Dad's Royal Buddy: A Steamy Older Man Prince Romance

by Mia Madison

  I dress and make myself up very carefully after splashing a ton of cold water on my puffy face in the bath. I fell asleep for a while so when I come down, guests have already arrived and the party's starting to swing. There's a little gaggle of women, Mellie's friends from pilates mostly, hanging out at the drinks table.

  And in the midst of them is Jared. A shard of fury scores my core even though his eyes are fixed to me and don't budge. His stare calls me to him but I don't trust myself. I turn my back and strut across to the room to where a few of my sister's friends are hanging.

  “Hey, I'm Eric,” a kind of cute guy, around my age, sticks out a hand to shake. “Can I get you a drink?”

  “Love one. Appletini please.”

  “Coming up.”

  Eric hangs out close, regaling me with stories of work or his latest vacay. Things I used to be content with in a potential date. Which he is, judging by his gaze trailing up my body when he thinks I'm not looking. I can't help myself from floating off in my mind and seeking out Jared.

  Chapter TWENTY ONE

  Jared

  She looks hotter than a burning desert as she sashays down the stairs to join the party. My cock actually stirs up like a school boy watching her legs take each step, her thighs softly rubbing together at the hem of the short dress I bought her.

  “Jared, you didn't answer me. Are you evading the issue?” The woman Mellie brought over the second I came through the front door, an obvious set up, curls her fingers around my forearm like she already has dibs.

  “Oh, yeah, sure,” I say, no clue what she's been talking about.

  All my thoughts directed to where the hell Carina is and now that she's here, how can I get up close to her. I need to touch her and inhale her sweetness. Standing across the room with these polite stiffs is not my idea of a good time, not when all I want is her in my arms.

  Coming here was a huge mistake. Having to scuttle around like we're a dirty secret isn’t fun and she's driving me into a delirium bordering on insanity. First by wearing that provocative little dress and looking good enough to hold in my mouth like the most delicious fine wine.

  Second by glaring at me like I stomped on her heart and walking straight to the other side of the room in her sexy confident wiggle. Where she's remained for the last half hour, purposely attempting to avoid my gaze. Mostly failing but every time our eyes meet, she gets a tough little pout on.

  “Excuse me, I need a refill,” I extricate myself from under the woman's eagle claws.

  I know she wants me to offer to bring her one too, but I resist. I need to focus entirely on my darling girl. She sees me on the move from the corner of her eye and laughs, too obviously false, at something the kid she's talking to says to her. A quick image of my fist in his face goes a little way to satisfy the rage in my blood.

  He'd better not touch her again. One finger on her arm like that a second time and I'll be over there to deck him. No one knows she's mine and she's doing everything in her power to pretend the opposite. First I thought she was giving me a little testing game. Or maybe teasing me to ramp up my desire for her, which is already off the charts and threatening to detonate. The demon little minx sure knows how to make a man crazy.

  But fuck, now I'm closer to her, I detect the tiniest hint of puffiness around her eyes. Like she just woke up, except her normally bright eyes have lost their shine. No one but me would notice this because I've been the only one privileged to have that glossy round gaze directed only at me the last few days. Mr Preppy is lucky he's not on the receiving end of her starry stare or there would be bruises before bedtime.

  Yet another woman comes up to the bar and brushes against me too close. For like the third time. What is it with these women? Can't they see I'm taken? Or don’t they give a damn? I feel like a filet steak hung out to dry at the tiger's petting zoo.

  Perhaps it's a good thing no one notices how I can't take my eyes off Carina. She's become an obsession I can't get out from under my skin. I want to touch her and look at her constantly, inhale her soft fresh aroma and listen to her sweetly moaning. From the first moment I slid into her tight little pussy she's owned all of me.

  “Give me a scotch, please,” I tell the kid hired to work the bar table.

  I'm in a torment of indecision. A state I'm not accustomed to, but this is a unique situation. Every cell in my body is walking right across to her to take her in my arms and ask her what's upset her. Why she's been crying and why she continues to glare at me with unspoken anger mixed up with betrayal.

  Is this about the 'promise me you won't run out' stuff? If she wants me to get on my knees and swear never-ending devotion, I'm ready. Except she's made it clear that she doesn't want anyone to know about us and I want to respect her wishes. Even if they are fucking dichotomous and crazy-making confusing.

  From across the room, Todd, her father, catches my eye and his jaw sets.

  “You know, I don't usually get so forward but I wondered if you'd like to have a drink this week,” a skinny blond sidles in beside me.

  “Yoo, hoo, earth to Jared,” she whines, not receiving my attention.

  Damn, we must have already been introduced. Another of Mellie's set ups.

  “What, yeah, sure,” I say, once again no clue what she wants, just hoping she'll go away.

  Carina's watching me and her lips purse, making her jaw flex. Must run in the family.

  “Well, that's just awesome,” the blond says, brushing her fingers through my hair like she's fixing an out of place lick.

  Suddenly Carina hurtles out from the group of kids she's hanging with, shaking off the dude and running up the stairs. The room is so crowded now, I doubt anyone but me notices.

  “Excuse me,' I pull away from the scrawny woman. “I need to find the washroom.”

  “It's right by the main entrance,” she tells me. “I could show you,” she adds with a provocative little twinkle. Geez.

  “I think I'll use the one upstairs,” I reply, shaking off her talons.

  I leave her muttering something about en-suites and follow Carina's trail up the stairs. I don’t give a shit who sees me or what Todd's got to say about me wandering around his home to find his youngest daughter. All I need is to talk to Carina.

  I peak into the cracked open doors to the bedrooms and family rooms until I come to a firmly closed door I know my darling girl is hiding out behind. I don't even bother to knock or wait for an invitation inside. This is getting fixed right now, whatever it takes. I need to see her smiling, happy and adoring again.

  She's curled up in a kitten ball on the small bed. Only the side lamp provides a minimal yellow glow to the room. I'm fascinated by the stuffed animals and doodads on shelves, reminding me that Carina was still a girl just a few short years ago. I'd like to tour the space more closely and get to know her, but her current mood is my priority.

  “Carina, my darling.”

  My voice makes her startle and she scootches up the bed until she's sitting with her back against the headboard, staring at me with her huge baby blues. I almost come undone at the fold between her bare thighs and her pink underwear but I need to know what's got her in this state.

  “Are we talking like adults here or going back in the past?” I say.

  “Funny you should say that,” she whimpers. I can hear tears threatening in her voice.

  “You can tell me what it is or we can play obtuse games.” I have to be firm, but soft enough to make her unwind.

  “I can't believe you'd betray me like that,” she mewls, her lower lip wobbly.

  I peer at her wondering if she's high.

  Is she talking about the women Mellie set me up with? Because it's easy enough to fix that problem by coming clean with our relationship and letting the entire fucking world know we're meant to be together and there can never be anyone else.

  Chapter TWENTY TWO

  Carina

  My heart is racing and aching and throbbing to match the same feelings between my th
ighs. I cannot look at Jared while my pussy's clenching to possess him again. Him standing across the room, being mauled by various of my stepmother's friends was too much to watch. Any one of them could have been my own mother.

  “Are you going to tell me what the problem is? Because when I came here tonight it was with the intention of talking to Todd about this – us - this thing between us.”

  “Daddy will never allow it,” I tell him, my voice breaking with a little girl's sobs.

  Fuck, this was not the way I intended to behave. Jared Helmsley has me so out of control, I’m acting out like a brat.

  “He won't or you won't?” he grits.

  I'm shocked that he could think I'd want to keep him a secret.

  “He-” I say, still confounded by Jared being here in my childlike room.

  “What happened to I make my own decisions and I know what I want.”

  “Perhaps I was mistaken,” I snip, the unpleasant recall of him with my mother inserting itself.

  “That's the kind of tone that gets a girl taken across my knee.” he growls so that every nerve ending quivers.

  “Something happened since I dropped you back at Daddy’s house,” he continues. “Care to share with the man you've made into a dithering wreck that can't think or eat or live without you?”

  “I -” I made him a wreck?

  He takes a step toward me then stops when I writhe higher up the bed away from him. His face flickers with pain I'm causing him. Every pore wants to open my arms wide and take him in but I can't.

  “I'm not a mother substitute,” I say, stupidly.

  That wasn't what I meant. Dear god, someone get me a mouth and a few brain cells.

  “Of course you aren't,” Jared says, his voice dropping rough and sexy with the hurt I'm dealing out. “Is that what this is about? Meeting my mother?”

  “No, Christ, no,” I assure him. Oh God, how could I be such a thoughtless brat? “I loved that so much. Thank you.”

  “What is it, Darlin'? I'm ready to do whatever you want but you're gonna have to help me out here. I can see you've been crying -”

  “You can? I thought I covered that up.” I lift up to peer in the mirror at my dresser but the light's too dim.

  “Baby, I've been inside your body deeper than I've ever been in any woman. I know what you're feeling. I know when you're mad or sad or happy or ecstatic. Right now I just don't know why.”

  I elect to stop acting like a pouty brat and be the partner he may not deserve now but that I want to be for a man I love.

  “When Daddy came home this afternoon he told me why you two are hostile enemies still.”

  “Are we?” Jared quips. “That's news to me.”

  “Well aside from causing the injury that ruined his career he's mostly mad that you tried to steal my mother away from him.”

  Jared frowns in deeper confusion.

  “If she gave birth to you your mother must have been a stunner but I honestly have no clue who she was,” he finally says. “And not to inflate my ego, but I never needed to be stealing anyone's girl. I had more than I could handle.”

  I wince hearing that even though I can believe it and it was twenty years ago. I want Jared to belong only to me. But my dad wouldn’t lie to me.

  “My darling girl.”

  Jared crosses my room in three wide strides and drags me into his arms. With one move, he seats himself on my bed, making it look like a resting place for a dwarf and pulls me onto his lap where I curl into my protective little ball and let him hold me safe.

  I feel like a little girl until my nipples start to pinch with desire from being crushed against him. My thighs are exposed and my pussy is pulsating with hungry yearning, pouring juices that are making his pants' leg damp.

  My breath starts coming in fast little bursts and I notice Jared's is also ragged with lust. His cock is straining his pants against my curled hip.

  “Darlin', I gotta say being in your childhood bedroom with you is giving me a massive boner.”

  I giggle, despite my vow to behave more like Mellie's friends, all cool and sure and grown up.

  “I know,” I mewl out. “I can't believe how dirty I wanna get right now.” My hand crawls up his chest to clasp the solid band of muscle in back of his neck. I tip my face up to his.

  “Fuck me,” I beg. “Please, I need you buried inside me right now.”

  “There's no lock on your door,” he replies.

  Still his hand is cupping my breast and tugging my bullet nipple.

  “Hmm.” I'm glad to know he checked that.

  My lips are already everywhere, covering every inch of his bare skin, wanting to touch my mouth to every last pore individually.

  “Anyone might walk in and find us,” he grits out, his voice raw with desire.

  “Hmm.”

  His hand travels down the side of my thigh and rubs my swollen clit through the soaking strip of my thong.

  “Fuck, you're so wet, Darlin'.”

  “Hmmm.”

  I arch my back and grind my entrance onto his fingers in a cacophony of need to have him breach my walls. I let out a loud moan when he shoves my panties aside and two thick fingers drive into my pussy making electrical sparks travel down to my toes.

  My hands fly around his neck to drag his mouth deeper into mine. Inhaling and tasting the masculine aroma only enhances the delicious pumping of his fingers inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I moan, loud enough that anyone passing in the hall couldn't mistake my pleading.

  Jared stands, hauling us both off the bed, then in one move throws me down on my back and drags me to the edge.

  He yanks my panties down my legs and as he pulls my thighs around his waist, in one continuous move, tipping my hips and raising them off the bed, he unleashes his stupendous dick and slides all the way inside me.

  He clamps my hips in his fists and his eyes fall to half mast watching me thrash my head this way and that, whimpering his name as I tug on my nipples. He thrusts into me and his thumb pad reaches between my spread lips to trace circles on my hard clit that send me tremoring hard into the chasm of shuddering release.

  His thighs clench as his climax rockets up his legs and I make sure to pull up every muscle in my pussy and tug every last drop of juice from him. As we pant through our overwhelming ecstatic coupling, he lifts me up off the bed so my arms and legs twine around his solid body. Keeping me impaled on his dick, he sits back down on my defiled little bed.

  “That might have been the most amazing yet,” I murmur curling the waves at the back of his neck in my fingers.

  “You have a very naughty side I'm going to love exploring more of,” he says, then, “What's with the frown? We're way past that, Darlin'.”

  “Daddy.”

  “We need to figure this thing out now,” he says, sliding slowly out of me.

  “No,” I counter, fear of this being forbidden to us by my father, throttles every sensation.

  “Yes,” Jared orders, his voice unstinting. “And tonight.”

  He carries me to the en-suite where we clean up together, gently washing each other and fixing the other's clothes.

  Then it's my turn to take his hand to lead him to my bedroom door. I gingerly open up, intending to take a peak outside to ensure the coast is clear before Jared emerges. I giggle, I can't help it because I'm reminded of Tony, the first boy I sneaked to my room for a kiss when I was twelve years old.

  But it's way worse than that.

  “Oh.” I squeak.

  My giggles quashed in my throat as I open up and run straight into my dad coming down the hall.

  I push back on Jared, sure he can hide behind the door before Daddy sees him.

  But he's as movable as shoving against a brick wall and with my hand gripped in his, Jared steps purposefully out into the passage to face my father.

  Chapter TWENTY THREE

  Jared

  She has the delectable blush of satiation all over her cheeks. The way my Da
rling girl was sniping at me, there was nothing more I wanted than to spank her perfect little ass in her girlish bedroom. But that would have bought the entire family running because my little Darlin' sure likes to scream when I spank her.

  We were like a pair of teenagers, making out in her high school bedroom with the toys and all things pink and posters of Ryan Gosling everywhere. Except the making out part was nothing like teenager years. Carina has a sensual maturity like no other woman. I need to explore every inch of where her adventurous nature will take her. And I crave her innocent face, her breathy soft voice.

  So I wasn't about to hide in her closet when Daddy appeared out of nowhere.

  “There you are baby, Mellie was worried,” he's saying, until I step through the door and unleash a dark glower.

  “What are you doing in my daughter's bedroom?” he snarls.

  “Nothing, Daddy,” my Darling answers for me. “I was showing him -”

  “Carina and I are seeing each other,” I interrupt her. Letting her know she doesn't have to explain herself.

  “You are not,” he growls, at her more than me.

  I pull her close to me, taking her under my arm to further inform him he's not ordering her around any longer. No man will ever tell Carina what to do while I'm in the room.

  “Yes, Dad, we are.” I feel Carina blossom in confidence beneath my wing.

  “Since when,” he snipes the words out through grinding teeth.

  “Since I came home.”

  “So it's just a holiday thing?” he asks.

  “No. It's not,” I inform him in no uncertain manner.

  Carina peeks up at me from under her feathery lashes. Her eyes are big and filled with excitement. She knows as well as I do the kind of life we can have together.

  “You're old enough to be her father. Let it go.” Todd faces me, deciding to go the man-to-man route.

  “I think we're all well aware of that but if Carina is fine with it, it's her decision surely.”