Daddy's Best Friend

by Olivia T. Turner

  Candice deserves a real man.

  A real man who will touch her properly. A real man who will treasure and treat her like the angel that she is.

  A real man like me.

  The police station is up ahead and I can barely contain myself. My heart is hammering in my chest as the intense feelings start to crush me.

  The thought of her in jail is starting to make me crazy. I want to smash through the wall with my car and slit the throats of all the cops who thought that they could lock my angel up like an animal. The need to protect her is surging through my veins. I take a deep breath as I squeeze the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turn white.

  But I want more than just to protect her. I want to own her.

  I want to bring her back to my place and never let her go. I want to make her mine. I want to claim her.

  “Control yourself,” I whisper out loud as I burn another red light on my way to her. “This is going too far.”

  But somehow it feels like it hasn’t gone far enough.

  She isn’t mine, yet, and I should go as far as I have to go to make that a reality.

  The hairs on my tattooed arms raise when I see the police station in the distance. I can’t get there fucking fast enough.

  I burn through a red light and pull up onto the grass. I throw the car into park not wanting to waste precious seconds that I could be with Candice on finding a parking spot.

  The policeman at the reception desk whips his head up from the book that he’s reading as I burst into the station like the world is on fire.

  Candice is in trouble and needs saving, which means that my world is on fire.

  “Candice Murphy. Where is she?” My voice is rough and firm. The cop doesn’t like it.

  “How about a please?” he says, taking off his reading glasses. He shoves a book under his desk.

  This man is reading while Candice is behind bars? I clench my hands into fists as I stare him down. An image of me grabbing his gun and putting a bullet in his head for keeping my Candice locked up flashes through my mind.

  I take a step back and breathe nice and slow, trying to calm the raging inside. Violence isn’t going to help this situation.

  “Get me, Candice Murphy. Please.” I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice nice and steady.

  “That’s better,” he says, giving me a forced smile. He turns to the computer on his desk and starts typing. “Are you here to bail her out?”

  “Yes.”

  “The bail is twenty-five thousand dollars,” he says, blinking at me. “Would you like to call a bail bondsman?”

  I pull out my wallet and toss an American Express black card on the reception desk. His eyes widen as he takes it, turning it around in his fingers to admire the thick metal card. “This will work.”

  “Hurry up.”

  He stops and turns to me, not liking my attitude one bit, but the look that I’m giving him makes him drop his eyes and hurry away.

  I pace around the entrance like a caged beast, wanting to tear the walls down to get to her. There are empty chairs in here but I’m too amped up to sit. The excitement of seeing her again is too much to handle.

  In a few minutes, she’s going to be in my car again. We’ll be alone, again.

  The thought alone makes my muscles quiver. It makes heat flush through my tense body.

  I’ve wanted her for so long. Ever since Brian’s wedding when I saw her in that pink dress. I was instantly hard when I saw her tight body, fresh out of puberty with all of those new soft curves that I desperately wanted to explore.

  She was so fucking innocent. I wondered if she had ever been touched in the way that I was fantasizing about. I wanted to be her first. I wanted to break her cherry.

  My cock ached as I spoke with her, watching her silky pink tongue dart around behind those luscious pink lips and straight white teeth.

  Then we danced. It was too close. People were watching out of the corners of their eyes but I didn’t care. I knew what they were thinking: I shouldn’t have been dancing with her like that. I totally agreed, yet I couldn’t stop myself. She felt too good in my arms.

  I can still remember the coconut smell of her hair and how it made my dick painfully hard. I went out to the pharmacy and smelled dozens of shampoos before I found the one that she used. For months, I rubbed it on my cock in the shower and jerked off, thinking of her as I smelled her scent.

  How many times have I jerked off to the image of her on the back of my eyelids?

  I don’t know the number but it’s got to be in the four figures. At least.

  The cop returns with Candice and my heart stops in my chest when I see her.

  “Here you go,” the cop says with a laugh. “Twenty-five thousand dollars buys you a brand new criminal.”

  I would spend a million on her.

  She looks even more stunning than I remember. I was worried that all of this fantasizing and dreaming of her was just building up an image of her in my mind that no girl could possibly live up to, but that’s not the case at all.

  Candice is perfect.

  Her brown hair falls around her gorgeous face, framing it as her doe-like green eyes lock onto mine under her lush, dark lashes.

  All of the other distractions melt away, the smirking cop, the ringing phones, the radio in the background, they’re all gone. How can I focus on anything with an angel standing in front of me?

  Her eyes drop to the floor. I’m not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or because she feels uncomfortable with the intense way that I’m staring at her.

  I start to get lightheaded as I drag my eyes down her sweet body. She’s dressed up like she was at a party and the thought of her around drunk frat guys makes my teeth start grinding.

  “Fuck,” I mutter. She’s wearing a low-cut crop top with her big tits pouring out the top and a short skirt that skims the curve of her hips.

  She’s hypnotizing. Utterly perfect.

  The cop pulls out his keys and begins to unlock the cuffs behind her back.

  “Ow,” she whines. He’s too rough with her.

  Before I know it, I’m rushing forward with murder on my mind.

  She pulls her hands free and stops me before the cop sees the nasty intention on my face. “Thank you for coming,” she says softly. She has her palm on my chest. I wonder if she can feel how hard my heart is beating for her.

  I just grab her wrist with a firm grip and pull her out the door. I’m acting like a lunatic as I practically drag her to my car but I don’t care. I won’t be able to relax until she’s safe at my house where I can keep my eye on her.

  I open the door for her and she slides into the passenger’s seat. I have a perfect view of her cleavage as I stand over her and it takes everything I have not to rip off her clothes at that instant. The only thing stopping me is the thought of someone seeing her and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let any other man lay his eyes on her naked tits.

  No one is ever going to see her naked again but me. She’s the most precious, perfect, innocent little thing I’ve ever seen in my life and from now on she’s mine and mine alone.

  Stop.

  I close the door and slowly walk around the car, taking deep breaths with every step.

  This is Brian’s little girl. You can’t.

  But still, even if she is my best friend’s daughter, I’ve seen the way she looks at me. I’ve seen the desire behind those sparkling green eyes.

  She wants me too.

  No.

  This has gone on too far.

  You’re losing control.

  It’s not right to have these thoughts.

  I take a deep breath as I open my door, trying to think of my best friend and how all of this would make him feel. What it would do to him.

  My chest is burning as I step into the car. The inside is filled with her candy scent, making me harder than ever.

  I close my eyes and turn the car on, never looking at her once.

  How can I not ac
t on these feelings?

  But it’s my best friend’s daughter.

  I have to try.

  3

  Candice

  Oh no.

  It’s so awkward in here.

  Logan keeps shifting around, looking furious. He peels out of the police station like he just robbed a bank and is leaving with a fortune.

  He’s upset.

  And why shouldn’t he be? He hasn’t heard from me in two years and out of the blue I call him in the middle of the night and ask him to bail me out of jail. Of course, he’s pissed.

  I lean back so that I can look at him out of the corner of my eyes. He’s so hot. His arms are bigger than the last time I saw him, like he’s been hitting the gym more. His sleeves end high on his arm, showing off his big tattooed biceps and the curved line of his panty melting triceps. I squeeze my legs closed as I feel wetness pooling between them. I’ve pictured this moment so many times, sitting beside Logan in his car, but it wasn’t like this.

  He never looked mad in my fantasies.

  His posture is so rigid as he sits straight up in the seat with his eyes on the road. He’s breathing heavy and he still hasn’t said a word.

  “I’m sorry.” It comes out as a timid whisper.

  He turns his head abruptly and looks at me with piercing dark eyes that send shivers ripping through me. He’s so intense. He looks furious.

  I’ve been planning this for so long but I fucked it all up. I’ve had a crush on him forever and now, any slim chance that I had is gone.

  I even named my vibrator Logan after him. “Logan,” I always moan as I fuck myself with it, pretending it’s his cock.

  “You can just drop me off here,” I say, feeling awful. My stomach is nauseous and I just want to run home and hide under my covers in embarrassment. “I’ll take the bus home and I’ll pay you the money tomorrow.”

  “No. You’re staying at my place tonight.”

  His voice is gruff. Deep, raspy and full of sex and lust. It makes my pussy pulse in response.

  I swallow hard as it gets hot inside the car. Electricity sizzles through the air, threatening to burn us both.

  His big arms flex as he squeezes the steering wheel and I gulp. Arousal swirls through me, settling between my legs.

  I want him so bad.

  But he won’t ever want me. I’m just a girl to him and he’s a real man. He’ll only ever look at me like I’m Brian’s little girl.

  He flies through two stop signs without saying another word.

  “Are you going to tell my Dad?”

  He shakes his head, still not even looking at me. Still not saying a word.

  I’d rather he yell and scream at me, or give me a speech about how I let myself and my family down, rather than give me the silent treatment.

  This is too much to bear.

  I’ve waited so long to see him and having him ignore me is breaking my heart.

  I gulp as I turn to him. “Are you mad?”

  “Mad?” The car swerves as he jerks his head toward me, looking shocked. His arms are so jacked as he holds onto the wheel like he doesn’t trust himself to let his hands go free around me. “I would never be mad at you.”

  My breath quickens at the softness of his voice.

  “I’m just glad that you’re okay.” He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

  “I am now.”

  Our eyes meet and I can feel my nipples harden under my bra. There’s so much sexual tension in the car that I’m worried it’s going to short circuit the engine.

  I feel like I owe him an explanation and when I start talking, the words just pour out of me. I was drinking in a park with some friends when Matt, a guy from my psychology class started to get hammered. He was all over me and trying to get me drunk. He started getting physical when I refused to drink so I broke a beer bottle over his head. That’s when he called the cops.

  Logan hasn’t moved an inch since I started the story. The only thing moving in his chest as it violently rises up and down with each savage breath.

  “What’s his name?” he asks with a harsh voice. His nostrils are flaring as he turns to me, giving him a possessive carnal look that just turns me on even more.

  He looks like he’s going to kill him. Matt just had too much to drink and I already let him have it with a broken beer bottle over his head but I’m not about to argue with Logan when he’s looking at me with such intensity in his eyes. “Matt Cialdini.”

  I watch with wide eyes as he mouths the name, cementing it into his memory. To do what with, I don’t want to know.

  It’s just what drunk college boys do sometimes. They can’t handle their alcohol or their testosterone.

  Logan would never do that; try to get me drunk and force himself onto me.

  I’m so sick of drunk college boys who have no idea how to act around a woman. None of them can compare to Logan. That’s why I saved myself for him.

  Those immature frat boys have nothing on him.

  “He won’t bother you again,” he says, brushing his eyes over my body. I blush as his intensely hungry look takes me all in, from my legs to my breasts and then coming back to my face.

  I’m not creeped out at all to be the focus of his hungry eyes. I get excited by them, especially when he shifts in his seat, getting hard at what he saw.

  Maybe I’m not the only one having fantasies.

  I always thought that my feelings for him were too strong to be one sided. There had to be something coming back from his direction.

  It was a good idea to call him. I should have known that he wouldn’t be mad. He’ll always take my side. He’ll always have my back.

  He told me once and I believed him; he’ll always be there for me.

  He will always save me.

  Tonight was the first time that I’d ever felt like someone was really there for me. Logan was there for me.

  And when we get back to his place, I’ll be there for him.

  4

  Logan

  I’m slipping.

  I have to get out of this car. I can’t breathe.

  Every breath I take makes me shiver. She smells like candy. So sweet and innocent. It’s filling me with a desperate need for her, one that I’m not sure if I can control.

  I try to keep my eyes on the road but it’s so hard with her young supple body bouncing around with every bump in the road. I want to stare at her for hours. I want to put her under a spotlight and admire every inch, crease, and curve of her.

  “Thanks for not being mad at me,” she says. Her voice is sugary-sweet like her name. “I was worried that my dad would find out.”

  “Your father won’t find out about anything that happens between us.” My voice catches in my throat. I don’t know if she reads between the lines but I just have to throw that out there. I don’t want her thinking that I’m going to run off to tell her daddy if she wants to cross any lines.

  “Thank you,” she says, resting her hand on mine. “For coming to get me.”

  I release my stranglehold on the steering wheel and my arm drops to my side, resting on the middle console. Her soft hand is still on mine, rubbing tiny circles with her thumb.

  My cock throbs with her touch. Her eyes dart down to my crotch but she doesn’t move her hand away.

  What does that mean?

  She clearly saw that my cock was rock hard and she wasn’t frightened or weirded out. Maybe this obsession of mine is two sided.

  “Like I told you,” I say, turning my hand so that her palm falls against mine. Our fingers lace together and I turn to her with love and desire pouring out of every word that I say to her. “I will always be there for you when you need me. Anytime. For anything.”

  Her cheeks flush the prettiest pink as she looks down at our hands.

  “I’ll always be here to protect you.”

  “I know,” she says, leaning over. She hugs my arm and rests her cheek on it. My dick can’t get any harder.

 
We’re almost home, which is a good thing because I’m completely distracted and I want to save her from any danger, even my bad driving.

  I just can’t get the image of that young punk forcing himself on this angel out of my mind. Matt Cialdini. He’s a fucking dead man.

  I’m already fantasizing about what I’ll do to him for even having the gall to look in my Candice’s direction. One thing is for sure, he won’t ever look at her again once I’m done with him.

  We arrive at the house and Candice sits up in her seat. “This is your house?”

  I hope she likes it. My stomach rolls as I try to read her reaction. Would she want to live in it?

  “It’s so cute,” she says, breaking out into a smile. “I love the front porch.”

  How many times have I sat on that front porch wishing that she was beside me?

  Too many times.

  But now it’s going to be a reality.

  I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

  We both get out of the car and I keep my distance from her as we walk to the front door. The touching in the car was inappropriate.

  I have to keep myself under control.

  This is my best friend’s daughter. She’s supposed to be off limits.

  The street is dark. The neighborhood is sleeping.

  There’s nobody to hear what will go on in the house.

  “Is this your idea of control?” I mutter to myself as I pull out the key. There’s no hope. I lost control when it comes to this girl a long time ago.

  “What was that?” she asks, holding her hands in front of her as she looks at me.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  “Nothing,” I mumble, shaking my head.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind me staying here for the night?” she asks, looking timid. “I can go back to my dorm.”

  The thought of her sleeping alone with drunk horny college boys around her nearly makes me lose it. Protective feelings well up inside me as I look at her flawless face.

  I don’t want any of those guys looking at her. I don’t want any guy looking at her.