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

30. Austin

30

AUSTIN

I carry her into the bathroom of our suite and set her on her feet in front of the vanity.

I spin her around so she’s facing the mirror, and our eyes meet.

Hers are hooded with need, the lids thick and heavy.

Her blue eyes are darker than normal but still sparkling under the vanity lights.

Her lips are pink, glistening, and swollen from our rushed kisses.

They’re parted from her heavy breathing. She watches me as I sweep her hair over her shoulder, exposing her skin to me.

I lean in, softly pressing my lips against the side of her neck. Her head lolls to the side, and her eyes start to close. I bare my teeth and bite, causing them to pop back open.

“Eyes on me,” I tell her, my voice thick with lust, and that makes her eyes darken more.

She likes it when I’m forceful with her, when I make demands that she’s eager to follow.

Leaning back in, I kiss my way to the back of her neck, my fingers moving to the zipper on the back of her dress.

Slowly, I begin tugging it down, revealing more of her skin to me.

My lips follow the trail of the zipper, kissing each inch as it comes out of hiding. It ends just above her ass, so I stand upright and brush the material over her shoulders.

Her arms are at her sides, so the sleeves fall downward, dragging the dress down her body until it’s just a puddle at her feet.

Now, she’s in nothing but her gray cotton panties and a white bra.

I waste no time unfastening her bra. A quick flick of my fingers has the hooks undone, and it falls away, landing in the sink.

My hands move around to cup her breasts. I gently squeeze them, and she falls against me, her back pressing to my chest.

My thumbs lazily roll her nipples back and forth. I watch the way they look in my hands.

Her tits are heavy and full, and the further she gets in her pregnancy, the bigger they become. They’re so responsive now that her nipples grow hard every time I walk into a room.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Kay?”

“Down there.” Her eyes fall lower in the mirror.

My right hand slides downward, moving between her ribs, over her belly button, and past her hipbones, my fingers dipping into her panties.

Her smooth lips are already swollen with need and dripping with excitement. “Always begging for my touch,” I whisper, biting her shoulder as my fingers thrust into her pussy.

She gasps and the sound echoes off the bathroom walls.

“Did you like seeing your ex beg for your forgiveness?”

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror.

“It’s okay. You can tell me.” I grind my palm against her clit.

“I guess I did.” She bites her lip, fighting with her eyes to keep them open as I push her closer to her release.

“Good.” I nip her ear. “Remember what I said I was going to do to you tonight?” I find her eyes in the mirror.

She nods. “You said you were going to fuck me so hard that they’d both feel it.”

The corner of my mouth twitches. “That’s right. And I always keep my promises.”

I push her forward with my left hand as my right hand jerks her panties down her legs.

I unbutton my jeans and push them down my legs. Taking my hard cock in my hand, I drag the head around her pool of wetness, spreading her arousal from front to back.

I tease her clit with the ridge of my tip, and only once I have her begging and shaking with need do I thrust into her body.

I don’t go slow, and I don’t take it easy.

On the first thrust, I slam into her as hard as I can, giving her every inch. Her legs shake as I let out a moan that echoes around us.

“Do you like that, Kay?” I tighten my hold on her hips.

“God, yes,” she moans. “Again.”

I pull out until only my tip is inside her, then I slam forward into her again, my hip bones digging into her ass as I grind against her.

Her walls tighten around my cock, and with the look on her face and the sounds leaving her mouth,

I would come if I hadn’t just drained my balls in her a few hours ago.

My mouth turns up into a smile as I pull back, thrusting into her just as hard and deep as before, repeating the motion as fast as I can.

Her pussy convulses around my cock.

She feels so fucking good coming on my dick that I know I’m going to join her if I don’t hold back.

Fisting her hair, I pull her back against me so we’re standing up straight.

My hand wraps around her throat as I kiss her shoulder.

My hips are still moving enough to finish her off, but not enough to bring me off with her.

We still have many hours together in this hotel room. No way am I finishing already.

***

Sunday rolls around, and we have to leave the little paradise we’ve created this weekend.

We managed to sneak away on Friday to allow ourselves to be a regular couple without needing to hide.

It was a nice break, being able to eat together in public, holding hands as we walked down the street, and being able to kiss her whenever I wanted.

But now, we’re driving home and neither of us is happy about it.

We had a taste of freedom, and we’re not ready to give it up.

We’re in her car since it gets better gas mileage and is a nicer, smoother ride.

I’m behind the wheel, holding her hand as we pull back into town.

Her head lolls to the side and she smiles at me. “Promise me we can do that again soon.”

I press a kiss to the back of her hand. “Of course we can, but you know we don’t have much longer until we tell your parents about us. Once they know, we won’t have to sneak around anymore.”

She nods. “I know.” She pulls her eyes from mine, looking out the window. “Are you worried about that?”

“What?”

“Telling my father about us.”

My jaw tenses and my hand tightens on the steering wheel. “Yes.”

“Are you going to be okay if you lose your friendship with him? I know you have been friends since you were kids.”

I nod. “Losing him as a friend will be hard, but this is too important. You and our child are where I need to focus.”

She offers a tight smile. “I’m scared.”

“No matter what happens, I’ll be there to help you get through it. Okay?”

She nods.

“He can’t stay mad forever.” I pull into her driveway, shift into park, and kill the engine. “Hey,” I say, not releasing her hand. When she turns to me, I cup her face. “Everything will work out in the end. You just have to be patient and give it time. You believe me, don’t you?”

She nods and I pull her in for a long, slow kiss.

“Come on. Let’s get this stuff inside before someone sees us.”

We climb out of the car, and I pass her the keys and grab our bags from the trunk.

She’s already up the steps, and she walks into the house with me behind her.

When I cross the porch and step inside, I find her frozen in the doorway.

I look up, worried, and see Dave standing in the entryway, hands balled into fists and his eyes narrowed as he looks between us.

“Dad? What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What’s he doing here?” he throws back.

Kay has already stepped inside and is holding up her hands. I step into the house and put our bags down.

I don’t know how loud this will get, but I’d rather the neighbors not hear our business if it can be helped, so I shut the door.

“We’re just shopping for the materials for my bookshelves,” she lies.

“You need luggage to go to Home Depot now?”

“Dave…” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Don’t.” He points his index finger my way.

I hold up my hands, showing him my palms.

“Dad, why are you here?”

He takes a deep breath and rubs his jaw.

He has dark circles under his eyes, and it makes me wonder how long it’s been since he’s slept.

“I asked Mrs. Holmes across the street to keep an eye on you for me,” he says. “Imagine how surprised I was when she told me how surprised she was that the carpenter was still showing up and working long into the night. I thought she was going crazy until I got a call this weekend.”

“A call? From whom?”

“Michelle.”

Her mouth falls open. “Michelle? My ex-best friend who carried on a secret affair with my fiancé?”

He nods. “That’s the one. She said she ran into you in the city this week, and that you and your boyfriend had drinks with them. When I told her you didn’t have a boyfriend, she told me his name was Austin, and that he was a good-looking older man. That’s when everything fell into place. What she said, what Mrs. Holmes said, how I found you two together in your classroom last week. How long has this been going on?”

“Since the beginning,” she confesses.

“Since the beginning of what?” His blue eyes darken as he looks between me and his daughter. “Since I had you come over for an estimate?” he asks, only looking at me now.

I nod. “Pretty much.”

His jaw flexes and his hand tightens. He takes a step toward me, but Kay jumps in front of him, pushing against his chest.

“Daddy! Don’t!”

He looks down at her, seething. “I suggest you move, Kaylee.” When she doesn’t, he yells, “Now!”

She jumps and steps away. Seeing her cower from him pisses me off, but I try to rein in my anger, reminding myself that this is her father. Daughters usually listen when their fathers yell.

He steps up to me. “I trusted you.”

“I’m sorry, Dave. This wasn’t intentional. I did everything I could to keep this from happening.”

“He’s telling the truth, Dad. This isn’t all his fault. I’m an adult now. It was my choice, too. And now that I’m pregnant?—”

“You’re what?” he asks, glaring at her.

She doesn’t reply.

“You’re pregnant ?” he asks her.

She swallows and nods.

His angry eyes meet mine. “You sick fuck.” His eyes fill with tears. “She’s my daughter.”

He points at his chest.

Seeing him so broken about this causes my chest to tighten and my stomach to drop.

I’m so blinded by my self-hatred that I don’t see his fist coming until it connects with my jaw.