“Drink Daddy?” I offered, holding up my own glass of OJ. “There’s OJ or water, I can get you some.”
The big man paused for a moment before setting foot in the living room.
“Shit, I forgot,” he barked with a harsh laugh. “You’re not even legal to drink, you’re still downing juice.”
I nodded, nonplussed. Of course, I was eighteen, not twenty-one, there were three years to go before I could consume alcohol. So I shrugged again.
“I can get you something else,” I offered again. “Dad, I mean my real dad,” I stuttered. Oh god, this was awkward. “Ray’s liquor cabinet is right there,” I said hastily, nodding to the headboard in a corner of the room. “He won’t mind if you help yourself.”
Shit this was so awkward because there was Dad and there was Daddy now. There was my real father, Ray, the man who raised me, and there was Daddy, my lover Rob. The only problem was that Ray and Rob were best friend’s, my dad was my daddy’s old buddy from college.
And sensing the opening, Mr. Parker helped himself to a grey goose before lowering that massive form onto the sofa across from me. Immediately I scrambled to his side, trying to get into his lap, but he held me away at arm’s length.
“No honey,” he growled, eyes blazing. “This isn’t the time. Go sit on the other side of the room for a moment, okay? Do Daddy a favor.”
And pouting, I did as told, flouncing back to the couch and plopping down unceremoniously. This sucked, I wanted to be with the huge male, to have him inside me, not drinking juice on opposite sides of the room like we were strangers.
“What is it?” I asked, my lip turned down in a frown. “What’s wrong Mr. Parker?”
And the big man heaved a sigh, looking out the window for a long moment.
“Baby, you have to understand,” he began slowly. “I’m your dad’s best friend. What we have goes way back,” he said.
I let out a huff again.
“So what? So you’re Ray’s best friend, what does that have to do with us?” I gestured, my hand moving between our bodies. “Why does it matter?”
And Rob let out another deep sigh, face set like stone.
“It makes all the difference,” he ground out. “Your dad and I, he trusts me. We’re like brothers, meeting more than twenty years ago,” he said with a wry smile. “How do you think he’d feel if he knew I was boning his one and only child? A little girl I’ve known since birth, that I’ve watched grow up year by year?”
But I shook my head furiously.
“He’d be fine with it,” I said. “Dad’s more open-minded than you think, in fact, I think he’d be more than fine. He’d be excited for us, his best friend and his daughter, two people that he knows so well getting together. It’s like if your two closest friends decided to date, wouldn’t you think it was a good match?”
Rob snorted then.
“Absolutely not, honey,” he ground out. “Just because two people are both friends of yours doesn’t mean that they should date at all. Especially if one is your daughter,” he said meaningfully.
But I wasn’t giving up.
“I don’t agree,” I said petulantly, crossing my arms across my chest. “I think Ray would be all for it, he’d want me to be with someone he knows and trusts.”
And Rob sighed again.
“That’s the key word, honey. Trust. Ray trusts me to be a gentleman with you, to treat you like the daughter I never had. He trusts me to be a good man around you, to handle you with kid gloves, to be a strong oak, a pillar of strength. And look at me,” he said disgustedly, gesturing at his pants. “I’m a fucking dog around you, I can’t control myself at all.”
My cheeks flared because sure enough, there was a growing bulge at his crotch again, the fabric lifting, almost tenting like magic. I was on my feet in an instant and across the room.
“Daddy, let me touch it,” I panted, eyes fixed on that hard length, small hand already reaching out. “Can I touch it?”
But Rob grabbed my wrist and held it away from his body.
“No, absolutely not,” he ground out. “This isn’t the right time, this isn’t the right place,” he said. “Baby, we need to talk for real and you’re not acting like an adult right now. So let’s sit down and focus okay? Focus, honey, focus.”
And that really got my goat, making me angry. I was a dean’s list student at school, and got A’s for crying out loud. Plus, I was a part-time cashier at the student bookstore too, juggling academics and a job, so his comments about me not being mature made my ears burn, hot tears suddenly stinging in my eyes. Sure, I hadn’t been acting so mature lately but I thought Mr. Parker liked it. So sitting back, I bit one out.
“Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Fine, I’m listening.”
And Rob shook his head again.
“Listen baby, I’m trying, I’m really trying. What I’m saying is that this isn’t gonna go down well with your parents. Ray and Linda see me as one of their peers. If they got wind that I was boning their little girl? Dating their little girl? They’d lose their shit, it’d be a five-alarm fire, they’d do everything in their power to break us up. And honey, I wouldn’t blame them. If an older man, one that’s twenty-five years older, started seeing my daughter I’d put that person in jail. I’d throw that motherfucker in the slammer so fast, pound his face in, cut off his dick so that he could never touch my baby girl again.”
And I nodded.
“I get it,” I said slowly. “I get it. But still, don’t you want to at least try? I mean, we could try at least with my parents, maybe bring it up to them soft.”
Rob snorted immediately.
“How sweetheart?” he asked skeptically. “How do you say, ‘Oh, by the way I’m boning your daughter,’ in a roundabout way? Honestly Mandy, I don’t even know how we got this far,” he ground out. “This was supposed to be a one-time fuck, an illicit one-time thing in the bedroom and now look at us,” he said, gesturing futilely, “We’re talking like this is gonna continue after we leave the cabin. And that’s what I need you to know baby. It’s not. This is over once we leave this place.”
My heart broke, crumpling then. I wanted to be with Rob, I wanted to know him as a woman, not just as a little girl. Yet here he was, setting clear boundaries, laying down the law. Because even if I wanted to know the big man, he didn’t want to know me. I was squarely in the “niece” box, maybe I’d escaped the confines for this weekend, but once my parents got here, it was all over. I was like a doll, I’d be put back into the toy chest, just cute little Mandy once more.
But what were my options realistically? What could I really do? You can’t make a man love you, you can’t make a man date you, you can only control your own actions. And so I nodded slowly, accepting my fate.
“I get it,” I said in a soft voice. “This weekend never happened. I get it.”
And Rob nodded again, taking another swig of bourbon, although his face was grim.
“That’s right honey, there’s nowhere for this to go,” he said, gesturing with his glass. “What, are you gonna leave school? Are you gonna drop out so you can live with me? Am I gonna desert my business and move up to your college campus, taking up with you in a dorm room? Hell no, there’s no future for us,” he ground out harshly, taking another sip of his drink.
And my heart broke again, plummeting to the bottom of the ocean this time. Because of course, he was right. I couldn’t drop out of college, I was a straight A student, that was sheer crazy talk. And Mr. Parker’s got his own business running a trade conglomerate, he could hardly just up and leave. Besides, living in a dorm room, the two of us? It was so crazy, so far-fetched that I choked on my sob.
“I know,” I cried softly. “I know.”
And Rob pulled me close then, softly kissing the top of my head.
“I’m sorry baby, I know this isn’t easy,” he rumbled, stroking my brown curls. “But it’s the way things are. There are too many differences between us, the age gap, my job, your school, not
to mention Ray and Linda. We’ve only discussed your dad, but think about Linda too. Your mom’s heart would be broken knowing that we were together, she’d absolutely lose it, knowing her baby was being taken by a much older man, a family friend she’s trusted for twenty years.”
And I cried harder then because of course Linda would hate it. Of course she’d think I was being corrupted, that her sweet daughter, naïve and untested, was being drawn to the dark side by an older, conniving man who only wanted me for my body. And that was the thing. Did Rob only want me for my body? Was he only interested in my pussy, what I could do to him, how I made him feel physically?
But there was no time to explore, it was a painful topic that definitely didn’t have a happy ending. So instead of prying, instead of making myself hurt more, I threw myself at him, desperately trying to rekindle the fire.
“Please Mr. Parker,” I breathed, half gasping, half sobbing. “Please make me yours once again, we don’t have much time,” I pleaded, raining kisses on his face, begging, pleading. We didn’t have much time left. “Please,” I uttered again, almost moaning with need.
And slowly, the alpha male put down his tumbler, taking a long look at my form. I was a mess, for sure. My eyes were red, tears stains on my face, brown curls a mess. But interestingly, he didn’t pull away. Instead a big hand reached up to push my hair behind my ears, tracing down the curve of my chin, down my neck, letting that big palm settle on a lush breast.
“You’re so beautiful in every way,” he murmured. “So beautiful Amanda, unbelievably gorgeous.”
And that only made me more desperate.
“Then let’s do it,” I begged. “Please take me, any way you want. Make me yours, I’m yours, please Mr. Parker, please,” I cried, almost incoherent.
But instead of hauling me right onto his dick, the big man cuddled me in his lap, holding me close.
“Baby, I don’t want a woman who’s crying while we make love,” he murmured into my hair. “I like my women happy and smiling, screaming for my dick, not screaming with sorrow. So take it easy, honey, take it easy.”
And I only cried harder then, burrowing my face into his shirt, staining it with my tears.
“But you don’t love me,” I wailed, my cries ringing out with an anguished sob. “You don’t love me.”
And Mr. Parker didn’t answer. Instead, he merely held me close, those strong arms so safe, so secure.
“Shhh, baby girl, shhh, relax,” he murmured again and again into my air, hands rubbing up and down my back like he was soothing an excited filly. “Shhh.”
And slowly, my sobs died down. The man didn’t love me, no, but he cared about me in some small way, some way that meant something to both of us. And so I sat silently for a while, occasionally hiccupping as he stroked my back, murmuring wordless sounds against my ear, like I really was a little girl coming off a hard cry.
“No worries baby,” he growled soothingly, breath warm against my ear. “Just relax, Daddy says relax.”
And despite the fact that I’d wanted him so badly, desperate for another taste, there had been so many emotions rushing through my brain that I was exhausted, the energy drained from my form, leaving me limp and tired.
“Ohhh,” I murmured, eyes closing drowsily, leaning against him, my face burrowed in the crook of his neck. “Mmmm.”
And Mr. Parker merely shushed me again.
“Sleep baby, take a nap,” he growled, still rubbing my back, soothing me like an overexcited child. And with another nod, another limp sigh, I gave in and let the grey haze overtake me. There were so many confusing emotions, currents running in opposite directions, cross-currents conflicting with already existing cross-currents. Yes, Mr. Parker was my dad’s oldest friend, but was that good or bad? On the one hand, it was great that he was a known entity, someone to be trusted. But that was the exact problem. My parents trusted him to be a gentleman with me, and the things we’d done were nothing close to gentlemanly.
But I wanted it, I wanted to be with the alpha male, to give myself over to his caresses, to float in a deep sea with Rob at my side. And so what if he was twenty years older? More years means more experience right? And experience makes for a balanced approach, a level outlook, and yet Rob argued that our age gap was surmountable, impossible to overcome. So I was absolutely confused and bewildered, exhausted like a mouse in a maze with nowhere to go, darting left and right, coming up against walls non-stop. The only thing I could do now was sleep … to let my mind drift and hope that when I woke something would be different.
CHAPTER TEN
Mandy
I started a bit, my foot kicking out from the blanket before I sat up with a jolt. Where was I? My brain felt fuzzy, limbs heavy and I shook my head, bewildered. What in the world? This bed was unfamiliar, the mattress hard and slippery, and the light from the window was coming in from the wrong direction.
Suddenly, it all came rushing back. Holy shit, I’d lost my virginity to Mr. Parker, the man I’d yearned after for years. We’d done it, we’d finally done it and it had been amazing in all ways, I’d absolutely loved it.
Except he had reservations, and not just small ones. The big man genuinely thought he was doing me a favor by limiting us to a weekend of the physical and I gasped, looking at the clock quickly. Holy shit, it was 8 p.m. already and my parents would be here the next morning. There wasn’t much time left … if he was still interested in me.
So grabbing a robe, I wound it around myself and tiptoed down the stairs. I didn’t look much, I could tell. My hair was messy from sleep, a crease from the pillow lining my face, eyes slightly swollen and puffy from the cry. But when I got to the kitchen, Mr. Parker was just putting the finishing touches on a steak.
“Hey baby,” he rumbled, turning to take me in, those blue eyes appreciative. “Hungry?”
And at those words, my stomach growled so loud that Rob heard, eliciting a chuckle.
“Guess you are. That’s good because I made two steaks honey, here, sit down and eat.”
And slowly, I slid onto the stool at the kitchen counter. The plate he pushed my way looked and smelled appetizing, absolutely delicious, the meat still crackling a bit around the edges, juices pooling, making my mouth water. But this was a man-sized portion in front of me. No, more than that, a giant-sized portion.
“Mr. Parker, no, here you take half,” I protested, raising my knife to split the steak in two. “There’s no way I can eat all this.”
But the big man laughed again.
“No baby, I have my own,” he said casually, slipping onto the seat beside me. “And mine’s even bigger than yours.”
And it was true, because the steak on his plate was the size of Texas, almost flopping off the edges it was so huge.
“But,” I stammered. “There’s no way I can eat this,” I said gesturing to the huge piece of meat. “It’s impossible, there’s way too much.”
And Mr. Parker just took a bite of his own, before grinning at me.
“Naw, honey, just eat. I think you’ll like it,” he said mildly. “It goes down so easy, and besides, you need a little fattening up.”
That made me gasp then, my fork clattering to the plate from numb fingers. Was he blind? I was a size sixteen and there was no need for extra poundage any which way.
“Uh,” I stuttered. “No thanks, I’m big enough as is,” I hedged, biting my lip.
But Mr. Parker just shook his head, still chewing calmly.
“You’re beautiful Amanda, absolutely gorgeous,” he acknowledged. “But I like my women with a junk in the trunk, and right now honey,” he said, eyeing my behind, “You don’t have anywhere near enough junk. I like my rumps huge baby, and your rump is just a molehill.”
I gasped again. The man had to be blind. He had to be blinded by lust, my ass jutted over the edge of the stool like a giant precipice, mountain climbers could do an ascent if they wanted.
“Mr. Parker,” I said ruefully, shaking my head. “I dunno where this
is coming from, but never in my life has anyone thought I was too small,” I said with a grin. “In fact, last year my mom briefly considered signing me up for Weight Watchers, she thought I was putting on weight too fast.”
His face darkened with a frown.
“That Jenny Craig shit?” the big man ground out. “Linda made you go on that, skipping meals and drinking those disgusting shakes? That powder’s all filler honey, it’s cardboard.”
I nodded.
“I know. Mom seriously considered signing up, but I never joined because she heard about the health hazards, people were getting heart palpitations and feeling weak and dizzy from drinking those shakes.”
“From lack of food,” Rob shot out, “they were feeling dizzy from lack of calories, they were on the brink of passing out.”
I nodded with a wry smile.
“Yeah, probably. But my body was changing so fast that Linda was worried. I went from an A cup to a D cup in two years,” I admitted, hanging my head, suddenly shy again. Even though I was wearing a thick terrycloth robe, my figure swathed in miles of fabric, it felt like Rob could see through the material, could see the white mountain tops of my breasts capped with pink.
And Mr. Parker nodded.
“I remember that,” he growled, taking a sip of wine. “I remember when you went from Mandy Dandy to Mandy the knock-out in a month. Twenty-seven days to be exact.”
I gasped, turning to him.
“You remember?” I stuttered. “You noticed, you were counting?”
And Rob took another slow sip of wine.
“Absolutely baby,” he said. “You’ve thought of me as Uncle Rob for a long time, but I’ve been noticing you for a lot longer than that,” he said, voice measured. “I’ve been aware of you for a long time honey, when those breasts started to grow, believe me, I noticed. Any man would.”
I blushed again.
“But I was so young then, awkward and lame,” my voice trailed off.
“Like I said, any man would notice,” continued Rob roughly. “It doesn’t matter that you were young. I mean, it matters, I wouldn’t have touched you, but I noticed. I have eyes, I can see honey, and I’m just a man. Besides, you were so beautiful it was impossible to look away.”
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