Daddy Next Door - The Complete Series Box Set (A Single Dad Navy SEAL Romance)

by Claire Adams

  Johnny buried his face against me, nuzzling my soaking wet folds, his tongue sliding along my inner labia and then pushing inside of me hungrily. I moaned out, my head tilting back against the wall, my hands reaching out blindly and tangling in his hair. “Yes, yes, Johnny — God, yes, I missed you,” I cried out as he sucked and licked, devouring me as if he was starving. His tongue teased me, barely avoiding my clit and then slipping down to lap up my fluids before shifting upward again. He swirled the tip around my pleasure center and I cried out, my hands tightening in his hair and my hips moving to get better contact. I writhed and twisted against the wall, pushing down as Johnny began to flick his tongue against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body.

  He teased me relentlessly, bringing me to the edge and then retreating to suck and lap at my fluids. He pulled as much of my pussy into his mouth as possible, and I found myself getting more and more turned on, closer and closer to orgasm, with every moment that he worshipped me. His hands gripped my hips, held me perfectly spread, and I felt my knees going weak as he moaned against my skin, sending little vibrations against my clit. It was so good—I tried to remember a time in my life when anyone had given me so much pleasure and I couldn’t. When I was certain that I couldn’t take any more, Johnny sucked my clit between his lips and flickered his tongue against the bead of nerves until I tumbled over the edge, crying out helplessly in the grips of the orgasm that raged through me.

  He didn’t let up, and I felt myself gushing onto his face, onto his lips and chin as I squirmed and writhed, wave after wave of pleasure washing through every nerve in my body. Johnny slowed gradually, lapping up my fluids as I sagged against the wall, trying to find my balance with legs that felt as if they were made of jelly.

  Before I could even fully recover, I felt Johnny’s body pressed against mine, and I gasped as he lifted me up easily, holding me pinned against the wall. His hard cock rubbed against my soaking wet folds and in spite of the orgasm I’d already had, I was turned on all over again as he kissed me everywhere, tasting like my fluids, but somehow it was incredibly sexy to taste myself on him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders as if I was clinging to life. Johnny rocked his hips against mine, teasing me until the very last vestiges of my orgasm fled in the face of new arousal. “Are you ready, baby?” Johnny asked, kissing the pulse point directly under my ear.

  “Mm, yes — yes, please.” I pushed my hips down against Johnny’s and I felt his fingers brush me as he lined himself up against my slit. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as Johnny thrust into me hard and fast, filling me up in one quick movement. I tightened my legs around his waist, pushing down to meet him. It felt so good. It felt just exactly right, in a way I couldn’t even have explained if I had been able to form words. Johnny and I fell into a hot and heavy pace, the steam from the shower wrapping around us both. I kissed him everywhere my lips could reach, meeting his thrusts with my hips. The friction built up between us, and I couldn’t tell whether our bodies were becoming more and more slick from the shower, from our sweat, or from something else; all I knew was that Johnny was thrusting into me deeper and deeper, that every movement rubbed against my clit, sending electrical sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerves.

  Johnny buried his face against my breasts, nuzzling and kissing, and I knew that neither of us was going to be able to hold back much longer. We touched and kissed, we moved together as one in a tidal rhythm that I couldn’t have found my way out of if I had wanted to. In a matter of moments, it seemed, I was crying out again, grabbing at Johnny’s slippery body, my muscles clenching and flexing in spasms as I hit my second orgasm. Johnny moaned against my skin and I felt his cock twitching inside of me. I felt the hot, slick rush of him gushing deep inside of me, and we kept moving until neither of us was able to move any longer. He barely kept his arms around me as we both sank down onto the shower floor, absolutely spent, and I thought, my mind hazed over with pleasure, that it was the best sex I had ever had in my entire life; I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than what had just happened between us.

  Chapter Six

  Somehow, Johnny and I managed to finally finish up in the shower, and he joked that I had saved him a lot of trouble; he was going to be late to the bus and possibly have to figure out his own way home, but since I was there, I could be his ride. “What put it in your head to come and see the game?” he asked me playfully as we walked out to my car. The parking lot was absolutely deserted.. It almost felt chilly against my wet hair, and I shivered, remembering the reason I had come. My stomach started to churn, my heart to beat faster inside of me.

  “I had to see you,” I said, giving him the best smile I could muster. I unlocked the car, and Johnny joked that it wasn’t much for a rich girl like me to be driving. “I’d have thought you’d be rolling in, like, a Benz or something.” I laughed, for a moment ceasing to think about the terrible facts that had forced me to come so far to talk to him.

  “My dad said that if I graduate college Summa Cum Laude, he would buy me a Benz then, but this car was brand new when he got it for me and chock full of safety features. Way more appropriate for a first-time driver.”

  I pulled onto the road and found the Interstate once more and everything started to crowd in on me again. I knew I had to go through with it; I just couldn’t pretend like everything was okay. I had to actually talk to Johnny about the situation. Even if he had been sweet and loving to me, even if he had given me several of the best orgasms of my life, I couldn’t just ignore the questions hanging over my head. I turned the volume down on the music and tried to think of the best way to approach the topic. I realized that there was no really good way to ask the questions I had on my mind.

  “Johnny,” I said slowly. “I need to talk to you about something.” Johnny smiled at me from the passenger seat, reaching out to take my hand.

  “Anything, babe. I’m all ears.” That made it so much harder for me to even begin. I swallowed the lump I could feel forming in my throat.

  “What…what really happened to Claire?” my heart was beating faster and faster. “I know there was, I mean…” I couldn’t finish the sentence; I couldn’t tell him what my mom had said. Johnny’s hand fell away from mine, and I glanced over to see that the smile on his face was gone, as well.

  “It’s not something you want to hear. It’s…it’s really bad, and it still hurts,” he said. I swallowed again, biting my bottom lip. I couldn’t just let it go.

  “I’ve been hearing a lot of different things,” I said slowly. “I don’t — I want to hear about it from you. I trust you. I’ll know what to think if you can just tell me.” I glanced at him again and for a long, silent moment, I thought that he was going to absolutely refuse to tell me anything.

  Finally, Johnny sighed. He looked at his hands and shook his head. “Claire was…” he closed his eyes and then opened them again. “She was unstable. Emotionally, I mean. She was so quiet and sweet when I first met her, the most beautiful girl… so smart, and even though she was quiet, she was funny.” Johnny smiled slightly.

  “What happened?” I asked. Johnny sighed again.

  “She…would have these times when nothing would make her happy. Not in a mean way, she didn’t fight or anything, she just…would be crying for hours. Or she’d think that she was going to fail all of her classes and have to drop out, even though she was an A student. Or she would accuse me of being with her out of pity instead of love.” I nodded. “I don’t know what it was; there was just something…broken, inside of her, you know? Then other times she’d be fine and everything would be great. But I couldn’t keep us both afloat. I couldn’t drop everything to be there when she needed me to be.”

  “That must have been really difficult for you,” I said, feeling my eyes starting to sting. I saw Johnny nodding in my peripheral vision.

  “I hated it, but I eventually broke up with her because I could tell I wasn’t — I couldn’t fix what wa
s wrong, you know?” I nodded again.

  “What happened after that?” Johnny closed his eyes again and was silent for a long moment.

  “She changed completely,” he said quietly. “She’d had crazy periods before, but they were always depressed, you know? After we broke up, she started just…going out when she shouldn’t, getting drunk, and flirting with people in front of me, trying to get a rise out of me.” Johnny went silent for another long moment, and I glanced over to see him take a deep breath. “One night, there was this party. I went; I didn’t think she was going to be there — there were a couple of other parties going on that night.”

  I gripped the steering wheel tighter. I knew this was the important, but the worst part of the story. I had to listen. I had to find out if I could trust what he was saying to me. “Okay,” I said, keeping my voice as neutral as possible.

  “She was drinking and hanging all over my friends. I’d had a little bit, but not very much. But Claire…she was just downing drinks left and right, not even asking what they were.” I shuddered; it would only be too easy to drug someone acting that way. I couldn’t blame Claire. I couldn’t even imagine what kind of deep troubles she was going through, and to lose the man she loved, the one she’d lost her virginity to — she had probably thought that they’d be together forever. “I ended up leaving,” Johnny said, and I heard him sniff. “I hate…I can’t stand myself for doing that.” He brought his fist down onto the console and I jumped, startled. He took a deep breath. “But I didn’t want to encourage her. I thought if I left, maybe she’d calm down and one of her friends would take her home, something like that.” Johnny shook his head. “I went out with some of my friends for pizza.”

  I took a deep breath. “And then?” Once more, Johnny was quiet for a long moment and I looked over at him. I could see his face contorted in such deep sadness, such anger, frustration, and despair that I nearly told him to forget about it, that I’d heard that part of the story already. But I had to hear it from him.

  “While I was with some of my other friends, I got a text. One of the guys who’d stayed behind at the party.” Johnny made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a growl and a groan, something so intensely painful it was animalistic. “It was a picture of Claire, naked, passed out on the floor somewhere.” I heard him take a deep breath and looked over at him again; I was having trouble paying attention to the road. I had to hear this through to the end. “I got back to the party as fast as I could, but of course, it…” he sighed. He brought his fist down on the console again. “One of those assholes came up to me and congratulated me on loosening her up. He said she was easier than a blow-up doll.” Johnny made the half-growling, groaning noise again, and then I heard him sniffle. “One of the other guys, he said something about her being…fuck. About Claire being just as easy from behind as she was in the front. Someone said something about her having no gag reflex.” He sniffled again, and I heard his breath hitch. “I punched one of them — I can’t even remember who, anymore. I found Claire. She was still passed out, but she must have been awake at some point — her face, it was covered in tears.”

  “Oh, God…Johnny.” I could only imagine. It was something out of a nightmare, something every girl was warned about. Don’t drink anything a guy gives you…don’t leave your drink unattended… Johnny was silent again for a few minutes.

  “I carried her home. I wasn’t sure…I didn’t know exactly what happened.” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “I told her mother what I could, but I was so scared.”

  I felt as if I had poured salt into someone’s open wound, as if I was pressing broken shards of glass into his skin. “What happened after that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

  “She…” Johnny shook his head. “She didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. She went missing from school; the guys…those…they kept circulating the picture, talking about what a great lay she’d been.” Johnny made the stomach-deep, groaning sound again. “She just couldn’t take it. I don’t blame her. Not for a second. The things they were saying about her…” he shook his head. “She eventually ended up just…I think they found her a few hours after.” I saw him curl in on himself. Johnny’s voice went quiet, deadly-flat. “They found her journal and the clothes she’d been wearing that night. In the journal…God, so many of those — those fucking assholes. They’d raped her. She wrote it all down. The police found something like five different guys’ DNA on her clothes.”

  “Jesus,” I said, barely able to keep my hands on the wheel. Johnny took a deep breath again.

  “I went in to talk to the police; they didn’t know for sure how many people had been involved. They didn’t have enough proof.” He laughed bitterly. “As if DNA, as if a girl writing down everything she remembered — every person who’d…” he took another breath. “I testified against them all. Everything they’d said — the picture I’d gotten, all of it. They’re all exactly where they belong, and I hope they’re just as hurt and scared and shamed as they made her feel — every day. I hope they’re getting it over and over again.” I heard his breath hitching again and heard him starting to sob.

  “I’m so sorry, Johnny,” I said, feeling my heart aching in my chest. There was no way he could fake something like this. It had to be the real story.

  The tears were streaming down his face. “If I hadn’t left... No wonder everyone blames me. I even blame me. I should have been there — I should have been able to do something. I had to leave. I couldn’t go to school there, I couldn’t take it.” He started to shake.

  “Is that why you don’t drink?” Johnny nodded quietly.

  “I have to be alert. I have to make sure that never happens to anyone — no one. That’s…” he shook his head. “I can’t let that happen to anyone. I have to be alert.” I heard the deep, soul-sadness in his voice. I looked around; we were on the middle of the highway, but I couldn’t just leave him the way he was. I pulled over onto the shoulder and parked the car, leaning across the divider to hug Johnny tightly. He sobbed, holding me as if he had to cling to something for life itself.

  “I’m so sorry I made you tell me all this,” I said, hugging him and stroking his head. “I’m so — thank you, for being willing to tell me.” I kissed him on the forehead, on the lips. “I love you so much, Johnny. I hate the pain you’ve been through.” We held each other in the darkness, and I barely even noticed the few cars that rushed past us. I felt Johnny’s sobs starting to ease, and he pulled my face up to kiss me on the lips. I didn’t even realize that I had been crying, too, until he reached up to wipe my face.

  “I will never let you down, Becky,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips once more. “Never. You are always — always — safe with me.”

  Chapter Seven

  The next day, I got through my classes, but I kept thinking about everything that Johnny had told me. We had gotten home late the night before, and he had told me he was too tired to do more than just kiss me goodnight. I had to admit that I was more than a little emotionally exhausted myself, though it would have been nice to be able to get into bed with him for nothing more than the sake of cuddling. I watched him head off towards the frat row and dragged myself up to my dorm room where I had the best night of sleep I’d achieved in weeks.

  The more I thought about it, the angrier I was with my mom. She had hired a private investigator because she’d had some weird suspicion about my boyfriend, who had been nothing but polite and pleasant to her. And the PI hadn’t even managed to get the full story. I knew I would have to talk to her, even though I didn’t want to dredge up any of the sordid details of what I had heard the night before. But I owed it to Johnny; I couldn’t just let my parents go on thinking that I was dating some rapist who got off, when I knew the truth. If he had been willing to tell me about it, I had to make sure that they understood the whole situation — before they got it into their heads to do something stupid like say something to Johnny that would only hurt him more.

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sp; I went up to my room as soon as classes were done and took my phone out. My hands were shaking from anger and frustration at my parents, from the sadness and horror of what Johnny had told me the night before. I gritted my teeth, found my mom’s number, and hit the call icon. I nearly lost my nerve; it was so difficult to even make myself think about what Johnny had been through, the fact that he couldn’t seem to get out from underneath such a huge tragedy.

  “Becky! Are you okay? You haven’t been alone with that boy, have you?” My anger flared up.

  “I have, actually. And I will be alone with him whenever I feel like it.”

  “Didn’t you pay any attention to what I told you yesterday? He’s — he’s a monster!”

  “No, Mom, he isn’t.” I took a deep breath. “For your information, I went to the source. I asked Johnny exactly what happened, and he told me in details that can’t be a lie. He was not one of the people who raped Claire; he had left the party long before, and he is still beating himself up for not being there to save her.”

  “But, sweetie, that’s exactly the sort of thing…”

  “Listen to me, Mother,” I said firmly. “The man I spoke to last night is still absolutely torn up about what happened to a girl he loved. He had no part in hurting her — he even testified against his own friends because he knew that they were involved.” I paused for a moment to try and let it sink in. “He did everything he possibly could to try and help her, to save her, and he still blames himself.”

  “Sweetie-”

  “No, Mom,” I said. “I don’t even want to hear it. What you and Dad did was incredibly shitty. Who the hell hires a private investigator to look into their daughter’s boyfriend? I’m not a child. I’m not an idiot.” I heard my voice rising in volume and took a deep breath to calm myself. “I have absolute trust in Johnny because he has shown me he’s a good person. If you were going to hire someone to investigate him, you should have at least paid someone who knows what he’s doing. Obviously this guy you put on the case can’t even get his facts straight!”