Valentine's Daddy To Go: A Holiday Bad Boy Romance (The To Go Series Book 6)

by S. C. Adams

  I break our kiss to look him in the eye. I have my own idea for making this day a whole lot better.

  Scooting back on his lap, I give myself access to the top of his jeans. His bulge is fully apparent, ready for me to let it out.

  “Is that my Valentine’s Day gift?” I ask coyly, biting my lip. I don’t wait for his answer, cupping him tightly. Nash grunts, adjusting his position on the bed.

  “It is,” he rasps. I smile while unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He lifts his ass, so I can pull his jeans and underwear down. His huge shaft springs out, veins running down the length. The head is an angry purple with liquid leaking out the top.

  When I wrap my fingers around Nash, he winces slightly. I give him a few soft pumps before wrapping my lips around his head, bringing his rod into my mouth.

  “Fuck, Nellie,” he groans while shifting my hair out of the way. I swirl my tongue around, filling my mouth up with his taste. His musky scent fills up my nostrils, sending throbs down to my clit.

  “Mmm, I love how my Valentine’s Day gift tastes, Nash. It’s better than chocolate.”

  He merely groans, his eyes closed and body taut.

  “You’re doing such a good job, baby,” the alpha male rasps as I suck him off. I bob my head up and down, moving his rod in my mouth, his thickness sliding in and out. More male virility leaks out, and I lick it off, swallowing and reveling in his taste.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck. We’ve got to stop before I explode into the mischievous mouth of yours,” Nash grunts. I pull off and lick my lips, using my finger to wipe up any seed that escaped. I slip my finger between my lips, moaning as I lick it clean.

  “Jesus Christ,” Nash rumbles, staring at me with hunger. When I’m done with my little show, I move back up Nash’s lap and get up on my knees.

  I steady myself by placing both hands of his shoulders. Nash holds his huge hardness upright as I bring my body down, my pussy swallowing him up.

  I let out a high-pitched sound as he’s buried deep inside of me.

  “Yeah, just like that baby,” he grunts. “Slide up and down like a good girl.”

  I get him all the way inside of me, and then Nash grabs onto my hips. There’s been about thirty pounds more to grab ever since Bree was born, but that hasn’t changed how Nash feels about me. I think he might actually like it, to be honest. He’s always commenting on how much fuller my ass is, and how my breasts are bigger and juicier.

  I move my hips, gyrating against Nash’s pelvis. I move slowly, getting the perfect angle to rub my nub along the edges of Nash’s shaft. My sensitive bud is stimulated, sending pulsating shots of pleasure up my body.

  My movements become more frenzied and I want more. Nash’s fingers grip me even tighter. I can see the restraint in his face, his muscles tense.

  I kiss him, biting on to his bottom lip, my hand cupping his cheek. I don’t want my man holding back.

  I want him unleashed.

  Nash gets my hint, and he slams himself into my velvet sheath. My tits bounce up and down as he repeats the movement over and over again. I think I’m about to burst from all the sensations when he suddenly switches. One moment, I’m riding his shaft and then on an upswing, he shifts his hips down. Suddenly, his tip is at my back hole, and I drop on it without even realizing the change.

  “Oh my god!” I scream.

  My bottom stretches to accept his huge length, but I love it.

  “You can do it,” Nash rasps. “You’re so good at letting me take you both ways. Now ride, baby girl.”

  Pretty soon, I am. He’s pumping in and out of my asshole and it feels so delicious that the tremors start all over again.

  “Oh my God!” I scream out. His rod rips through me, my asshole on fire but in the most exciting way.

  Nash continues, moving in and out of me with no signs of stopping. My bottom pucker tightens as Nash uses me. My body begins to tighten, the heat in my core growing and growing until it feels white hot.

  I start to shudder, an orgasm ripping through my body.

  “Nash!” I scream as I come on his massive length. Nash isn’t too far behind me, and his seed shoots into my darkness in pulsing jets. There’s so much as gallons and gallons are dumped into my tiny back hole, and yet the contractions in my bottom pull it in deeper, where it belongs.

  There’s so much in fact, that it drips out, coating my skin and giving me that feeling of us being connected.

  Slowly, our bodies come down from the high, and we cling to one another. I rub my hands along Nash’s back, feeling the sweat that built up during our lovemaking.

  Our breathing returns to normal, and gently, I lift myself up from his shaft. It feels amazing exiting my body, and we both watch as that enormous snake reappears from my bottom, still huge and shiny. A gush of male seed drops out, trailing down my thigh and spilling onto the sheets, but it’s okay. I’ll toss these into the wash shortly.

  Exhausted, I take the spot on the bed next to him, leaning against his broad body. He rests his hand on my arm, stroking it.

  “That was amazing, sweetheart.”

  “Yeah, it was,” I say blissfully. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again in an hour.” Nash chuckles and gets out of bed.

  “In an hour? Sweetheart, give me fifteen, and we’ll be ready to rumble again.”

  But then, he picks up the clothes that ended up on the floor, putting his boxers and t-shirt back on. He hands me my bra and underwear, and I get redressed with a question in my eye. He looks at me and grins.

  “You know, I’ve been loving the tits on you ever since you had Bree.”

  “Nash!”

  “What? Am I not allowed to compliment my girlfriend?” He rejoins me on the bed, plopping down next to me.

  “It’s not that. Sometimes you just say things in the wildest ways, and I’m just surprised, even after two years.”

  “I’m glad I can still surprise you after two years.” Nash strokes my cheek, directing me to look at him. “You know,” he starts, “I wouldn’t be mad if you gained a little bit more weight. If it happens, it happens, and you’ll be even more beautiful.”

  I blush because of course that’s something he would say. I was so worried throughout my entire pregnancy about every pound of fat that was being added to my body, but it just seems to make the fire behind Nash’s eyes burn brighter.

  “Did I say something a little too shocking again?” Nash asks with a glint to his eye.

  “No,” I shake my head. “But I can whip out a surprise here and there as well, and there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

  He smiles again.

  “What is it?”

  “Well, I went to the doctor the other day, and I’m expecting,” I smile, dropping the news on Nash. His brow furrows, and his mouth drops open.

  “Expecting?” It takes him a couple of seconds, but then realization washes over his face, and his lips turn up into a big smile. “You mean expecting expecting?”

  “Yeah, Bree is going to have a sibling in about seven months.” Nash jumps off the bed and scoops me up, spinning around with me in arms.

  “That’s amazing! I can’t wait, sweetheart. We have the room, and Bree is going to make the perfect big sister, and we’re going to be the best parents!” I laugh because of how excited Nash is.

  “You already are a wonderful daddy,” I say with a smile. But my boyfriend doesn’t hear me.

  “Shit baby, do you know what we should do?” Nash asks.

  “What?” I’m not sure what he could be talking about, but I’m excited to find out. Whenever he gets excited, it’s always something good.

  Instead of answering, he holds his hands up.

  “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He literally runs from our room, the door closing behind him. I have no idea what Nash is going to come back with, but my heart is pounding with hope.

  The door opens a couple of minutes later. Nash comes back in with a glowing smile on his handsome face. Plus, he has one hand behi
nd his back. I try to sneak a peek, but he’s being very careful not to reveal the surprise.

  “So, I’ve been planning on doing this for a while, and why not now? It’s Valentine’s Day, after all. That being said, Nellie Newman, I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you and however many children we end up having. I’m so glad you decided to say yes to jumping on my motorcycle that night and getting this whole relationship in motion.”

  Suddenly, Nash gets down on one knee, and my dreams are coming true. My hands go to my mouth to contain my gasp.

  “If you’ll have me in all my weirdness and with all the demands I make. If you’ll have me even though I can be stubborn, and I don’t always listen to you when you tell me not to spoil my girls. If you’ll have me every which way till Sunday, then I’d like to ask for your hand in marriage, Nellie Newman.”

  The words come out a little choppy with emotion, but they pierce my heart. Then, Nash brings what he has hidden behind his back into view, and I see it’s a set of keys. What? No engagement ring? What’s happening?

  Nash grins again.

  “I can see that you’re confused, but I bought you a bike because I want to teach you how to ride your own chopper. I was hesitant to give it to you while you were pregnant with Bree, but now you’re pregnant again, so we’ll just have to wait another year or so for those lessons. But I still wanted to give you the surprise.”

  Again, his words are somewhat incoherent, but I want to cry because this is such a Nash thing to do: propose to me with the key ring from a motorcycle he bought me more than a year ago.

  “Yes, I’ll marry you!” I lean forward with tears in my eyes, and we kiss. The kiss is full of all the promise of the future, and the love that we share.

  Nash stands up and hands me the keys before capturing my lips again. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself into my soon to be husband.

  “And yes, I’ll let you teach me how to ride,” I tack on. “I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, Nash Keller.”

  “And I’d walk through fire for you, baby.”

  We kiss again, and I smile because I finally got my happily ever after. The one I truly deserve, with a gorgeous man by my side, a baby in the nursery, and a new addition on the way. Life can’t be better, and I’m so happy to finally marry my Valentine’s Day daddy.

  THE END

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  Sneak Peek: Single Daddy To Go

  Ally

  He’s a babydaddy already, but he wants more children with the curvy girl.

  I have an awesome job, and today is another beautiful day. I work with children, which is all I’ve wanted to do since I was a child myself because I’ve always loved taking care of kids. Right now, I work with two and three-year-olds at Ladybug Tots in NYC, which is a cheery yellow building smack dab in the middle of the city.

  The main room of the day care center is a happy place decorated with cartoon ladybugs and charts about letters and numbers. Here and there, kids’ art pieces are tacked up on the brightly painted walls. A set of cubbies take up one side, filled with the children’s belongings and marked with their names.

  Right now, the tots are engaged in free play, amusing themselves with blocks and dolls and playing all sorts of different games with each other. I’m keeping a watchful eye, making sure no one hurts anyone else or gets into trouble, but this part of the day gives me and my co-worker a rare moment to catch up.

  We both crouch on tiny, bright-colored plastic stools. Emma and I have worked together here for about a year. She’s a blonde with a perky bob and round cheeks. When she smiles, two dimples form above the corners of her smile, and wrinkles show up beside the corners of her big hazel eyes. Right now, she’s giggling like one of the kids, her dimples in full effect.

  “OMG, Ally,” she whispers. “My date last night was soooo good. My boyfriend Justin came over and we were supposed to watch Planet Earth on Netflix, but he was so handsy! I just didn’t know what to do.”

  It’s not exactly my area of expertise, but I smile and nod. The expression I’m going for is knowing conspirator, but I’m not sure if it comes through or not.

  “Is that so?” I ask her.

  She giggles even harder.

  “Justin has these really big hands. I’d tell him to stop, but I didn’t really want him to stop, and I guess he could tell. I’d push him off and he’d pause for a while and then go back to it, you know? Eventually I couldn’t resist anymore. He wanted me so bad. Who was I to say no? I guess you could say we were the subject of our own nature documentary. Mmmm Justin, he’s an animal but I love it!”

  She flashes me what is definitely a conspiratorial smirk. I laugh in response, perhaps a little weakly. He’s an animal but I love it isn’t something I’ve ever felt about anyone.

  “So,” Emma goes on, her fit of giggles subsiding. “Tell me about your last date.”

  I suck my teeth. It’s not a good story.

  Emma gives me a poke in the ribs.

  “Come on, dish it, girl!”

  I can feel my face turning red. I really don’t want to talk about this, but here I am anyway.

  “The guy stood me up,” I finally admit with a sigh.

  Emma’s pretty mouth drops open.

  “What? Really? What an asshole!”

  The expression I’m going for is nonchalance. I shrug.

  “Yeah. Whatever. It’s O.K. These things happen.”

  I’m only pretending because it wasn’t O.K. at all. I can feel a pit opening in my stomach as I remember the evening.

  It’s embarrassing because this was actually an old-fashioned set up. My mom set me up with my date, which means that people actually know us. So how could he no-show? It’s humiliating.

  After all, if you’re dating on-line, at least a no-show is anonymous. I understand some of the sites will ding your user profile if you’re reported for a lot of no-shows, but still. I was stood up in real life.

  It’s my mom’s fault. She’s always trying to set me up with what she thinks are “good guys.” I usually tell her no, but Clarence actually sounded kind of awesome. He was the son of one of her friends from Bridge Club. My mom told me he was a medical student who wanted to focus on building artificial limbs for children disabled by land mines. The pictures she showed me revealed a handsome man with wavy brown hair and a winning smile. He looked a little short, but sweet anyways.

  “He seems too good to be true,” I told my mom as she excitedly relayed how Clarence wanted to take me out on a date. My mom isn’t the most practical woman. She buys tickets to the lottery and is always dreaming about me getting married to some doctor or lawyer. I tell her that things are different now, and guys don’t really want that sort of old fashioned romance, but she always tells me she knows better.

  “Why not, darling? You’re a beautiful woman with a heart of gold. Any man with half a brain can tell you’re a catch!” Bernice tapped her red lacquered nails on her wine glass.

  Of course she thinks I’m a catch. She’s my mother, after all. She’s almost constitutionally obligated to have such an opinion. Still, it made me smile.

  “I love you,” I told her. “Tell you what? If Clarence is really serious, I’ll go on a date with him.”

  “Splendid!” Bernice said, as the waiter brought her another glass of Chardonnay. “Althea and I will set it up. Clarence is a little shy and focused on work, but Althea wants him to get out more, and she agrees that you would be perfect for him.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’s just a first date first, right?” I quipped.

  But all kidding aside, I was really excited to meet the guy. I spent three days day-dreaming about our time together. When the weekend rolled around, I spent an hour taming my mane of brown curls and another hour deciding what to wear for my special night, trying on every outfit I owned until finally settling on a blue dress that showed off my curves without being overtly
sexy. Fortunately, I own a pair of matching heels that were high, but not too high.

  I looked like a million bucks, but it was all for nothing because Mr. Big Shot never showed up. I didn’t get so much as a text. He flat out no showed.

  It was devastating. I waited at the neighborhood bistro for over two hours, my heart getting smaller with every minute. The waitress kept coming by to check on me, as all the cheer drained out of my spirit. By the time I finally left, I was so embarrassed and felt utterly worthless and stupid for having believed that it would work out.

  I called my mom, and Bernice called her friend in a huff. The son gave some weak excuse about work, but it didn’t matter. I definitely wasn’t going to try again because I was way too hurt by the whole experience. I would never do that to someone. I’d literally have to be in the hospital in a coma before I’d stand someone up without even texting something, and I wasn’t about to try another date with someone who had so little consideration for my feelings.

  “These things happen,” Emma consoles me, back in the present. Over her voice I can hear the squeals of excited children as they dart around the room. “No, Ally. They don’t just happen. That guy was a jerk.”

  He was, but I don’t want to dwell on it. If I let myself go down that road, I might cry, and I don’t want to break down in front of Emma or the kids. It wouldn’t be professional. I shrug again, doing my best to cover the wound in my heart with an extra dose of perkiness.

  “Yeah, sure, and I’m not going to let it get to me. He was just some guy I never even met. I don’t want to give him space in my mind.”

  She nods, her energy rising.

  “I don’t know how you stay so nice, Ally. If a guy did that to me, I’d want to find out where he lived and... I don’t know... egg his house? Key his car?”

  “Hire the mob to break his kneecaps?” I tease half-heartedly, glad the subject has moved into the realm of the theoretical. I’m still hurt about what happened, although I’m trying not to feel it. Clarence got my hopes up and he let me down. I’d rather just not have a date at all than have something like that happen again.