My Last First Kiss: A Single Father Secret Baby Novel

by Weston Parker

  I laughed. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” he said, cupping my face and kissing me gently. “Forever.”

  “Forever,” I repeated.

  I definitely got my happy ending.

  The End

  Author Note: Hope you enjoyed that. It’s an old one for us that we tried publishing under a new name, but it didn’t go too well, so we’ll moving all of these stories back to me and Ali. She writes like a crazy person, and I plot until I can’t see straight. We appreciate you. Enjoy our exclusive Bad Boy Collection as well. Just call into work and stay up all night... we do!

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  Weekend Ride

  Chapter 1

  Harper

  The warm wind blew my hair as I rode toward a new landscape, the country so far out of my comfort zone, but what choice did I have? New York was home. It was comfortable. I could get lost in the middle of a huge crowd where no one knew my past or the mistakes I'd made.

  Having come from the west coast and growing up on the water, the northeast was perfect. It was nothing like home. It kept the memories at bay.

  "I hope this is what I need. Seems counterintuitive." I let out a long sigh, talking out loud to myself. It had been a hell of a month, one I wouldn't forget for a long time, if ever.

  So many mistakes. All of them my fault.

  My mother's voice echoed in my head, "You ride the wrong jet to the moon, and it's your own damn fault when you get stuck."

  Power. Greed. Money.

  They were my gods after losing so much in my younger life. They were consistent and created a clear path to achieving temporary fame and substantial pleasure. So much pleasure, but the wrong kind. I didn't know another one.

  My poor sister had taken the high road after the accident, turning into a philanthropist in her medical practice. There wasn't anyone she wouldn't help, and most of the time, she did it for nickels and dimes. She belonged in a small town in the heart of Kentucky where people were good enough not to take full advantage of a giving stranger.

  Three years.

  I hadn't seen Nora in three years. It was better that way. We were both intellects and usually ended up fighting over what we couldn't control. Love, life, death, lust. Neither of us was content in our lives, but it wasn't for trying.

  My marriage with Peter was over before it begun.

  He was a sweetheart, a caring, loving man with too much of a willingness to hand over his balls. He was safe and a comfort I needed after leaving California, but it was damned from the start.

  I'd always been aggressive, straight forward and a dominant force to deal with. None of the men in my past measured up, but maybe my measuring stick was too long. It was based on the type of man my father was.

  Strong. Daring. Bold as fuck.

  Tears burned my eyes as I jerked the wheel and headed down the long dirt road that would leave to my sister's white picket fence. We pretended to be happy, but we were both dying inside. Nora just hid it behind her family practice, giving medicine her love, devotion and time.

  I'd tried, but every time a new patient came in for counseling, I became more and more jaded. People had problems. So the fuck what? We all did.

  It was a horrible outlook for someone called to save lives through counseling. I wanted to feel needed, important, and being a private counselor for the rich and famous was my ticket to all the above. Too bad it took more than a listening ear and set of steps to find fulfillment. There had to be more to it than the clinical bullshit I'd swallowed in my early twenties.

  Having lost my first patient to suicide the last week left me wanting to run. Run anywhere. Anywhere that I could get lost. Nora didn't know of my failure, nor would she. It was my horrible little secret and maybe if I ran fast enough or hard enough... it would all disappear in the rear-view mirror.

  I came up from my thoughts and slammed on the breaks, almost passing up Nora's driveway. I let out a soft growl and turned left, saying a soft prayer as I parked the car.

  Two weeks. I'd taken a two-week absence to get away from everything, but had I done the right thing? My sister was invasive, caring, so fucking smart.

  The front door opened, and I resigned myself to being stuck.

  I got out and forced a smile on my face. "Hey, you."

  "Sis." Her smile widened as she half-jogged across the yard.

  Not wanting to look like an insensitive ass, I moved in front of the car and pulled her into a tight hug. "How are you? You look just like mom, I swear."

  She laughed and moved back, a soft smile playing on her lips. She was beautiful. Feminine. Everything I didn't feel like most of the time. Her long blond hair was pulled up in a messy bun, her blue eyes striking. Just like momma's had always been.

  "And you look like daddy." She reached up and touched the side of my face. "You haven't been sleeping."

  "Oh, Lord. Don't start analyzing me. I'm here for a break from the norm." I turned and walked to the back of the car as the sound of a motorcycle caught my attention. I hadn't been on the back of one since I was a kid. Now in my early thirties, there's no way in hell I would ride one. It felt silly. Childish.

  "Hey." Nora moved up and wagged her eyebrows. "So the guy next door is someone you're going to want to check out."

  "Oh yeah?" I tucked a strand of my long brown hair behind my ear and glanced down the road, not quite yet able to make out the guy riding our way. "You got a bad boy biker living next door to you out here in the country?"

  "Yeah, but as you can see... he's loaded." She lifted her hand and motioned for me to check out his property.

  A huge white mansion sat on a long piece of property, purple and white flowers running up the length of the driveway. The trees were well-groomed and landscape gorgeous even for the middle of March.

  "Wow. How the hell did I miss that?" I pulled out my bag and moved so that my sister could get the other one. The humming of the motorcycle grew louder and louder.

  "No clue. Lost in thought?" My sister lugged the bigger of the two bags up beside me and stopped. "The older brother is Luke and the younger, Tanner. He's a cock and a half."

  "In a good way?" I glanced over at my sister, teasing her, which she hated.

  "Really? Gross. I see enough penises in my practice." She shook her head and turned as the biker pulled into the driveway beside Nora's. He lifted his hand and pulled off his helmet.

  "I hate that word," I mumbled as my heart thudded hard in my chest. Wow was all I could think, but I sure as hell wasn't saying it. The guy was close enough to read my lips.

  His thick forearms were covered in tattoos and dirt, his face dusted with a short beard that framed the most perfect lips I'd seen. My body reacted violently, leaving me wanting to pant.

  Stop it. Good grief.

  "Nora. How are you?" He lifted up a little and ran his dirty fingers through a mop of light brown hair as he smiled.

  My sister's voice was steady, strong. She didn't find him attractive. Not on a physical-fuck-you-all-night level. Always the intellect first.

  "I'm good, Luke. This is my older sister, Harper." She reached over and touched my back, rubbing softly. "She'll be staying for a few weeks."

  His smile widened, and I wanted so badly to walk toward him. I needed to know the color of his eyes. Every cell in my body screamed for contact, to be awakened by him. When was the last time I wanted carnality? I couldn't remember a time before that moment.

  What the hell was wrong with me.

  "Nice to meet you, Harper. Don't mind my little brother. You'll see him around here soon, I'm sure. He's the prick that gave my family name the taint it has. Steer clear of him, and you'll be alright." He winked at me, waved at Nora and drove down the long dusty road that leads to his mansion.

  "He's rich?" I glanced over at my sister, who was smiling a little too hard. "He's way to calm and humble from what I can tell."

  "Yeah. They're loaded, but you wouldn't know it by the way he acts."

/>   "He's beautiful." I picked up my bag and walked toward the door. "Does he ever ride that bike without his shirt on?"

  She snorted and moved up the stairs beside me. "He does a lot of things shirtless. But just remember, you're only here for two weeks."

  "Well, unlike you, I don't see naked men every day." I wagged my eyebrows and tried to slow the frantic fluttering in my chest and between my thighs. I hadn't been that turned on since college.

  "I'm telling you now, the naked men I get to see aren't the ones you'd be panting after."

  "I'm not panting." I moved in as she closed the door.

  "No? Listen." She pursed her lips as the soft sound of someone gasping for air filled up the living room. It was me.

  I was in trouble. Big trouble. Two weeks wouldn't be nearly enough for the thoughts racing through my head. So many things to experience and so little time.

  "Is he single?"

  She laughed. "No clue. Ask him."

  I planned to.

  Chapter 2

  Luke

  "That you?" Tanner called out from somewhere deep in the house as I walked in and closed the door around me.

  I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes. If I listened hard enough, I could almost hear my mother laughing in the kitchen, my father chuckling right next to her. Had they really been gone fifteen years? Seemed odd.

  "Yeah. I picked up some meat for dinner." I moved from my spot at the front door and walked into the kitchen, not sure what I would find. My younger brother played the rich asshole part much better than I did, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was with my folks when we were still in poverty, but not Tanner. He'd known nothing but wealth.

  My father striking oil in Texas had changed everything in some respects and nothing in others.

  "Was Nora out watering her plants?" His dark brown eyes lit up as a smirk played along his lips.

  I gave him a sideways glance, rolling my eyes and dropping the sack in my hand on the counter. Something about the pretty doctor next door had my brother in knots. "She was outside, but was too busy helping her sister unpack the car."

  "Sister?" The interest in his voice hit me wrong.

  The pretty woman standing beside Nora as I drove up the long windy country road to the house still played in my mind's eye. She was busty, her hips thick and breasts large. My cock twitched at the thought of how nice it would be to sink down against her in my big four-post bed upstairs. It had been a few months since I'd been with a woman, and even longer since I'd let one love me.

  "They're intellects." I turned to face him and unwrapped the package in front of me. "She'd figure out your antics in no time." I smiled, loving the scowl that formed on his face. "Much like Nora already did."

  "She's a prude." He shrugged before crossing his arms over his thick chest. "She'd love the fuck outta me if she'd just give me a chance."

  "And then you'd take advantage of her and walk away. People can smell a rat from a mile away, Tanner. Don't be a dick. You're getting far too old for that shit." I glanced down and waited for his rebuttal, but it never came.

  Instead, he turned and walked out onto the back patio, leaving the door open behind him. His voice was nothing more than a faint whisper as he glanced over his shoulder. "Beer's out here if you want one."

  I nodded and watched him for a few minutes as he leaned against the railing on the back porch. The big hill we were on forced my parents to build a four-story house on one side, and three stories on the other. It would one day belong to me, but not until Tanner found himself and decided where he wanted his life to go. Being rich was about as far as he'd gotten thus far.

  I busied myself with preparing the meat before slicing some veggies and potatoes. My thoughts danced around Nora's sister. I had been close enough to take her in, and from what I could see, I knew one thing. I wanted to know more. She had a story, but then again, we all did.

  The soft lines at the sides of her eyes and the hint of sadness in her gaze left me with the conclusion that she wasn't on vacation but getting away from something or someone.

  "Hey." My brother's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

  "What?" I glanced up and moved back, picking up the plate of steaks and walking toward the back door.

  "Nothing. Just wanted to make sure you didn't have something to tell me. You were rubbing that steak like it was your after-dinner treat." He lifted his eyebrow before taking a drink of his beer.

  "No clue what the hell that means." I snorted and walked past him. He might be in his late twenties, but he acted all of fifteen on a good day.

  "Sure you do, but whatever." He closed the door behind me. "You still planning on entering the chili cook-off tomorrow?"

  "Yep. You coming up there?" I opened the grill, a little surprised to find that Tanner had started the coals.

  "I guess." He dropped down in a lawn chair next to me. "I need to get the fuck outta here, Luke. The cows and rodeos and quiet are driving me bonkers. Let's go on a trip. We have more money than the whole fucking state put together. Come on. I'll pay."

  I chuckled and dropped the steaks on the grill, enjoying the sound of them sizzling. "I love it here, man. This peace," I glanced around as warmth filled my chest, "the serenity and stillness are what I'm all about."

  "Boring!" He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. "You don't dream of bright lights and busy streets? People everywhere and the opportunity to be someone important?"

  We were like night and day. Always had been.

  "No." I closed the grill and walked to the edge of the porch, leaning over and looking back at Nora's place. "I want to work the land out here, help the town when I can, and eventually get married and raise a family." I looked over my shoulder at him. "I've got too much of mom in me."

  "Yeah, you do." He brushed his hands down his face. "Maybe I'll steal Dr. Nora Adam's heart and beg her to leave to go to the city with me. You think she would?"

  I laughed and turned a little to watch the sunset. "Not a chance, man. She's a smart girl and knows all of your tricks."

  "You think she's a virgin?"

  "No clue. Don't care." I turned to face my brother. "Now her older sister most certainly isn't."

  "Tell me more about this older woman."

  "She's not older. Hell, I bet she's your age." I walked back over to the grill. "She's beautiful, but something is haunting her."

  "Haunting her?" He chuckled. "You sound like you're eighty."

  "Do I?" I opened the grill and breathed in deeply. "She didn't come all the way to the middle of the country to see her sister."

  "Why would you think that?"

  "Because Nora's lived out here by us for the last three years, and I've never seen anyone visit her."

  "She's a recluse." He gave me a comical look. "Maybe it's best that I keep my dick in my pants. She might be one of those crazy cat ladies that just hasn't figured out she likes cats."

  "You're an idiot." I flipped the steaks and knelt to get a beer. "I think you'd better keep your junk in your trunk namely because she's seen the size of everyone's shit here in town. You're not exactly going to win any prizes at the county fair for size."

  "What?" He sat up, his voice dropping as I laughed.

  "You heard me. Shrimp-dick." I moved back and lifted my arms out to the side. "Hey. It's okay. You can't help it that you got the short end of the stick."

  "Oh fuck no." He got up and grabbed the baseball bat beside him, moving toward me with excitement in his eyes. "I forgot to tell you how much I hated you today."

  "Never. I'm all you got, buddy." I reached out and tugged the bat from him, popping him in the thigh with it. "And did you ever think about courting Nora? Not everyone wants to be fucked on the first date, Tanner. She's a lady, and a good one."

  "How do you know so much about the pretty doctor?" He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side. "And don't burn my steak."

  "She's a friend of mine, and you'd know a lot about her too
if you just paid a little bit of attention." I handed him the tongs. "You think you can cook it better? Have at it, you little shit."

  "Little?" He grabbed the tongs and turned to face the grill, pulling it open again. "I'm as big as you, and we're measuring our dicks tonight. I'm pretty sure you're the one lacking. Old ass."

  "Old?" I drank down half of my beer before walking back into the house. My brother would always be my best friend. No one else could stand him much, but he was the only family I had, and one day he would grow up. A woman would force him to.

  Funny enough, I had bets that it would be the one next door.

  "Hey. I gotta take this call." He walked in and lifted his phone.

  "Steaks still on the grill?"

  "Yeah. Sorry." He jogged to the front and walked out of the house as I grumbled and walked to the back. The shadow of someone in a long skirt caught my attention. "Harper?"

  "Oh." She stopped dead in her tracks just to the right of the house and shrugged innocently. "I'm so sorry. I was lost in thought and just wondered over this way. Forgive me."

  "Nothing to forgive. Feel free to walk all over this property. We own it for as far as your eye can see. Just be careful as it gets dark. The critters come out." My stomach tightened as she wrapped her arms around her chest and smiled. Beautiful. Lost. A dormant part of me woke up.

  I wanted to know what lay behind her unsure smile and needy gaze. A divorce? A death? Both?

  "Well, sorry to bother you." She breathed in deeply and reached up to tuck a strand of long hair behind her ears only to have the wind pull it back out to play with it. "Smells good."

  "Steak. You wanna come in for dinner?"

  "No, but thank you." She turned and walked back toward her house, lifting her hand and waving as she went.

  The shawl across her narrow shoulders made her appear so much more innocent than I was sure she was. Still, there was no denying the truth. She might only be in town for two weeks, but I wanted to hear my name on her lips a few times before she left.