankle. This is torture, and not because of the pain in my ankle. I don’t even care about that right now.

  When he gets back, he starts to massage my ankle. “Does this hurt?” he asks.

  “No, it feels amazing.”

  The longer his hands are on me, the more turned on I get. His hands moved up from my ankle to my knee. He stays there a moment, rubbing, before moving further up to my thigh. I moan, unable to mask just how turned on I am.

  I glance over at him and see the hard bulge in his pants and I know he’s just as turned on as I am. He leans in and kisses my mouth. He continues to massage me as he kisses me, then as his hands move up my leg, his mouth moves down to my neck, sucking gently. Not hard enough to give me a hickey, but sucking none the less and it feels incredible.

  He leans back and our eyes meet. His hand moves between my legs. He rubs the fabric and electricity crackles through my whole body. I reach over and touch his chest, feel the hard muscles beneath his shirt flex in response to my touch. He reacts by moving his own hands up to my chest, caressing my breasts through my shirt. My breathing is rapid, uneven, fluctuating depending on how much pressure he applies.

  His hands snake under my shirt and he unclasps my bra with an expertise of someone with plenty of experience. I shudder with excitement as his fingers dance across my hard nipples, pinching and pulling and flicking, sending my mind and body into a frenzy. My pussy now pulses as all the blood in my body floods the area. I feel swollen to where it’s almost painful. There’s a need like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It fills my mind, a craving so intense I’m practically out of my mind like some kind of movie zombie.

  I can’t take it anymore. I push him back on the bed and straddle him. A smile spreads across his face and he’s not so gentle anymore when he tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it across the room. He sits up and grabs one of my breasts, bringing his mouth to it. He seems to have a desperate hunger of his own as he swallows my breast whole, tongue flicking against the overly sensitive nipple. I moan and cry out as he nibbles on them with his teeth, then soothes them with his tongue. I can feel the sensation deep in my clit. The pulse between my legs gets stronger, more urgent. I’ve never had anyone inside me, but instinct tells me that’s the only thing that’s going to satisfy this need.

  He pulls off my shorts and panties, tossing them in the pile with my shirt. I wait for him to take me in whatever savage way he wants, but he just stares. I start to feel a little self-conscious, but there’s no judgement in the way he looks at me. He’s like an art connoisseur, studying a painting, a foodie enjoying the first taste of a meal.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he says as his eyes travel down the length of my body. They stop at my breasts and he touches them softly. His fingers glide along my stomach and stop at my pussy where he touches the tiny landing strip of pubic hair. A shudder rolls through him as he slips his fingers between the wet folds.

  I throw my head back as his finger enters my body. I’ve never felt anything like it. My body becomes somehow both very tense and very loose at the same time. I feel a gush of wetness leave my body, soaking his hand.

  “Holy shit, you’re so wet,” he says and enters another finger inside of me. It’s uncomfortable, but nothing I can’t handle. I know he’s preparing my body for his cock.

  He pulls his fingers out. They’re covered in the wet evidence of my arousal. He hurries to unbutton his pants and I eagerly watch, enraptured as he pulls the massive cock from his boxers. I knew it was big when I felt it under the covers, but seeing it is so much more intimidating. How in the world will that thing possibly fit inside of me? The fear is almost overwhelming. I start to back away, but then he flips me over onto my back. I wait for him to just plunge inside me, but instead, he kisses the top of my pussy gently. His warm tongue slides up and down against the delicate skin. The fear fades just as quickly as it appeared and now there’s nothing left but the pure pleasure of his tongue against me.

  My body writhes and twists and aches as his tongue works my clit. When he adds his fingers to the mix, a lurid sound escapes my throat.

  “Fuck me,” I demand.

  He looks excited and a little surprised by my words, but responds immediately to them. He spreads my legs, admiring the view. “Look at the perfect pink pussy,” he says. Hunger and lust drip from his words. His eyes are half closed as though he were getting drunk from the sight of me.

  He places the tip of his cock at the opening of my pussy and starts to push. I hold my breath when the pain grows more intense.

  “Relax,” he coos.

  I take a breath and let my body go slack. That’s when he pushes inside of me. There’s a sharp sting as he bursts through my barrier, but it’s gone in an instant. As he works his way in and out of me, the pain turns to an addicting pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  I love the way he fills me up. Why have I waited so long for this? Though I’m not sure I would enjoy it as much if it was with anyone other than Nicholas. Just knowing it’s him causes an arousal and excitement I’ve never experienced before.

  As my body grows used to his length and size inside of me, he starts to move faster, thrusting harder. The constant friction against my clit is pushing me toward a breaking point.

  “Oh shit!” I scream as my orgasm races toward me.

  He lifts my legs, practically folding me in half. He’s able to drive deeper inside of me until I can’t take it anymore. My orgasm explodes with
the power to tear me apart.

  His grunting becomes louder, more animalistic. His body slams into my pussy. The sensation makes me dizzy. It’s blinding. He lets out a long, deep growl and I feel his cock twitching inside of me.

  My body still rings with the sensation of my orgasm, long after he pulls out of me. When he lets go of my legs, I feel the wetness of our combined orgasms spill out of me onto the sheets.

  We lay there spent and useless for a moment. Then he turns to look at me and his smile melts my heart. “You’re incredible,” he says.

  “So are you.”

  He rolls over to cuddle me, pulling me close to his side and kissing my face and forehead. We lay like this for a while, but I have a feeling that we’re both concerned about someone coming back before expected, so we get up.

  While I clean up, Nicholas goes out. He doesn’t tell me where he’s going, but he has a smile on his face as he leaves.

  I decide to make the bed and get rid of any evidence of what we did so Tara won’t be shocked by anything when she gets back. While I clean, I can’t help but replay what happened. I can’t believe I just had sex with Nicholas. It was the most wonderful experience of my life, better than I could’ve imagined. I’ve heard horror stories about people’s first times and I was worried. But it was wonderful and I’m left with a weightless feeling, like I could float away on a happy cloud.

  Nicholas comes back ten minutes later with macarons and lattes. The macarons in Paris are nothing like they are at home, so buttery and flaky. Or maybe everything just tastes better when I’m this happy.

  As we eat our macarons and drink our lattes, Nicholas asks, “Do you regret not getting to see the Eiffel Tower?”

  I toss what’s left of my cookie at him, hitting him in the cheek when he turns his head to dodge it. I laugh at his shocked expression.

  “Do you think so little of my first time that you would assume I’d rather see a tourist attraction right now?”

  He shrugs. “Well you did get to see a tower after all, but it’s not much of a tourist attraction,” he says, referring to his dick—which definitely was a tower of its own.

  I laugh and throw another cookie at him. This time he catches it and pops it into his mouth.

  He takes me by the hand. “How’s the ankle?”

  “Good as new.”

  It doesn’t hurt at all anymore. He was right about it not being sprained. Just a twist.

  He lifts me off the bed and we walk onto the balcony. I hadn’t realized how late it was getting. The sun is starting to set and there’re already a sprinkling of stars in the sky. I don’t know what time everyone will be back, but it shouldn’t be too soon. My parents want to milk every minute they spend in Paris seeing all the sites.

  We watch the sunset and listen to the orchestra of city sounds below.

  “You must be getting excited to go to school,” Nicholas says.

  My mood shifts. That happy, glowing feeling I felt only a moment ago, darkens. But I put on a smile for show and say, “Very excited.”

  The smile is hard to maintain. Inside I feel as though I will drown in the sudden sadness consuming me.

  I realize I’m not going to see Nicholas or Tara for an entire school year. It’s not as though I can just drive home on weekends and breaks. But whatever, this thing between Nicholas and me is just a fling, right? At least that’s what I try to tell myself.

  I lean over and kiss him. He tastes like sugar and vanilla. I take a deep breath and decide to do something that scares the hell out of me. I must be losing my mind, but I can’t keep it to myself any longer.

  “I think I’m falling for you,” I tell him.

  He looks me in the eyes and the emotion in them floods my stomach with butterflies. “I’m falling for you too,” he says. “But the situation—”

  I cut him off by pressing my finger against his lips. “I know.”

  I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to enjoy this time with him while it lasts. I hate the thought of this thing between us ending. But eventually it will have to. It’s a paralyzing thought and I want to pretend it isn’t happening. We have three weeks together and I don’t want to spend them dwelling on what will eventually happen.

  He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he grabs me and holds me close. He feeds me the last of the macarons and kisses me.

  6

  Nicholas

  The next two weeks pass in a blur. There’s only one week left in Paris. Cleo and I spend every moment we can to sneak off to be together. I pack a lunch for us, surprising her with a picnic. It’s a beautiful day with a rare cool breeze. It’s going to be perfect.

  Then my phone rings.

  I look at the caller ID and see that it’s my ex-wife calling. My mood immediately shifts into one of loathing and distain. She has that effect on me. It’s a bad idea, but I answer anyway—she’s the mother of my children, after all. I don’t feel like I have much of a choice.

  I regret it as soon as I hear that familiar nagging voice. How could I have ever loved someone with such a horrible voice?

  “How’d you like your surprise?” Gina asks, her tone dripping with underhanded venom. “Tara texted and told me you’re staying with the Reynolds family in their suite. Do you have no shame?”

  I’m tempted to hang up, but I know that will only make things worse. “How could you do that to your own children? You know how much they were looking forward to this trip. Now they’re cramped in a small hotel suite, sharing rooms.”

  “I was trying to get Tara to leave the trip. I want her in Italy with me. That was the original plan and you ruined it.”

  “That’s not true. Tara wanted to spend time with Cleo. You don’t even know your own daughter. You want her in Italy for your own selfish reasons.”

  She makes a sound of annoyance on the other end of the line. “You think you know my daughter better than me? You don’t know shit.”

  I brace myself as she starts to go off on me. I’m far too familiar with these fits of hers, but unfortunately I was wrong when I thought I’d gotten away from them after the divorce.

  “How do you think you know anyone?” she says with evil amusement and laughter in her voice. “I cheated on you our entire relationship and you never suspected a thing.”

  Her cackle makes her sound like a fairytale witch. She keeps spitting fire, but I’ve gotten really good at letting my mind wander elsewhere when she’s like this. I’m tempted to go off on her when she gets really nasty, but it’s better to keep my mouth shut. She has a way of making lives miserable and I don’t want to deal with it.

  “If you think you know our daughter so much more than I do,” she continues, “then you can pay for her college tuition all on your own.”

  I laugh because I see right through her. “All this sabotage is to make me out to be the bad guy so you can get out of helping pay for Tara’s college.”

  It’s bad enough that she took all my money in the divorce, making it so I couldn’t afford to send Tara to school in Paris. Now she wants me to pay for state college on my own. I start to wonder if Gina’s sugar daddy is starting to see her for the gold digger she is and is cutting her off.

  “If you dare try to turn this on me and try to make me look like the bad guy, I will make your life hell,” she spits.

  She’s good at that. My whole marriage was hell so I don’t take it as some idle threat. Even if I sold my house and gave her all the money, there’d be no getting rid of her. She’ll always be in my life. That reality doesn’t sit well at all. She’ll always try to bring me down, try to hurt and ruin me. Anyone close to me will suffer because of her.

  I don’t want to drag Cleo deeper into this mess. Gina will steal the youth and innocence right out from under her. She’ll crush Cleo if it meant hurting me.

  Cleo shows up just as I’m hanging up with Gina. She looks so fresh and beautiful in a floral sundress with her long tan legs exposed. A smile spreads across her face when she sees me.
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  “I’m so excited to spend a day in Paris with you,” she says cheerily and full of light. A pool of anger settles in the depths of my gut when I realize I have to let her go to save her innocence.

  “We’re not going on the daytrip,” I say, avoiding eye contact. I start to unpack the picnic basket.

  “Wait, why?” she says. The sadness in her voice rips at my heart.

  “Doesn’t matter.” I put as much of an edge on my voice as I can muster given the situation. This will no doubt hurt me more than it hurts her. I hate being cruel to anyone, but especially to sweet Cleo. “It’s over,” I say.

  She freezes. Maybe even stops breathing a moment. Tears spill down her cheeks and I want desperately to wipe them away and soothe her aching heart. She turns and runs away.

  I want so badly to apologize, but it’s the best thing for her, so I don’t.

  7

  Cleo

  I sit in the corner of the lobby, my mind racing, heart feeling as though there’s a fist clinched around it. What just happened? I’ve spent every spare moment of this vacation with Nicolas. For two weeks we’ve snuck around, desperate to get our hands on each other. It’s been great. I know he loves me. So again, what the hell just happened? I can’t wrap my head around his sudden change of heart. We were both looking forward to our date today. And now it’s over? It doesn’t make any sense. I try to search my memories of the last time we were together, trying to figure out if I said or did something wrong. But I can’t think of anything. I’m so confused.

  I’m sitting here, stewing, when a tall figure looms over me. I startle at first, then hope fills me when I think it might be Nicholas coming back to tell me it was all a misunderstanding. But when I look up into the glare of the lights, I realize it’s Charlie.

  “What’s with the sad face?” he asks.

  I wipe my eyes and shrug. “Home sick, I guess.” I’m not about to tell him the real reason I’m upset.