Down and Dirty: A Single Dad Bad Boy Romance (Small Town Bad Boys Book 3)

by Annette Fields

  But I was also concerned that Natalie’s absence affected her this much.

  Not that it didn’t affect me too. My bed felt far too empty, despite her only spending one night in it. I fell asleep dreaming of her gorgeous face with my hand over her mouth. The hot little muffled sounds she made, how sweet her pussy tasted and how her whole body trembled when she came.

  Along with the simple fact that my daughter wasn’t talking or smiling anymore without her around, I felt the guilt of my mistake more heavily than most things I’ve done. And with my kind of history, that was saying a lot.

  “Hey,” I said softly, coming around to Ari’s side of the table.

  She promptly crossed her arms and turned her whole body away from me in reply.

  I sighed. She really wasn’t letting me off the hook.

  “I did the wrong thing. Everyone, even dads make mistakes sometimes, baby. I feel bad and I’ll probably feel bad for a really long time.” I slung my arm on the back of her chair. “I miss her.”

  Ari turned back to face me, her face still pouty and her eyes still narrowed into a glare.

  “I miss her too. It’s not fair, Daddy.”

  “I know, baby. I’m really sorry.”

  “You go get Natalie back!”

  “Baby, I--”

  The words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t bear to tell my daughter I can’t. It would set a permanence to the state of things now. I was her hero and telling her that would be failing her.

  How could I even explain this to someone her age?

  You see, Daddy can’t just pick her up from the shelter again because they have cops there to stop the mean daddies from hurting mommies. Your daddy isn’t mean but he does things that cops don’t like. And those things are paying for your college education later so the cops can’t find out about them.

  “Get her back, Daddy! She needs to finish reading my story!”

  “I’ll try,” was all I could get out. I hated giving her false hope but maybe, just maybe I could figure something out.

  A hint of a smile threatened to twitch onto her lips but she caught it and returned to her stone cold poker face again.

  Still, it warmed my heart and lifted my spirits enough to smirk.

  “Does this mean you’ll talk to me again?”

  “Maybe.” She continued with her defiant pout.

  “I’ll take it.”

  I messed up her hair and planted a kiss on her forehead before she wriggled away from me. A quick honk from outside told us that Netta was waiting in the driveway.

  “Have a good day at school, baby!”

  She shot me one last adorable but stone cold glare on her way out the door and I couldn’t help but chuckle. My girl was so much like me, it was scary. I felt somewhat grateful that I didn’t see very much of her mother in her. I would hate to be reminded of that woman every day.

  I went about my normal work day inspecting deliveries, collecting profits from my associates and placing new orders with my allies and business partners.

  I hadn’t placed an order with Antigua since bringing Natalie home. He was certainly wondering about it by now and would be making inquiries soon. I had to make my move on him and fast. The risk was high but the payoff could be immense. If I took over his drug empire and got whoever was left of his people to follow me, I’d essentially have a monopoly of Northern California’s distribution network.

  In some ways that appealed to me but in many ways, it didn’t. I would be powerful but definitely earn a spot on the FBI’s most wanted list. More responsibilities meant more blood on my hands.

  At the end of the day, I was just a guy who wanted to provide a good life for his daughter.

  And maybe a mommy for said daughter, if I found a worthy candidate for the job.

  Everything went smoothly that day and I made it home early, a couple hours before I would have to pick up Ari from school. I showered and cleaned up while trying to ignore the loneliness of the now-empty house. I wouldn’t need to get dressed properly for the outside world for a while, so I rummaged through the fridge for lunch wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

  When the knock came at the door I strolled over without any hesitation, ready to give the Jehovah’s Witnesses a full view of my package.

  But when I pulled it open to see those familiar big, blue eyes, pink lips, and dark blonde hair, I was the one rendered speechless.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  NATALIE

  Of course, he would answer the door in his boxers. How could I expect anything less?

  “Um, hi,” I said nervously. The whole speech I prepared in my head during the cab ride over went completely out the window.

  “Hey,” Sol answered, looking surprised to see me. “Want to come in?”

  I blinked. Just like that? He didn’t show an ounce of that same coldness from the last time I saw him.

  “Sure.”

  He stepped aside and I walked in past him, trying to not touch him or let my gaze feast on his muscles and tattoos. I had to be strong about this.

  But he spoke first.

  “I’m glad you’re back,” he said, a slightly nervous tremor in his voice. “At least, I hope it’s for good. I was wrong, so wrong to take you there. And I’m sorry.”

  He looked sincere and completely remorseful. I wanted so badly to run into his arms. He wrung out his hands as if trying to resist putting them on me. But I couldn’t let him off the hook that easily.

  “Then why did you do it?” I asked.

  “I thought I was doing the right thing at the time.” He took a cautious step closer to me. “I didn’t want Ari getting too attached to you. Hell, after we… were together, I didn’t want myself getting too attached to you.”

  “Why the fuck not?” I demanded, my voice raising. “What’s so wrong with getting close to someone? Obviously, you’re not the kind of guy who commits. How is that any better of an example for your daughter? How does that show her what women are worth?”

  “Hey, that’s not fair,” he shot back. “I’m not a perfect parent but I don’t expose that stuff to her. Say what you want about me but do not undermine my parenting.”

  “Sorry,” I stammered as my face grew hot. That was a low blow but I couldn’t help but feel so pissed off and personally rejected by him.

  “You’re right, though,” he said more quietly. “It’s just been me and her for so long, I want to protect her. I don’t want to bring someone into our lives just to walk out when it’s convenient. I didn’t expect… this.” He gestured between the two of us.

  “And I’m not used to it. I was wrong for taking it out on you when Ari and I both started to… feel something. For you.”

  My heart pounded as I stepped toward him, closing the distance between us.

  “Do you see me walking out?”

  He licked his lips before answering.

  “No.”

  “Are you absolutely sure that you want me to be here?”

  He closed the last gap of distance between us by taking my face in his hands. Tingles spread through my spine and even my lips as his thumbs stroked the apples of my cheekbones and his gaze bore deeply through me.

  “Yes, absolutely.”

  Nothing could prepare me for the kiss that came next.

  His mouth crashed down to meet mine with such force that my knees buckled. His tongue probed through my lips to reach mine which returned his vigor and passion. My hands made contact with the bare skin of his chest where I felt his heart beating against my palm. It pulsed through my fingertips and matched the throbbing of my clit.

  As he drew me against his body and both of us started heating up like furnaces of passion, I fought the urge to lose myself in his deep, possessive kisses.

  I took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down.

  Hard.

  “Ow! Fuck!”

  He wrenched himself away from me and wiped at his mouth. A small smear of blood came away on his fingers.

  He looked at
me, breathing heavily but otherwise calm.

  “I guess I deserve that.”

  “Don’t ever send me away again,” I said as sternly as I could muster. “I’m an adult. I’m a person. I can make my own damn decisions. If you don’t want me around, tell me and I’ll go. But don’t ever placate me like I’m a child.”

  He stood there, just looking at me. I could only guess the expression on his face was a mixture of lust, humility and hopefully respect.

  “You got it, Natalie,” he said. “Never again. I’m a man of my word.”

  “Good.”

  I closed the distance between us again, placed my hands on his bare, sculpted shoulders, and shoved him as hard as I could.

  With a naughty smirk, he humored me and fell backward onto the couch. Right where I wanted him.

  I pounced on him, straddling his powerful thighs and kissed him hard. After only a few seconds I was dying to taste his mouth again.

  His hands sailed around my waist and up my back as he returned my kisses hungrily. He let out a delicious moan into my mouth as I rubbed and ground my eager vulva against his growing bulge.

  “Someone likes angry makeup sex, I take it?” he asked, smiling as he kissed me.

  “Shut the fuck up and fuck me,” was my answer.

  He replied by grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my mouth back down to his. As his rough, demanding kisses overpowered me, he lifted his hips slightly to slide his boxers down and set his awaiting cock free. It stood tall and hard between us as he furiously worked off the rest of my clothes.

  “These tits, this mouth, this pussy,” Sol growled as he touched or kissed each body part and sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout every part of me. “They’re all I’ve been thinking about. All I’ve wanted since I first had you.”

  “A woman came onto me, you know,” I whispered in his ear before nibbling at his lobe. Even though Janelle got in my face earlier that day, it already felt like a distant memory.

  “She told me to forget all about men and cocks.” I gripped his thick shaft firmly and squeezed as I stroked upward. “But I couldn’t get yours out of my mind.”

  The stiff rod twitched in my hand and leaked a mouthwatering bit of precum.

  “Oh God, sit on my cock, Natalie,” he begged. “I need to feel your sweet pussy.”

  I rose up on my knees and shuddered with sensitivity spreading from my soaked pussy to my stiff nipples and beyond. The round, smooth head of his cock kissed my clit and rubbed back and forth in my hungry, wet slit.

  “Hey, guess what?” he grinned up at me as he teased my nipples between his teeth.

  “Hmm.” I didn’t want to have a conversation. I was drunk with desire and needed to feel him inside me, on top of me, and invading all of my senses.

  “No one’s home. You can be as loud as you want.”

  I didn't have time to make a witty comeback or respond at all, except for the scream that escaped my throat and echoed off the walls as he brought me down hard, impaling me on his cock.

  It was so intense and happened so fast that it hurt a little. I was soaking wet and desperate to be filled, but I still needed to adjust to him.

  I tried to lift off his cock just a little to relieve the pressure, but he held me in place. Even though I was on top, he had full control of me and he knew it.

  "Stay right where you are," he growled. "Just feel me and get as loud as you want, Natalie. Let me hear how it feels when I fuck you."

  With one arm wrapped firmly around my waist and the other with a fistful of hair at my scalp, I was completely powerless as he pumped his cock into me like a thick, meaty piston.

  Powerlessness was a feeling I knew all too well and I never thought in a million years that I would enjoy it. But with him, I did. I wanted him to own every inch of me, to submit to him in every way because he awoke what I thought had died within me.

  The pain subsided quickly and my pussy took in more of his length without resistance. My clit felt like it was going to explode any second and my cries grew frantic as I approached the edge and teetered on it.

  "Turn around."

  Sol lifted my hips all the way off his cock, which was coated with a thick layer of my wetness. The emptiness inside me was aching and nearly unbearable.

  I did as he ordered, facing away from him as I settled back down and filled up with thick, hard deliciousness again.

  Just like before, he took control and thrust up into me. Only this time, he placed one hand on my clit and the other pinched my hard, tender nipple.

  I came almost immediately, but what sent me over the edge was feeling his mouth kissing and sucking the back of my neck.

  My screams echoed off the walls as I fought to stay steady on his cock. He kept fucking me and rubbing my clit without missing a beat, sending endless lightning bolts shooting throughout my body.

  "You're so fucking hot when you're loud," he told me with his teeth on my ear.

  How was it humanly possible for a man to be so good with his hands, mouth, and cock all at the same time? I felt absolutely delirious, drowning in a sea of pleasure I never knew existed.

  "Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon," he rasped.

  With a groan, he lifted my hips up again. It wasn't until that moment I realized we didn't use a condom.

  As quickly as I could, I knelt on the floor between his knees and took his swollen, bulbous head in my mouth.

  His face showed surprise and then pure bliss as I stroked him, bringing my hand to my mouth wrapped around his silky mushroom head and then back down to the root in a steady rhythm.

  “Yesss. Oh fuck yes, just like that,” he moaned, throwing his head back against the couch as his fingers dug into my hair. It was so incredibly hot seeing him come undone, writhing at the very edge of the cliff just like where he had me.

  When his cock stiffened and swelled even more, I brought my mouth further down the shaft eagerly as I massaged his heavy balls and pumped my hand faster. I wanted, needed, to taste his pleasure.

  His first blast of cum hit the back of my throat and he let out an animalistic roar as his whole body went stiff. I milked him greedily for more until my mouth was full and he began softening in my hand.

  As he came down from his orgasm panting for air, I ran my hands up his thighs and across his abs as I gently licked his cock clean. Feeling his hammering pulse, the heat from his body and the sheen of sweat on his skin made me feel powerful and sexy.

  I did that to him.

  “Holy fuck. Come here,” he rasped.

  He pulled me up from the floor and held me tightly against him, kissing me just as hungrily as when we began.

  “There’s no way in hell I’m ever letting you go,” he said between kisses and deep breaths. “Not after you take care of me like that, holy shit.”

  He pulled away slightly to look at me, his eyelids heavy with relaxation.

  “No matter what happens, I’ll always protect you. Nothing will ever harm you again here.”

  I rested my head over his heart as he stroked my hair, feeling fully sated, content, and like I was exactly where I belonged.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  SOLOMON

  “I have a surprise for you at home.”

  Ari looked at me suspiciously out of the corner of her eye. She kept up the aloof, not-talking-to-Daddy-act when I picked her up from school, but I knew my baby girl wouldn’t be able to resist a surprise.

  “What is it?”

  “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

  She squirmed in her seat as we pulled away from the school. I knew it was eating at her and she was fighting her desire to stay mad at me. I just couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she saw Natalie was back.

  “Can I have a hint?”

  “You’re going to like it very much and call me the best Daddy in the world.”

  “That’s not a hint, Daddy!” She swung her legs back and forth anxiously.

  “Yes, it is! Now you know it’s not
gonna be dog poop in your shoes. Or a big pile of vegetables, or anything else you don’t like. That eliminates a lot of things.”

  Ari stared out the car window as she continued to swing her legs back and forth, trying to think of questions to ask me that would give more information.

  I lost track of time getting all cozy with Natalie on the couch that I’d almost been late to pick her up. Time went by in a flash while I was with her and slowed to a crawl while she was gone. It felt she was gone for years rather than a few days. Now that she was back I couldn’t get enough time with her, and I knew Ari wouldn’t be able to either.

  I still felt worn out and deeply relaxed from our hot makeup sex and that incredible blowjob she gave me. I mean, holy fuck. If there was any upside to her awful time spent in captivity, it was that she got enough practice and technique down to make any man finish prematurely.

  She drew it out nice and long for me though and it made my orgasm feel that much more amazing. I knew it was to get me back for teasing her so much.

  I grinned to myself. We were like two sides of a coin. Polar opposites and yet so similar. Both of us slept with many people before although our experiences were vastly different. She was soft, warm and gentle. I was hard, cold, and ruthless. And here we were together, fitting each other like two puzzle pieces and burning up hot as if lit by a blowtorch.

  “Daddy!” A tiny fist was punching me in the arm.

  “Sorry, baby. What’d you say?”

  “I said, does my surprise fit in my Barbie house?”

  “Nope. Your surprise is bigger than your Barbie house.”

  “Bigger?!” she squealed.

  “Yep!”

  “Is it a bigger Barbie house?”

  “Nope.”

  “Daddy, tell meeeee!”

  “We’re five minutes away from home. You’ll see it when we get there.”

  “That’s too looooong!”

  “Hey, you know what though?” I looked over and pinched her cheek when we came to a stoplight. “I’m so happy you’re talking to me now. I really missed having conversations with you, baby girl.”