My Father's Best Friend

by Fiona Davenport

  I mirrored his stance, though I kept my expression neutral. “Text me the time and place.”

  Samuel nodded and headed for the front door. I held it open silently, watching him step outside and wishing there was something I could say—wait. There was something. “Samuel.” He paused. “I love her. She’s my Bonnie.”

  His head whipped around and he looked stunned. Then confused. “I don’t know how to digest that, Ethan,” he mumbled. “It’s a lot to take in.” He held out his hand, and a trickle of relief floated through my veins as we shook. At least it was something.

  After he was gone, I shut the door and turned to look for Lilah. I didn’t have to go far. She was standing right behind me, her face masked with the same shell-shocked expression Samuel had been wearing.

  “Were you telling him the truth?” she rasped.

  I prowled over so I was standing practically toe to toe with her and cupped her face in my hands. “It just hit me that I haven’t told you, baby girl. I’m so sorry, those words should have been for you first.” I kissed her lips softly.

  “You love me?” she parroted.

  “More than anything.” I slid my hands down, over her tits, down her flat belly, around her waist, and they landed on her ass. Gripping her cheeks, I hoisted her up so her legs came around my hips, and she grabbed onto my biceps. “I love you and our little one more than words could ever say,” I whispered before sealing my mouth over hers.

  Our kisses were drugging and I was addicted, I knew I would never get enough of her taste. I stumbled around for a moment before finding a wall to press her back against and ground my erection into the juncture between her legs.

  She tore her lips away and I growled in protest, seeking them out again. “I love you too.” I stopped and lifted my hooded gaze so our eyes met. Her crystal blue pools were overflowing with emotion and it spread warmth throughout my body. Since I was already on fire for her, it blew my desire up by epic proportions.

  I dropped her to the ground and fell to my knees. Making quick work of her button and zipper, I had her bare from the waist down in seconds. With lust controlling my mind, I spread her legs and dove in to lick between the folds of her pussy. She was wet, so fucking wet. I latched on to her clit and sucked hard while plunging two fingers inside her. A few thrusts and she was screaming my name. I kept at it, holding her tight when her knees buckled.

  She was practically tearing my hair out with her grip, and it was sexy as fuck. I surged to my feet, whipped out my cock, lifted her and yanked her down as I pumped up. She cried out, and I felt my eyes roll back in pure bliss.

  “Fuck! You are so damn tight every time, baby girl. But you’re drenched and I slide right in. Yes! Take it, Lilah.” I braced her securely against the wall and drove in, over and over.

  “Ethan! Oh yes, I’m—oh! Yes!”

  I fucking loved it when she got loud.

  “I’m going to—”

  I halted abruptly, though it took everything in me to do so. “What’s the rule, Lilah?” I snarled.

  “I can’t hold it back, Ethan!” she whimpered.

  “You will,” I commanded, then resumed fucking her, hard and fast.

  “Please, please, please.” She was chanting, writhing with the effort to hold back.

  My balls tightened and drew up, a tingling spreading from the base of my spine. “Together, baby girl,” I grated. A few seconds more, and I roared, “Now!”

  Color and sensation burst in front of my eyes. Shudders of pleasure wracked through my body, and I could feel the same tremble from Lilah. The walls could have come tumbling down and neither of us would have noticed.

  “I love you so damn much,” I whispered when I was finally steady on my feet.

  “I love you too, Ethan.”

  Chapter 12

  Delilah

  I probably should have left good enough alone, but I just couldn’t leave things the way they were with my dad and Ethan. I waited until after Ethan had left for his office, since he had a couple meetings he said he couldn’t miss, and I got dressed to go out. Ethan had left me a set of car keys, so I grabbed them and went out to the SUV they belonged to. Then I headed to my dad’s office. I was hoping that the element of surprise would be enough to get him to really listen to me.

  Getting in to see him wasn’t as easy as I had expected it to be, though. The receptionist’s job description must have included the term “guard dog.”

  “I’m sorry,”—except she didn’t sound even the tiniest bit apologetic—“but without an appointment, there really isn’t any way you’ll be able to get in to see Mr. Wentworth today.”

  “You don’t understand,” I breathed out heavily. “He’ll definitely want to see me.”

  “It’s okay, Sandy,” an unfamiliar masculine voice said from behind me. “I’ll handle this.”

  I turned to find a short, portly man standing there. He had a receding hair line, and a shifty look in his eyes that were in contrast to the expensive suit he was wearing. He offered me an insincere smile and lifted his hand to wrap it around my elbow.

  “Miss Brooks, is it?”

  “Yes,” I replied warily.

  “Thanks for coming in. You saved me a phone call and a trip out to see you.”

  “Um, okay.”

  “If you’ll follow me this way.”

  He didn’t really give me a choice, not without causing a disturbance, so I allowed him to lead me into a corner office down a long hallway. After he settled me into a chair, he walked around his desk and plopped down into his own seat. While his back was turned I sent off a quick text to Ethan, letting him know where I was since there was something about this man that made me uncomfortable.

  “I’m Marcus Chesterton, Samuel’s lawyer.”

  “It’s nice to meet you,” I whispered, in an attempt to be polite since it most definitely wasn’t nice. My dad apparently had a slimy lawyer on staff. How wonderful.

  “I wish I could say this was going to be a friendly conversation,” he sighed. “But what I have to tell you isn’t going to be pleasant.”

  What the heck? I didn’t appreciate his patronizing tone, and I had literally no idea how he could have something unpleasant to discuss with me. “Pardon me?”

  He yanked open the top drawer of his desk, pulled out a sheaf of papers, and laid them down in front of me. “This is your father’s will. If you’ll read through it, you’ll notice that there’s no mention of you anywhere in it. Lola, as his fiancée and eventually his wife, is his sole beneficiary.”

  I shoved the papers back towards him. “Not that the money matters to me, but he didn’t even lay eyes on me until four days ago. It’s not as though he’s had the time to think about changing his will.”

  “I can understand why you’d like to look at it that way,” he conceded. “But he’s known about you since your mom turned up pregnant. Yet, in all these years, he’s never made any arrangements for you in the case of his death.”

  “He didn’t?” I wasn’t willing to admit it to this man, but that part hurt. A lot.

  “I’ve drawn up each and every one of his wills, and there has never been mention of his possible offspring in any version. Samuel’s worth millions of dollars, and I’ve done an excellent job making sure you would never be able to lay claim to a penny of it . . . at his repeated request. I’ve tried to talk him out of it time and time again, but he wasn’t willing to listen to reason.”

  “No,” I cried, shaking my head. “It isn’t possible.”

  I wasn’t upset about the money. I couldn’t care less about that. But I felt sick knowing the extent to which my father had gone to cut me out of his will. I’d convinced myself that my mom must have been mistaken somehow, that my father would never have done what she’d accused him of. But this new information made me question my decision to let him into my life.

  “Look, Ms. Brooks. I’ve known Samuel his entire life. He’s never wanted children. It doesn’t make him a bad man, he’s just not the f
atherly type. You’ll do much better on your own, out of this town, and away from his influence.”

  “I can’t leave town. This is where Ethan lives. He has a business here. We can’t just pack up and go.”

  “Ethan?” he parroted with a stunned expression on his face. “Ethan Parker?”

  “Yes.” I held up my left hand and turned it so he could see the ring. “We’re engaged to be married. Surely you can see why what you’re suggesting is impossible.”

  “It’s even worse than I thought, you poor girl.” He heaved a deep breath, stood, and walked around to my side of the desk. “Ethan is Samuel’s best friend, and quite protective of him. He’d do just about anything for him—including taking care of the potential issue of the long-lost daughter who suddenly turned up.”

  “What? No!” I shouted, jumping out of my seat. I shoved Marcus in my attempt to get around him. I almost made it to the door, too, until he grabbed my arm and yanked me around.

  “Where do you think you’re going? We aren’t done!”

  “Out of here,” I cried. “You’re a lunatic if you think I’m going to believe a word you’ve told me. I might have fallen for it for a minute, but only because I haven’t had the chance to get to know my father well enough yet.”

  “It won’t matter how well you get to know him. Facts are facts.”

  “Yeah, and the fact is that Ethan loves me. He’s going to marry me. And he’s going to be an amazing dad to our baby.” My free hand dropped protectively over my belly. “If you’d kept Ethan out of it, I might have believed you about my father. But there’s nothing you can do or say that will convince me that Ethan is a bad guy.”

  “It’s like déjà vu all over again,” he growled. “You and your mother. You’re two of a kind.”

  “My mother?” I gasped.

  “Bonnie?” my father asked from behind me.

  I swiveled around and found him standing in the doorway. I tugged on my arm, trying to get the lawyer to let me go.

  “You’re the reason Bonnie disappeared all those years ago?” His eyes darted between us and lit with rage. “And you’re trying to do it again, but with my daughter this time?”

  Marcus sputtered, and I used his distraction to pull away from him, taking a couple steps backwards. It was good timing since Ethan barged in right behind my father. He took one look at my tear-streaked face and charged towards Marcus. “Nobody makes Lilah cry and gets away with it!” he roared, punching him square in the jaw.

  Marcus fell to the floor, knocked unconscious. I rushed towards Ethan and threw myself into his arms. They wrapped around me tightly, and I felt safe once more.

  “Marcus was behind it all,” my father rumbled. “Scared Bonnie off, convinced her I was going to try to take Lilah away from her.”

  “Fuck, Samuel. I’m so sorry.” Ethan turned me in his arms so we were both facing my dad. “But we’ll make sure he pays for what he’s done.”

  “It wasn’t illegal, so he won’t go to jail like he should. But I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he loses everything that matters to him.” My dad paused and shifted his gaze to me. “Just like he tried to do to me again, by scaring you off, the same way he did your mom. He would have succeeded, too, if it weren’t for your complete faith in Ethan’s love for you.”

  Ethan gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed the top of my head.

  “I only wish your mom’s faith in me had been as strong, but I didn’t manage to give her the same confidence in our relationship that Ethan has done with you,” my dad sighed, flashing me a smile before looking Ethan in the eyes. “You’re a good man. My best friend. A better man than me. You’ve proven it time and time again, but it’s something I forgot in my anger.”

  “It’s okay, Samuel.”

  “No, it’s not, Ethan,” my dad disagreed. “I didn’t react to the news of you and Lilah well, and for that I owe you an apology. You were right. She’s not the little girl I missed growing up. She’s a woman who makes me so damn proud. A woman in love with my best friend, and I’m damn lucky for it because I know you’ll treasure her the way she deserves.”

  Epilogue

  Ethan

  “I’m pregnant.”

  I stared at Lola in shock as she gripped Samuel’s hand tightly in her both of hers. Her cheeks were bright pink and she ducked her head before whispering, “I didn’t think I could—um, so we didn’t—” she broke off, burying her red face in Samuel’s shoulder.

  My best friend, on the other hand, was puffed up like a peacock and grinning smugly. We had just finished dinner, barbecuing on the back patio Lilah had recently re-decorated when they’d asked us to sit so they could share some news.

  I bit my lip to keep from snickering, but Lilah started giggling, leaning into my side as she began to shake. “I didn’t think we needed to have the protection talk with you two. Aren’t you old enough to know better?” The last word was snorted out as she threw her head back and laughed hysterically. Her large, round belly bounced with the force of her laughter and I frowned, placing my hand on the hard surface.

  “Calm down, Lilah. You’ll put yourself in labor.”

  “Good,” she chuckled with a roll of her eyes. “I’m a week late, Ethan. It’s about time your son made an appearance, don’t you think?”

  “You’re okay with this?” Lola asked hopefully, prompting Lilah to raise her eyebrows in surprise.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Well, you haven’t had much time with Sam and I don’t want you to think this baby will replace you or anything.”

  With a groan, Lilah pushed off of the love seat we’d been cuddled on and staggered to her feet. I jumped up to help her, then kept my arm around her waist to keep her steady. She waddled over to Lola and held out her arms. “I couldn’t be more thrilled for you guys, as long as you’re happy.” Lola stood and fell into Lilah’s arms, crying happily.

  “I counted myself the luckiest woman in the world to have you for a daughter, Lilah,” she sobbed. “Now, I get another one. I’m terrified and excited, all at the same time. I’m too old to have a baby! “

  Lilah hugged her as best she could around her large stomach. “Oh hush,” she told her with a beautiful smile. “You’re only forty-two for Pete’s sake! Besides, I’m scared and excited too, Lola. At least we’ll be doing it together. This is—Oh!” Lilah yelped and stumbled backwards in to me, grabbing onto her belly. “Shit! This hurts!”

  It was the first time I had ever heard Lilah swear, and I wanted to laugh at how cute she was. Except, it hit me that if my woman was cussing, she had to be in labor.

  “Oh, fuck! Ethan! I’m going to kill you!”

  ***

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of my wife as she fed our eight-week-old son. They were both gorgeous. Rush turned out to be a fitting name for our boy, since he came screaming into the world after only four hours of labor. However, it had been too fast for Lilah to get an epidural and I learned that my wife, for all she seemed so pure and innocent, had the swearing repertoire of a sailor.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket and I stepped out of the nursery to answer. After speaking with the other person for a few minutes, I was grinning when I pressed the end button.

  After Samuel had fired Marcus and had him escorted from the building, I’d made a call and my team had gotten to work. It had been easy to spread the word, making him a virtual pariah in the business world, but that wasn’t enough for me. It took some time, but an associate of mine had finally found evidence of fraud. He’d just called to tell me that charges had been filed and Marcus arrested.

  Now, I could put it behind me and focus on my family. I padded back into Rush’s bedroom just as Lilah was laying him down in his crib. Her pretty little ass was in the air as she bent over, and my mouth started to water. It felt like it had been weeks since I’d really sunk my dick into her sweet pussy. Quickies and silent fucking while trying not to wake the baby weren’t cutting it anymore. I’d finally convinced Lilah
to move Rush to the nursery, and I was going to take advantage of it before she batted her eyelashes at me and I let her change my mind.

  Lilah stood up and turned around, a soft smile on her face. I held out my hand and when she took it, I pulled her into my arms. “My turn, baby girl,” I growled. “I can’t let Rush have all the fun with your tits.” My lips found hers as I swept her up into my arms and stalked down the hall to our bedroom.

  I set her on her feet at the end of the bed and slowly removed her robe. She was wearing sexy little red panties underneath it, and I kissed every inch of her skin as I helped her out of them. After she was naked, I lifted her onto the bed, then got rid of my own clothes.

  Lilah’s heated eyes were glued to my erection standing hard and long against my belly. It grew even more under her stare, and I groaned at the mixed pain and pleasure. I quickly checked the monitor and then climbed onto the bed.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lilah,” I murmured reverently as I looked over her. She moved to cover her tummy, still deliciously soft from carrying our baby. Grabbing her hands, I set them above her head. “Don’t. I love your body, baby girl. Every inch.” Leaning down, I kissed her stomach. “I miss seeing you pregnant.”

  “Swollen, bloated, and as big as a house?” she scoffed.

  I grinned. “Yep.”

  Lilah rolled her eyes and wiggled, trying to get out of my grasp. I held tight and moved fully over her, lowering until we were skin to skin. “Ethan,” she moaned, and I almost came right then.

  I let go of her hands to cup her full tits. Milk pebbled on her nipples and I licked each one clean. Lilah whimpered and her pelvis bucked up. “I love that your tits are so sensitive.” I sucked on one, then the other. “Fucking delicious.”