by Odessa Rossi
A bed that will one day be ours.
Soon.
Hopefully soon.
“It’s not as sweet as you, Baby Girl.”
“How would you know?” I dare him with a timid lick of the whipped cream. “It’s been so long since you tasted me.”
“Only a few days, sweetheart.”
Kimmie’s cold had kept her homebound, ruining our snuggles with sniffles. I still took care of my friend, but it prevented any fun with her dad. “That’s too long.”
“Really?”
“I like…” I glance around. An older lady pays for her ice cream cone and shuffles by us. “Spending time with you, Daddy.”
The older lady looks at us and smiles. “Oh, how sweet. You never see little girls out with their fathers anymore.”
Mr. Cavanaugh practically winces. I don’t. I lean in, taking his hand.
“Most girls don’t have daddies like him.”
“That’s the truth,” he says.
The old lady takes her ice cream to sit outside in the setting sun. She holds the door open for another patron.
And I can’t take my eyes off her. Neither can Mr. Cavanaugh.
She’s blonde, short, pretty, and oh-so-very pregnant. A striped pink shirt stretches taut over her swollen belly, and she presses against the bump as she makes her order. Her cheeks are flushed, but she looks…
Happy. And not just—I got an ice cream happy. But really and truly blissful.
“See her?” Mr. Cavanaugh squeezes my hand.
“Yes.”
“What do you think?”
“I think she’s beautiful.”
“Why?”
I bite my lip. “Because she’s in love.”
“How do you know?”
I gaze at him, heart pounding and core warming. “It’s obvious, Daddy. She loves a man so much she’s swelling with his baby. She wants to start a life, a family, with him. And she looks…”
“You’ll be even more beautiful.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Want to find out?”
Oh God, yes. I lick the last bit of whipped cream from my finger with a sly smile. He leans closer.
“Careful, Baby Girl…” He pulls me out of the chair. “Any more of that, and I might not wait until we’re at home.”
Home.
The thought thrills me as much as giving the man I love a baby and family.
“Yes, Daddy. Take me home.”
His lips promise more than he can say here. At least now. At least before we formally declare our love and shout it to the world. For now, our feelings whisper between us, growing fiercer and more desperate as we hurry back home.
Kimmie’s gone. I should miss my best friend, but I’m grateful that she’s spending so much time with her boyfriend. It gives me more time to spend with Mr. Cavanaugh, to do all the things we want to do and say all the things we can’t wait to say.
He still closes the door to his bedroom even if we’re safely alone, panting and desperate. He unzips my dress, and I step out of the material for him. No panties, but that was my own little secret. He likes my bare kitty, and one glance at my little slit is all it takes for him to swing me into his arms and tuck me into his bed beneath him.
His bed.
I love the silky sheets against my skin, so smooth and soft compared to the roughness of his calloused hands. I lean into his fingers, beg for the nip of his teeth against my breast. Mr. Cavanaugh might have been a gentleman, but he was still a man. Hard and fierce. Protective and possessive. Filled with desire.
A hardness presses against me, but he doesn’t free himself from his jeans yet. His kisses trail down, lingering over my tummy where I pray I’ll be swelling soon. He grins before sinking into my pussy.
“So delicious…” His words vibrate over my clit. “I was right, Baby Girl. You taste better than dessert…and you’re much, much creamier.”
“That’s because of you, Daddy.” I arch as he suckles at me, and the shivers twist me from the inside out. “I’m wet for you.”
“Why? Why does your little pussy get so wet for me?”
“Because I love you, Stone.”
We both stop. His tongue caresses me gently. I freeze, biting my lip. It’s the first time I’ve called him by his real name.
“And I love you too, Ainsley.” His voice deepens. “I love how your body proves it to me. Love how it readies for me.”
“I want you…” The words are breathless.
“How badly?”
Did I have to twist and shake, beg and plead? “I’ve never needed you so much. Please. Don’t tease me. Just fill me, Daddy. Fill me with your seed and promise you’ll stay with me forever.”
He lifts himself up, casting away his jeans and boxers. He returns to me, flesh against flesh, warmth against warmth, pulsing and bare cock against my unprotected and desperate pussy. He aims the head for my entrance, shushing my surprised whimper with gentle words as I’m forced to stretch to take him within me.
“I will never…ever…break a promise to you.” He pushes in fully, binding himself inside of me with his full length. I gasp. It’s hard to breathe with such a thickness stretching me, but I moan his name again and again. “I love you, Baby Girl.”
“I…love…you…Daddy.”
His thrusts tremble my words, but I prove how I feel. Every squeeze of my pussy, every tremor, every time my fingers press hard against his arms. I cry out against him and hold him close. This man amazes me. He fills me. He makes me his, and I can’t help but tremble and explode and open myself to him fully.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, Baby Girl.” He warns me as if I haven’t begged him for his seed yet. “I’m going to push in all the way, and you’re going to take it all. Every last drop of my seed.”
“I promise, Daddy.” The pleasure overwhelms me, and I moan his name. “Please. I can take it. I’ll keep it safe and warm inside my tummy, and I’ll make you a baby. I promise, I promise, I promise…”
The heat burst inside my pussy, and I arched as the sudden pressure cascaded through me. I cried out, stiffened, and Mr. Cavanaugh captured me in his arms, thrusting hard as he jetted even more of his seed within me.
As if it wasn’t enough. As if it would never be enough.
And it wouldn’t be until we made our baby.
Not until we were a real family.
Chapter Twelve
Stone
I’ve taken her at night. In the morning. In the afternoon.
I’ve fucked her on the couch. On the guest bed. In the kitchen.
And still every single time is like the first. Just as amazing.
Just as…perfect.
“Come for me, Baby Girl,” I groan, my neck strained and jaw clenched as I shove my throbbing cock into her tight pussy. I want to breed this beautiful woman. By the end of the summer, I want Ainsley growing our love child in her soft belly. “Come all over my cock, sweetheart, you can do it. Come for Daddy.”
“I’m coming, Daddy!” she screams at the top of her lungs, her hands flying up and gripping the rails of the headboard as I bore into her deeper, harder.
My bedroom door is wide open, and Kim’s out with Colby tonight as per usual. We’ve got the whole house to ourselves, and I plan to fuck this beautiful girl in every room, in every position, until her body shakes and shudders, and she passes out in my arms. Then I’ll carry her to my bed and fall asleep by her side wearing the biggest fucking satisfied smile I’ve ever had.
In the morning, I’ll wake up to breakfast in bed – her.
I can already taste her sweet nectar on my tongue as I wake her up, my head between her thighs.
But first . . .
“Oh, god, Daddy, don’t stop!” she wails. “Fuck me harder, Daddy! I’m your dirty little girl. Fill me with your hot, sticky cum! Make a baby with me!”
The slap of skin on skin almost drowns out her cries, and I bury my face between her bouncing, swollen tits as I piston in and
out of her sweet sex. She’s still tight, only ever having known my cock, and she squeezes tighter with each thrust because she knows that’s how Daddy likes it.
I love this woman.
Chapter Thirteen
Love.
This.
Woman.
“I love you, Baby Girl,” I groan, feeling my balls tighten as familiar heat builds in my cock. My hot seed jets deep inside her as she lets out a final scream, her nails digging into my shoulders.
But something’s off.
Something feels . . . different.
This doesn’t feel like before.
“Dad?”
My gaze snaps to the shadowy figure standing in my open door way.
FUCK.
“Kim!” I say, my cock still very much hard and very much buried inside the swollen mound of her best friend. “What are you…”
Ainsley covers her face, as if she could possibly hide from this moment.
“Just stopped back home to grab something . . . I thought you were . . . I thought maybe you were watching . . . a . . . oh, god.” She stands frozen, jaw hanging.
“Kimmie,” Ainsley says, her voice laced with an apology.
“My dad, Ainsley? Really? He’s like a father to you!” Kim’s face turns a shade darker, even in the dim light that surrounds the three of us. I sense the hurt in her tone, her voice breaking. “My best friend, Dad? You practically raised her!”
“Kim, calm down,” I insist, forcing calmness into my tone. “Just…wait.”
“How long has this been happening? When were you going to tell me? Oh, God. I have to go. I have to get out of here. You two . . . oh, my God.” She disappears in a flash, her footsteps quick running down the stairs. The front door slams a second later.
“Shit.” I pull myself out of Ainsley, watching as she draws the covers up to her neck. The scent of her arousal is everywhere, sticking to my body and clinging to the air.
“What do we do now, Daddy? Now that she knows?”
I love my daughter. I never wanted to hurt her or damage her.
“She’ll come back,” I say. “Give her some time. She’s probably going to stay with Colby tonight, but she’ll be back, and when she is, we’ll all sit down and have a talk.”
“You’re still going to love me, right?” she asks. Her question breaks my heart.
Leaning down, I brush a messy strand from her face and cup her cheek before depositing a kiss on her swollen lips.
“Forever.” I give her my word.
Chapter Fourteen
Ainsley
Oh, this is awkward. So, so awkward.
I stand before Kimmie’s door, hand raised in preparation to knock.
Is this the end of our friendship? No. It can’t be. It can’t end like this. Not now that I’m finally happy and have made Mr. Cavanaugh—Stone—happy too.
But Kimmie and I go so far back I can’t even remember when we first met. Just that she’s always been there at my side. From preschool through high school.
I can’t lose that.
I knock.
She doesn’t answer, but I expect that. I push the door open.
“Kimmie?” I can hardly speak her name without tearing up. “Can we…talk?”
Kimmie lays upon her bed, face down. “Can you promise to wear clothes?”
“I double-layered.”
“Do you have any idea…” She spins to face me. “Any idea how humiliating it was to find you in bed with my father?”
“About as humiliating as being discovered in bed with him.” Panting his name. Begging for his love child. “I’m…sorry you had to see that.”
“I’m sorry that was the only way I found out!” Kimmie stands, tossing a pillow aside. It smacks into a picture on her wall—the one of us in eighth grade before our first junior high dance. “How? When? I don’t even understand. How do you keep something like this a secret from me? You’re fucking my father!”
I flinch. “I’m not just fucking him, Kimmie. I’m in love with him.”
She groans. “That’s even worse!”
“How?”
“How?” My best friend stands before me, her lip trembling as much as mine. “How? Because you didn’t tell me! You didn’t trust me enough to tell me!”
“I couldn’t tell you how I felt.”
“Why?” Kimmie yanks me into a hug. “Ains, we tell each other everything. We’ve never ever kept a secret except for the one time you lost my—”
“Emerald bracelet,” I say. “Your sixteenth birthday present. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”
“I wasn’t going to be mad—it was an accident!” She sighs. “But my dad was mad.”
“Well…” I shrug. “Now that we’re together, maybe we can tell him the truth?”
She doesn’t find it very funny. Neither do I.
“We used to be so close,” she whispers. “We’d tell each other everything. It didn’t matter how embarrassing or terrible.”
“I know.” I look down. “I guess…well, I went to school across the country, and you followed Colby.”
A quiet falls over the room. She exhales. “Maybe…we aren’t as close as we once were.”
The thought kills me. “But I missed you! Every day. It’s just that you were so happy with Colby. You said you wanted to marry him and start a life together. I…” I swallow. “I wasn’t about to stand in your way.”
“You’d never be in the way.” Kimmie hugs me again, fierce. “Never. Ever ever. You and me are best friends.”
“No matter who we’re dating?”
It’s Kimmie’s turn to quiet. She glances at the door, and I turn to find Stone watching with a frown.
“Kim,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Kimmie pulls from me, but only to approach her father. She makes a noise in her throat before casting her arms around him. “I can’t believe you.”
“I know.”
“All this time, I thought you were alone.”
I catch his gaze. He pulls back, surprised. “You…aren’t mad?”
“Of course I’m mad,” Kimmie says. “But I’m also…”
“What, honey?”
“Relieved?” She laughs. “Oh, Dad. I worried you were going to be alone forever. Some crotchety old man feeding pigeons in the park and yelling at the mailman.”
I laugh. Stone frowns.
“I’m not that old.”
“Older than my best friend.” Kimmie points at him. “Dad, you know you’re so much older…”
“I know.” We answer together.
“I’m in love with her, Kim,” he says. “This is serious. Not a fling. We want to be together…forever. Start a family. Get married.”
“And this will make you happy?” She asks. “Finally?”
“Yes.” He takes my hand. “She makes me very happy.”
Kimmie smiles. “Then I guess…I guess I can’t complain. Just do me a favor?”
I nod. “Anything, Kimmie.”
“Please put up a do-not-disturb sign next time you’re knocking boots.” She covers her eyes. “I love you both, but…” She shakes her head. “I’ll take you at your word that you’re in love.”
“Madly,” I giggle.
“And it’s forever,” he promises.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Stone
“Baby Girl, sit down. Let me do the rest,” I hook my hand into Ainsley’s arm and gently pull her to one of the kitchen tables.
She groans but says nothing more because she knows Daddy knows what’s best for her.
“They’re going to be here any minute,” she says, resting her head in her hands. “And the potatoes still need to be mashed.”
“Ains, I’ve got it. This isn’t my first Thanksgiving, you know.”
“But this is our first Thanksgiving together,” she reminds me. “As a couple. And this is the first time my parents are g
oing to see us together, in person.”
Worry lines spread across her forehead, and she bites the corner of her bottom lip.
Six months ago, I decided to make her mine. Together, we opted to tell her parents sooner rather than later. We wanted to face the music as adults who were very much in love. Her parents were in Italy for the summer, so we did it the only way we could – over video chat.
Mitch got up and walked out of his room when we dropped the bombshell. Ainsley’s mom, Debra, blubbered and stammered and smiled awkwardly, her eyes moving back and forth at the screen. A moment later, Mitch was yelling at her to end the call, which she promptly did.
Ains was heartbroken.
She cried into my arms all night. Kimmie brought her her favorite ice cream, and afterwards we all watched a movie together to try to get her mind off it. That night, I fired off an email to Mitch, explaining how much I loved his daughter and how I vowed to take care of her for the rest of her life. I promised to give her anything her heart ever desired, and I swore on my life I’d never hurt her.
The next day her parents called back. And apologized. And while they didn’t seem overly excited about everything, they promised to keep an open mind and give us a chance.
I can’t say that I blame them. If one of my buddies told me he was fucking Kimmie and wanted to spend his life with her, there’s no way I’d have handled it half as well as the Millers did.
Ding-dong.
Ainsley’s blue eyes lock onto mine and her hand flies to her round tummy. There’s no denying she’s pregnant. There’s no denying she’s carrying our love child.
“Stay there,” I command. “I’ll get the door.”
Ainsley nods, giving me a forced smile. I don’t have to ask what she’s thinking to know she’s worried as hell, but I promised her everything would be okay. Her parents are in the process of accepting us as a couple, and this baby is going to bring us all together.
One. Big. Happy. Family.
“Mitch, Deb,” I say when I get the door. “Come on in.”
