My Secret Daddy (Daddy Knows Best Book 1)

by Kelly Myers

  William ignored Nate and gave me a look, like “where did you find this guy?”

  I was still too stunned to speak, so I could only raise one shoulder in a delicate shrug.

  “Olivia and I are good friends,” William said.

  I nearly burst into laughter at the look on Nate’s face.

  “In fact, there’s been something of an emergency,” William said. “And I’m afraid I’m going to have to take her just now. She’s needed elsewhere.”

  Nate looked from me to William in confusion. Without waiting for a reply, William smoothly gripped the back of my chair and pulled it out as I stood up.

  I knew he was being rude and domineering. Going with him now went against every single decision I had made in the last few days, but I was so overwhelmed, and the date had been going so badly, I found myself following William out of the restaurant without even a backward glance at Nate.

  Before we left, William stopped at the hostess stand. He handed her his credit card and told her to use it for the meal at our table.

  I gaped up at him as the hostess took the card and whisked it away.

  “You don’t have to,” I said. “Nate can afford it all, he made sure to tell me.”

  William frowned.

  “I don’t want him thinking you owe him a thing just because he paid for your meal,” William said.

  “But now you’ve paid for my meal,” I said. “Do I owe you anything?”

  I didn’t know why I had said it, but I did, and the words came out sounding a little sharp, and a little flirtatious.

  William looked at me for a long moment.

  “Nothing that you don’t want to give,” he said quietly.

  I was rendered speechless again, and I looked down at the floor rather than meet his intense gaze.

  The hostess returned, and William signed the bill.

  “I didn’t even want the wine,” I muttered.

  William smirked, just a little, before opening the door.

  “You look beautiful, by the way,” he said as he led me to a sleek black car parked on the curb.

  I turned and got into the front seat.

  If I had any self-discipline, I would have bid him farewell right then and there. I would have thanked him for rescuing me from a bad date, and then I would have hailed a cab and gone straight to the train station.

  But I was weak, and he was William.

  He took command of the wheel and drove us through the city streets.

  “You drove here?” I asked.

  It struck me that he only lived a few blocks away, and parking was a nightmare in the city.

  William just shrugged. I squinted my eyes.

  “How did you even know where I was?” I asked.

  “I drove to Fairweather Farm first,” he admitted.

  I gasped. I didn’t know if I was mortified or flattered. He had driven all the way up to Connecticut to find me?

  “I had to talk to you,” William said. “But a woman at the farm told me you were on a date, and she gave me the name of the place.”

  “Bridget,” I murmured. “Please tell me you didn’t tell her-”

  “Of course not,” William said. “I told her I was just an old family friend swinging by.”

  I leaned back against the seat. William had probably been convincing, but Bridget would still have questions. She adored any and all gossip.

  William drove the car with confidence, and we sat in silence for long minutes. The lights of the city and the smooth sound of the engine lulled me into a false sense of security.

  Why, when I knew William wasn’t right for me, was he so comfortable to be around?

  “William, where are you taking me?”

  “To your home,” he said. “We need to talk.”

  “No, we don’t,” I said. “You already told me over the phone that you’re not ready to commit, and I can’t be your hook-up or whatever.”

  William took a sharp turn and merged onto the highway.

  “That was not the end of the discussion,” he said.

  “You don’t need to drive me home, you can just drop me off at the train,” I said.

  William let out a short bark of laughter.

  “I am not letting you take the train dressed like that,” he said. “You’d have to fend off men with a stick.”

  “Don’t be so dramatic,” I hissed, although secretly I was flattered he thought so.

  “I’m not being dramatic,” William said. “I’m just telling you what is going to happen.”

  “But-”

  “We are going to get back to your home so we can have the conversation that we should have had the other morning, but you ran away instead.”

  I swallowed and looked down in shame. He was right. I had been running away instead of facing the issue, just because I was embarrassed and afraid.

  “Alright,” I whispered.

  I meekly gave him my address so he could enter it into his Google maps.

  William’s anger instantly evaporated and he deflated a bit. I thought he was going to say something else, but instead he just kept his eyes on the road.

  It was at once the same, and so very different from the other night. He had rescued me that night and led me by the hand back to his apartment. It had all been so exciting, and my whole body had been alive with anticipation.

  Now we sat a good foot apart, and I didn’t anticipate anything good. I was not riding a wave of adrenaline, but rather marching a grim mile toward destruction. I felt like a soldier heading into battle.

  “I’m sorry I left,” I said at last. “It was cowardly.”

  William turned to look at me, and the expression on his face nearly made me weep. There was so much care and concern. He wasn’t angry; he was worried.

  “You have nothing to apologize for,” William said. “I should have made sure we talked as soon as it was done.”

  I turned and looked out the window. We were now speeding by the dark woods outside Westchester. It was usually a ninety-minute drive to where I lived from the city, but William was going so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if we got there much sooner.

  “I don’t regret it,” I said. “I don’t regret it at all.”

  “You don’t?” William asked.

  I looked back at his face, and my heart ached for him. All this time, he had probably been wracked with guilt. And yes, I was hurting over everything we would never have, but I didn’t blame him for that. He couldn’t change who he was, and I wouldn’t want him to. He had been magnificent, and he had treated me well.

  “Not for a second,” I said. “It was perfect.”

  William nodded and stared straight ahead. He knew there was more to this.

  “It just wouldn’t work,” I said. “And if we go on, even if I want to go on, I know it will just end badly.”

  I closed my mouth and turned to look out the window. I didn’t want to say more or else I was going to cry like a little baby. And it didn’t feel right to have the conversation in a moving vehicle.

  William seemed to agree because he fell silent. For a long while, I just looked out the window at the passing darkness.

  I thought about the past week. How there had been one night where for once in my sorry little life I had done what I wanted. Not what my mother wanted, not what Richard wanted. I had acted on my own desires and not felt bad about it.

  And William had respected that. He had encouraged it. He had given me everything I could have wanted for my first time.

  And then I’d run away to hide in my tiny little hole. I had justified my choices by telling myself he didn’t care. He did care. He just couldn’t be what I wanted.

  After over half an hour, William spoke again.

  “Why were you out on a date?” he asked.

  I could hear the tension in his voice. Ignoring his calls had been one thing, but clearly going out with another man had struck him where it hurt. It boggled my mind that my actions could have such an effect on him.

 
“I had to do something,” I said. “To force myself to stop thinking about you.”

  A low growl emitted from somewhere deep in William’s throat, and it sent shivers up and down my spine.

  “You deserve much more than assholes like that guy,” he said.

  “I know,” I said.

  “So why are you trying to settle?”

  William wasn’t shouting, but his voice was raised. He was still angry. His fury seethed deep inside, and he was holding it on a tight leash.

  But I was angry too. I felt he shouldn’t underestimate me. I was young, but I wasn’t stupid.

  “I can’t just sit around pining after you,” I said. “It hurts too much.”

  “I’m trying to help you not hurt,” William said. “I’m trying to take care of you.”

  I scoffed and turned away. To my surprise, we were only a few minutes away from my little house.

  “You can’t take care of me,” I murmured. “You’ll try for a while, but it won’t work.”

  William fell silent, and that terrified me more than his stern words. I sighed and stared at my lap. Just a few more minutes of this agony.

  At last he pulled into my drive. I gazed with relief and a twinge of sadness at my little blue bungalow. It was safe, but I wasn’t happy that I was retreating there once again.

  But it had to be.

  “Thank you for the ride,” I said. “I want you to leave now.”

  I got out of the car and made a beeline for the door.

  I wasn’t shocked when I heard his car door bang as he followed me.

  “I’m not leaving,” he said. “Not until we talk.”

  I pulled open the door, and he followed me in.

  I turned on him and put my hands on my hips. We were on my turf now. This was not his swanky apartment. This was my little living room with the floral couch from Target and my tiny little kitchen where I cooked my own meals for one.

  This was my life, and it didn’t fit in with his. It would never fit in.

  “We have talked,” I said. “It is clear we wouldn’t work.”

  “You don’t know that,” William said.

  “Yes, I do,” I said. “The sex is good, but I don’t just want a daddy – I want more than that.”

  William stood stock-still. I didn’t think he ever expected me to be so blunt about the sex, but I was emboldened.

  “You’ll get tired of me eventually, and embarrassed too, probably,” I said. “I don’t fit into your life. You have to let me go.”

  I turned toward my bedroom. I wanted to shed the black satin dress, get into my comfiest pajamas and curl up under my paisley quilt.

  William grabbed my arm, and his touch sent electric shocks coursing through me. I had lied about one thing. Sex with him wasn’t just good, it was amazing. I wanted to call him daddy again and have him touch me all over.

  “I will not let you go,” William said, his voice deep and determined. “You belong to me and no one else.”

  I looked up at him with wide eyes. He leaned over me, his tall frame seeming too big for my little house. He was like the wolf who burst in on the three little pigs. He could blow me and my whole house down if he wanted.

  I felt my resolve melting away, just because of the way he looked at me.

  This time I kissed him. One minute I was half-heartedly trying to pull away, and the next I was leaning into him and planting a kiss on his mouth, trying to put all my pent-up emotion into that one action.

  He seized my waist and held me against him. He kissed me back with fervor and far more aggression than he had the first night. I didn’t mind. Everything had been new and fragile that night, but now we were riled up. We both had spent days wanting the other but not being able to act on it.

  He pushed me back against the wall, and I gasped as his hands moved all over me; down my torso and over my hips and then back up to the curves of my breasts. Every place he touched burned for him.

  I felt braver this time as well. Before, I had just let him take the lead into this strange new territory. Now I ventured to touch him as well. I moved my hands down over his firm chest and abs until I reached the buckle of his pants.

  Quick as could be, William pulled away. He seized my wrists in both hands and stepped back.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped.

  My lips were swollen and aching to kiss him more. And down at my core, I throbbed with desire.

  “Do you really want this?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “I do.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  I nodded and widened my eyes. I didn’t care anymore. Tomorrow my worries would return, but for now, I just wanted to be held by him.

  “You won’t run away again?” he asked. “You’ll talk?”

  “I can’t run away,” I said with a small smile. “I live here.”

  Wicked humor flashed through William’s eyes.

  “Beg me,” he said. “Beg me to take you again.”

  My own lips curved up into a smile. I tugged my wrists out of his grip and took another step back so he could see me fully. Then I kicked my shoes off. He followed my every moment as I reached up and unzipped my dress. It slipped off me in a whoosh of cool fabric.

  William inhaled sharply as he ran his eyes over my bare skin, covered only by a lacy black bra and panties. I had figured I wouldn’t go home with Nate, but I had still worn nice underwear. It seemed the date-like thing to do. Now I was glad William could see me like this. I savored the way his eyes worshipped me.

  Then I dropped to my knees before him.

  “Please, Daddy,” I whispered. “Please fuck me.”

  I could tell he was aroused. I could see his erection pressing against his pants, and I was thrilled to know that I had caused it.

  William dropped to his knees as well and put one hand under my chin.

  “Take off my shirt,” he said.

  I reached my eager fingers up to his buttons and wiggled closer to him as I undid them. Soon he was bare-chested, and I moved my hands to his belt buckle without him having to ask. As I pushed his pants down, I ran my hand over his cock, just to see what it felt like. I shivered at the hardness.

  William let out a moan before grabbing my waist and pulling me to my feet. He kicked off his shoes and pants and started pushing me backward, toward my bedroom.

  He was so masculine, I had never been able to picture him inside my little bedroom with the flowers painted on the wall and the lacy white curtains. But somehow it worked. Somehow he belonged there.

  We fell onto the bed, and William began fondling my breasts. I arched with pleasure and moaned his name. He rewarded me by pushing my bra aside and lavishing his tongue on my pert nipple.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” William asked. “You have to ask for it.”

  I ran my hands over his toned arms.

  “I want you to kiss me down there again,” I said.

  I should have been mortified. It had always been hard for me to talk about sex, a result of being raised by my strict mother.

  But I wasn’t. I trusted William with all my secrets and dirty desires.

  “You have to ask your daddy the right way,” William murmured as he nipped at my earlobe.

  I sat up and squirmed out of my panties. Then I turned to him, still lounging on the bed.

  “Please daddy,” I said. “Please kiss me down there.”

  With a grin, William pulled himself up from the bed. He pulled me to a standing position as well. Then he began to kiss me all over, moving his hands and mouth up and down my upright body.

  He fell to his knees and gripped my bottom with his hands.

  “You’ve been avoiding me though,” William said as he swirled his tongue into my belly button. “Should your daddy really reward that kind of behavior?”

  “Please,” I said. “I’ll be good from now on, Daddy, I promise.”

  “That’s my good little girl,” he said.

  Then he nudged my thighs
apart and began to lick me where I was already sopping wet for him. I ran my fingers through his thick salt and pepper hair and let out a groan of delight.

  He teased and sucked and licked until I couldn’t think anymore, I could only feel. My legs started to quiver, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to to remain standing for much longer.

  “Oh, please,” I gasped.

  Then he slipped a finger inside me, and I lost all control over my body. I whimpered and started to fall back, but before I did, William caught me with his arm. He stood up, but kept his fingers down to stroke my clit.

  He pulled me toward the bed.

  “I want you to be on top,” he said. “Do you think you would like that?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Yes.”

  I didn’t even hesitate. I just knew I wanted him in me, and it didn’t matter how.

  William lay back, and I straddled him. His cock was firm and steady against me.

  “Just lower yourself down onto me,” he said. “That’s a good girl.”

  I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed myself up and back, until his tip pressed against my entrance. Slowly I lowered myself, and I gasped when he entered me, bit by bit.

  “Good girl,” he said. “You’re such a good girl.”

  And then he was fully embedded in me, and his cock was pressing against a part of me that was so deep, I hadn’t known it existed.

  “Now ride me,” he said.

  I didn’t know what he meant, but my body did. I started to move atop him, causing him to groan in pleasure. I sped up and gripped the hair on his chest tighter as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

  I felt his manhood stroke against a spot inside me that sent sparks off in my head. I gasped and arched above him.

  “Oh my god,” I cried out. “Oh my god.”

  William gripped my hips and bucked beneath me, trying to push me further into the abyss.

  I lost all words and just cried out again and again as he plunged deeper and deeper.

  I hit my climax hard, and tipped my head back and screamed. A moment later, I felt William quiver beneath me as he exploded inside and joined me in the orgasm.

  We moved together as one, and our gasps mingled in the air above my bed.

  When I had rode out every inch of my orgasm, I collapsed beside him.

  He instantly wrapped his arms around me and held me close.