Daddy Wanted

by Wylde, Tara

  Chapter Ninety-Seven

  2 3. CHANCE

  She probes my mouth with hers again as I lean over her on the bed. Still cherry, after all these years .

  God, I can’t believe I almost told her about that night with Sully. I came this close to giving away the secret I’ve been working so fucking hard to keep from her .

  Sure, says my conscience. Like this is hard work .

  The bed is three times as wide as the old cot in the rec center storeroom, but my body still knows what to do with Sara’s. I reach under her and wrap her in my arms, lowering myself onto the mattress next to her. She responds by lifting her leg on top of mine and pressing in even closer .

  So many nights we spent like this in those days. But we were kids back then .

  Tonight we’re both grown-ups. And I want to act like the adults we are .

  “Sara,” I groan as her lips move off mine and find their way down to the nape of my neck. Her tongue feels like a hot poker against my skin .

  I brazenly reach for the zipper of her dress and unzip her. Her reaction is to wriggle out of the shoulder straps and pull herself free, giving me full view of her lacy black bra and a tease of the luscious breasts concealed inside .

  My mouth closes on the swell of her cleavage as my tongue explores the delicate, salty skin there. This is as far as we ever went back in the day. And I don’t want to stop here .

  Sara must feel the same way, because the next thing I know her right hand is behind her back and suddenly the bra snaps open on her chest. I pull it off eagerly, until I’m staring at her full, naked breasts .

  “Touch me,” she whispers in my ear as her crotch grinds into my thigh. “I want to feel your hands all over me .”

  I can barely hold back. My hands reach down and massage her breasts, felling the hot, hard nipples against my palms. My hard cock is pressing desperately against my zipper, struggling to break free from its restraints like a hungry tiger on a chain .

  Sara responds to me with abandon, pulling her dress all the way off until her panties are grinding against the fabric of my slacks. This is the moment I fantasized about so many times as a teenager, lying awake at night in my cot and masturbating myself to sleep with thoughts of her .

  Her hands start tugging at my belt. As she frees it, she yanks down the zipper and pulls my pants down, past my erection, until they puddle onto the floor beside the bed .

  “God, Chance,” she hisses in my ear as she frees my cock from my boxers and grips it. “I waited so fucking long for this …”

  “It’s all yours,” I say before sliding my tongue down to her nipple. The heat and pressure of her crotch against my leg increases, and I feel a hint of moisture in the fabric of her panties .

  A moment later and I’ve managed to kick my shorts to the floor. I’m fully naked beside her for the first time in my life. All the other women I’ve ever slept with suddenly disappear from my memory; it’s as if I’m lying with a woman for the first time .

  Sara’s boldness is turning me on even more as she sits up and pushes me onto my back, hands against my shoulders. As I lie down, she straddles me and lowers herself so that her crotch is pressing against the underside of my steel-hard shaft .

  The heat against my sensitive skin almost makes me come instantly. I breathe deeply, trying to think of baseball .

  Who am I kidding? There is a goddess on top of me, her breasts staring me in the face as she grinds her pussy on my cock. How am I supposed to think of anything but her ?

  My hands close around her breasts and massage gently. My fingers roll around the nipples, each light pinch resulting in another grind against me. Sara’s eyes are closed, her breath ragged .

  “So long,” she sighs. “Finally .”

  That’s when the inevitable starts to begin, and suddenly I’m doing everything I can to keep from coming .

  Chapter Ninety-Eight

  2 4. SARA

  God, this feels soooo incredible .

  I’m on fire down there as I feel Chance’s shaft between my legs for the first time. It’s so much better than I imagined it would be – the connection, the look of pleasure on his face, the delicious ache of desire all through me .

  I take his hands in mine as they gently squeeze my breasts. As soon as I do, he pulls me down to him and engulfs my mouth with his again. His cock jerks and flexes against my lower lips through the thin satin of my panties while his hands slide down and under the fabric to grab my ass .

  What have I been missing all this time? Why have I waited so long for this ?

  “Chance,” I moan. “I want you so much …”

  My hips are moving with a mind of their own now, grinding my wet crotch harder against his shaft. Beneath me I can feel his body start to tremble as he lets go of my ass and grabs my arms .

  “Oh, Sara,” he grunts. “I can’t… I can’t hold back …”

  It feels so right… so right …

  I gasp at the sudden hot wetness against my panties and lower belly. My eyes snap open and see Chance’s twisted face and the droplets running down his abdomen .

  And suddenly I’m hit with a wave of vertigo that threatens to drown me .

  You touched his thing, Sara. Smack. I told you what would happen if you touched his thing. Smack.And now look what’s happened.It’s spurted its devil seed all over you . Smack. Pray with me, Sara. Beg the Lord for His forgiveness . Smack .

  The voice of my mother in my head is like a ghost in the room with us, and I can feel the sharp agony of each lash of the belt against my thighs as if it’s happening again right now .

  “Sara?” Chance whispers, alarmed. “Sara, I’m sorry. Are you all right ?”

  I can feel myself trembling but I’m powerless to stop it. Everything was so good, but now I feel like I’m going to vomit .

  Damn you, Mom. Even dead, you still torture me .

  I swallow hard and manage to open my eyes .

  “I’m fine,” I lie. “This was just… unexpected .”

  “Yeah,” he pants. “For me too. Do you... do you want to …?”

  “I think I should go,” I say, climbing off him .

  Suddenly the feeling of being naked in front of him is mortifying, when just a few moments ago it felt like the ultimate freedom. God, I’m so fucked up !

  I wriggle into my bra and gather up my dress, trying not to seem frantic. Chance pulls on his shorts and zips me up without being asked .

  “I really am sorry,” I say. “Tonight was …”

  “Yeah,” he says. “It was .”

  “But it’s just not …”

  “Not the right time,” he says. “I get it. It’s okay .”

  I kick into my shoes and grab my purse from the nightstand .

  “Let me call my driver to take you home,” he says .

  “It’s fine, I’ll just catch a cab. There should be plenty on North Wayne at this time of night .”

  He throws on a robe as I speed-walk to the bedroom door .

  “At least let me see you out,” he says, ever the gentleman .

  We walk downstairs in silence. As we reach the front door, he takes my arm and pulls me close .

  “I hope you don’t regret tonight, Sara. I don’t .”

  The demons in my mind are chanting unspeakable things to me about touching his thing , but I manage to wrestle them back long enough to speak .

  “I don’t regret it,” I say, laying a hand on his cheek. “I’m just a little… confused. Can you understand that ?”

  “Of course .”

  “Can we take it slow ?”

  Chance takes my hand from his cheek and kisses it .

  “Absolutely.”

  I flash a smile that I hope doesn’t look as strained as it feels and say good night. He stands in the doorway and watches until I flag down a cab and ride away into the night .

  I’m not even a block from Chance’s house before my phone starts to warble in my purse. I pull it out, expecting Chance’s number to
show up on the screen. I don’t know what I’ll say to him .

  But it’s not him. It’s Quentin Pearce .

  Shit.

  I briefly consider letting it go to voicemail before finally hitting the answer button. I can’t afford to screw things up any more than I may have already .

  “Quentin,” I say. “Kind of late, isn’t it ?”

  “Money never sleeps,” he quips. “Have you got an update for me yet ?”

  “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but so far, there’s nothing. Atlas is a paragon of virtue .”

  “I know that much,” he grumbles. “It’s Chance Talbot I need the dirt on .”

  “I haven’t found anyone who wouldn’t take a bullet for him so far. I’m beginning to think whatever rumors you’re hearing are just that – rumors .”

  “I didn’t hire you to chase a wild goose for a month, I hired you to find Talbot’s Achilles heel. If you can’t do that, maybe I need to cancel your contract right now and find someone who can .”

  I cringe. This whole situation is getting out of control, but without that money, Grace and I might not even be able to keep our doors open. I don’t have a choice here .

  “I’m getting closer,” I blurt. “I just need to find the right person to talk .”

  “You better,” he says. “Taking over Atlas isn’t enough here – I can buy the Sullivans’ shares, but as long as Talbot still has a significant amount of stock, I won’t be able to do what I need to do with the company. So get me results .”

  As usual, he indicates the conversation is over by hanging up .

  I sigh as I rest my head against the cab window and watch the downtown lights fly by. I thought life was confusing enough before I answered that first call from Pearce a few days ago. Now I realize that I didn’t even know the half of it .

  What the hell am I going to do now ?

  Chapter Ninety-Nine

  2 5. CHANCE

  “I don’t know how your plan’s been going, but it doesn’t seem to be having an effect on Sara’s investigation,” says Tre. “She’s going about her business the same way she has since this whole thing started .”

  She’s kept our conversations almost completely professional the last couple days, too, but I’m not going to give Tre the satisfaction of knowing that .

  “I’m telling you,” I say. “Things went really well the other night. We reconnected .”

  He holds up a hand. “Spare me the details, if you don’t mind .”

  “I don’t kiss and tell .”

  “See, just saying that is telling .”

  I grin. “Okay, I’ll leave it at this: we were acting like when we were kids again .”

  Tre fixes me with a lecturing look. “Under other circumstances, I’d be over the moon about you guys getting back together. I can’t think of anybody who deserves happiness as much as you two. But doing it this way… I just don’t know, man .”

  A knock at my office door interrupts what I’m sure would have been my clever comeback .

  “Yeah,” I call out .

  Karen pokes her head in the door. “Sara’s here to see you, Chance .”

  “Speak of the devil,” I say with a smile. “Send her in .”

  Sara walks in looking perfect, as always. Today she’s in a sleek pants suit that shows off her legs and makes her look like a power executive. My cock gives a little throb under my own pants as I imagine having a special board meeting with her .

  “What can we do for you?” I ask .

  “I was just wondering if you two might be free tonight,” she says. “I promised Grace that I’d set up a get-together with all of us soon. She’s been dying to see you guys again .”

  Tre grins wide. “Absolutely,” he says. “I’d love to catch up with little Gracie .”

  “She’s not so little anymore,” Sara cautions. “She’s a grown-up now. Well, as much as Grace is ever going to be, anyway .”

  I chuckle. “I’d love to see her, too .”

  And if it gives me another opportunity to spend time with Sara, so much the better. I’m excited now – not just for catching up with Grace, but at the fact Sara isn’t walking on eggshells around me anymore. If she’s inviting us out, it means she’s not feeling weird about the other night .

  At least, that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself .

  “I’ve got another friend I’d like to bring along,” Sara says. “She’s my BFF, my therapist and my mixed martial arts instructor .”

  “Sounds intriguing,” says Tre. “The more the merrier. Where should we go ?”

  “Well, with you two moneybags buying, I suppose we could go anywhere in the city,” she grins. “But there’s an English pub near my apartment called the Toad & Turtle that we’re sort of regulars at. So if you guys don’t mind slumming it in Riverdale …”

  “We’ll be there,” I say a little too quickly. Way to play it cool, Chance .

  “Perfect,” she says. I’d like to think her smile is all for me .

  “What time?” Tre asks .

  “How about eight?” she asks. “And please bring your significant other, Tre .”

  “Oh, I’m single .”

  “Is that right?” Sara says, arching an eyebrow. “Grace and Kelsey will be very interested to hear that, I’m sure .”

  I can’t see it in his skin, but I’m a hundred percent positive Tre is blushing right now. For a guy with his looks and success, he’s always been oddly shy around girls .

  “We’ll be there,” I say. “We’ll start at your pub, but who knows where the night will take us? We’re young, single and rich .”

  Sara crosses her arms and sizes me up. “You sure you two can keep up with us? We’re semi-pros at this .”

  “Challenge accepted,” I say with a smug grin. “Last one standing has to get the other ones home safe .”

  Tre sighs. “You know that’s going to be me .”

  I drape an arm over his shoulders. “Yes, I do. Sorry, buddy .”

  “All right, then,” Sara says. “We’ll meet you there .”

  “I can’t wait,” I say, hoping she picks up on the lewd thoughts I’m trying to telepathically send to her .

  Chapter One Hundred

  2 6. SARA

  I sure hope this isn’t the stupidest idea I’ve ever had in my life .

  Luckily for me, I’ve set the “stupid idea” bar pretty high in my life, so chances are good that this isn’t the stupidest of them all. How comforting is that ?

  But it’s all I could think of to loosen up Chance’s tongue, or, barring that, maybe Tre’s. If I don’t have something to show Quentin soon, I could be in real trouble. If his behavior up to now is any indicator, I don’t want to deal with him if he gets any more annoyed than he already is .

  It doesn’t help that I’ve been waiting outside his office for over half an hour now. His receptionist started flashing me sympathetic smiles every ten minutes or so .

  “Just a conference call,” she whispers confidentially, as if he were there in the room with us or something. “Any minute now .”

  I swallow a sarcastic comment and smile back .

  The extra minutes give me some time to consider what I have planned. From my conversations with some of Chance’s fellow vets, I’ve gleaned that he and Sully were in Iraq right before they started the expansion phase of Atlas. Could there be a connection between that and the capital infusion ?

  It’s thin, but at least it’s something to tell Quentin .

  A few minutes later, I notice the receptionist is starting to look a little twitchy. Her eyes keep darting to the clock on the wall and then around the room .

  “Everything okay?” I ask .

  She gives me a pained smile. “Just need a break, if you known what I mean .”

  I shrug. “Go then. I’ll be fine here on my own .”

  “It’s just that Mr. Pearce doesn’t like me being away from my desk …”

  I struggle to keep from shaking my head.
He can be such a petty little man sometimes .

  “I won’t tell if you won’t,” I whisper .

  The relief on her face is obvious. “Thank you,” she says as she gets up and clutches her purse. “I really appreciate it .”

  She shuffles off stiff-legged down the hallway, making me wonder just what the hell is knocking at her door. I decide I don’t really want to know .

  A few moments after she leaves, I glance at my watch: I’ve been her forty-five minutes now. My patience wore out about five minutes ago .

  To hell with this. I’m going to open his door and sit down in his office. Maybe if he sees me he’ll finally wrap up this all-important fucking conference call .

  As I turn the handle and crack the door, I hear: “…tired of you constantly breathing down my neck. You’ll get the dirt on Talbot when you get it, and not before. Is that clear ?”

  My eyes widen as I see Quentin with his back to the door, pacing with a Bluetooth headset attached to his ear. I quickly and quietly retreat and close the door behind me before he can turn around and catch me .

  What was that about? Does someone else have a stake in the Atlas deal ?

  I glance down the hallway: no sign of the diarrhetic receptionist yet. My gut tells me to take advantage of the situation, so I reach into my purse and pull out my mobile. I call up an app that I got from a less-then reputable source and plug in my earbuds .

  The jagged little Bluetooth logo comes up with a list of devices to pair with. Using the app, I pair with the one named Pearce. How could such a smart investor be so dumb about basic communications security? I normally use this to eavesdrop on drug dealers and other folks with less-than-stellar intellects .

  “I’m not sure I like that tone,” says a man with a thick Long Island accent. “We’re partners, Pearcy. Partners don’t talk like that to each other .”

  “Then feel free to kiss my ass and walk away,” says Quentin. “And don’t call me Pearcy again if you know what’s good for you .”