Baby for my Dad's Best Friend (Seaport Billionaires #2)

10. Austin

10

AUSTIN

I t’s all in innocent fun.

At least, it starts that way.

The hose gets away from her, spraying my face and soaking my shirt.

I see the panic in her eyes but also the amusement on her face.

I can’t stop from trying to get the hose to spray her back.

In our little fight, more water gets sprayed, soaking us both.

Then she spins in my arms and our eyes lock.

I watch her tongue as it comes out, licking the water from her plump, pink lips.

I don’t even know who kisses who. All I know is that a second later, our mouths are crashing together.

She drops the hose and moves her arms to snake around my neck.

I wrap mine around her waist.

My tongue pushes into her mouth and she willingly opens it, greeting my tongue with hers.

Her lips are so soft, and her tongue is so fucking sweet.

She’s like kissing the sweetest treat on the planet, something rich and decadent after you’ve nearly starved to death.

I lose myself in this kiss, and in her, suddenly no longer able to remember why this is wrong.

I pick her up against me and her legs wrap around my hips.

I march forward a few steps, pressing her back against the side of the house and keeping her pinned so my hands are free to roam.

I squeeze her hips before they glide down to her smooth thighs.

They move back up, getting two handfuls of her ass. They travel over her sides to her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging them, and I pinch her nipples between my thumbs and the sides of my palms.

She moans into my mouth, making my cock throb.

She grabs at the hem of my shirt, yanking it up my chest.

I break our kiss and rip it over my head, dropping it onto the sidewalk.

Cupping her jaw, I pull her mouth back to mine.

Our kiss is hard and fast, rough.

She bites my lip, and it makes me want her more.

I can’t think of anything but bending her sexy ass over in front of me and burying myself in her so deep that she begs me to stop.

She digs her nails into the backs of my shoulders, and I groan as pleasure and pain slice through me, mingling to create an intoxicating effect that takes hold.

I unbutton her shorts and slide my hand down the front of them.

She’s slick with arousal, making it easy for me to thrust a finger into her heat.

She moans against my lips, and I feel her pussy clench around my finger.

“Fuck me, Austin,” she begs against my lips.

That’s when I snap out of my high.

My hand stops moving between her legs, and I pull back just enough to look at her face.

Her lids are heavy and hooded, her lips red and swollen from our kiss.

Her top is soaked, clinging to her body, and making her black bra visible through the now-transparent material.

“Fuck,” I breathe, removing my hand from between her legs.

“Wait,” she starts to object, but I place her on her feet. I turn away, grabbing my shirt from the sidewalk before marching toward the back door.

I can’t believe I did that.

Anger swells within my chest.

My teeth are clenched so tightly, a pain shoots through my jaw.

I march through the house soaking wet, moving out the front door and down the steps. I don’t look around, just rush to my truck where I climb behind the wheel and start the engine.

I quickly shift into drive before stomping on the gas.

The motor roars as I race down the road, away from her and every mistake I’ve made since I met her just days ago.

What the heck is wrong with me?

I had just told her that I’d keep my distance, but the first chance I get, I’m finger fucking her.

My eyes flash from the road down to my hand on the steering wheel.

My middle finger was inside her, and the sick fuck inside me wants me to suck her flavor from my skin, but I resist the urge as I pull into my driveway.

I let myself into the house, going straight for the fridge, where I pull out a beer. I twist off the cap, pouring it into my mouth and swallowing large gulps until I’ve emptied the bottle.

I let out a loud burp, tossing the bottle into the trash before moving back to the bathroom where I strip out of my wet clothes.

My cock is still hard as a rock, and I know the only way I’ll get any relief is if I take care of the problem.

I’ve jacked off more since I met her than I have all year.

Stepping into the shower, I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking hard and fast as I clench my eyes closed, my mind going back to the moment I ran away from.

Only in my fantasy, I don’t run.

I give her exactly what she was begging me for.

I can see myself carrying her sexy little ass into the house, putting her on her feet, and stripping her bare.

I’m dying for a taste of her, but I need to be inside her more than anything.

I spin her around, bend her over the island in the kitchen, and slide into her heat.

She feels amazing around my cock.

Hot, tight.

My hand moves faster, letting my mind take me deeper into this fantasy. I fist her hair and pull her head back.

As I drive myself into her, she comes undone, moaning, crying, and begging me for more.

I can’t hold it back any longer.

My orgasm rises to the surface, and I let it go.

Ribbons of cum shoot from my tip, my cock jerking with each pump until I’m breathless and weak and don’t have a single drop left.

I milk myself dry.

My head falls forward, resting against the shower wall as I work to collect myself.

My knees give out, and I slide down the wall onto the shower floor.

I bend my knees, keeping them in the air as I look up at the water raining down from the shower head.

What the hell have I done?

I messed up big time. There’s no way to take it back, either.

Last night, I messed up by saying the things I did, but that was okay because nothing happened.

Today, things happened.

I know how soft her lips are and how sweet her tongue is.

I know what she sounds like when she moans and when she begs me to fuck her.

I know how tight her pussy is and how heavy her tits are in my hands.

I know how well her body responds to mine, and all of this is just going to make it that much harder to stay away.

I’m angry at myself and embarrassed about how weak I am for her.

I hate that I’ve touched my best friend’s daughter.

I hate that I’ve gone behind his back and done something so heinous that he would never forgive me.

He trusted me with everything.

I broke that trust, even if he doesn’t know.

I haven’t fucked her, but a part of me has been inside her, and that’s more than enough to make him hate me.

Deep down… I’m not sorry like I should be.

Part of me hates myself for messing this up, but another part, the part where the monster lives, is just biding time, taking the scraps I’m feeding him, slowly growing stronger until he overpowers me.

He’ll eventually get what he wants; it’s just a matter of time.

I don’t know when or how, but I know it will happen.

I don’t have a choice. Kaylee Presley, my best friend’s daughter, will be mine.

I’ll have her riding every inch of my dick and begging for more.

I’ll have her choking on my cum as she sits on my face.

I’ll show her sick, disgusting things that she’ll be ashamed of liking.

But she’ll love it so much that she’ll come to me again and again, begging me to do those things to her.

And I will because I have no self-control.

I push myself to stand, and I grab the soap to start washing off.

The beast inside of me is quiet again, but I know I need to heed his warning and do my best to stay away from her.

I don’t know how, I just know that if I don’t, I’ll do everything I shouldn’t.

That excites me, but it also makes me sick to know that I’m such a monster that I’d take my best friend’s daughter and use her body just to make myself come harder than ever before.

If being with her feels anything close to how good it feels to jack off while thinking about her… I’m a goner.

I push her from my thoughts as I finish up in the shower.

I climb out, dry off, and wrap the towel around my waist as I move across the hall to the bedroom to pull on a pair of sweatpants.

It’s going to be a long weekend because there’s no way I can leave this house.

If I do and I run into her, nothing will stop me from taking what I want.

The only way I can see her is if there are people around.

Next week when we start work on her house, I have to make sure a member of the crew is with me at all times.

How in the hell can I ensure that?

It’s not like I can ask one of the guys to babysit me.

I toss my towel into the hamper in the corner of the room and march to the kitchen to grab another beer.

Opening the freezer, I pull out the bottle of whiskey that I rarely touch, but I know I’ll need it tonight if I want to get any rest.

I uncap the bottle and bring it to my lips, pouring the ice-cold alcohol into my mouth.

It burns going down.

But I bring the bottle back, taking another swig, and then another, and then another. I feel a little dizzy before I put the bottle away.

Taking my beer to the recliner in the living room, I plop down, and turn on the TV.

My mind immediately goes back to her.

Her body. Her moans and whimpers.

How she dug her nails into my back.

How her pussy clenched around my finger. I groan and pour more beer into my mouth.

I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.

I’ve never had to tell myself no or hold myself back.

If I wanted a woman, I tried to have them.

And if I tried, I usually got them.

But now, I want her. And I can’t have her.

That doesn’t sit right with me.

What do I want more, to be a good friend or to feel the bliss that thrusting into her perfect pussy will provide?