Chapter 4
Hunter
I curse under my breath, sitting at my desk. What the fuck am I doing? I should have turned down Nova’s request for birth control. Hell, I should have referred her to another ob-gyn. To her school nurse. To Planned Parenthood. To anyone.
Yet here I am, waiting for my gorgeous blonde stepdaughter to arrive at the clinic so that we can continue our illicit conversation from last night. Holy hell, did that really happen? Did I really envision Nova as the mother of my children, her belly bulging as I put a ring on her finger?
At least you didn’t say that shit aloud , my conscience snarks in a sarcastic tone. You would have had the poor girl running for the hills with that one.
Which leads me to my situation today. What am I doing in my office? Again, I should tell Nova to go elsewhere. She can get a prescription from another doc. She doesn’t need to get it from me when there are a million other options.
I resolve to turn the brat away. I’m going to smile and say that I’m busy. I’ll make some shit up about some emergency at the hospital, and rush off like my hair’s on fire. There, crisis fucking averted.
But at that moment, there’s a knock at the front door, and I buzz it open. I hear the curvy girl outside, making her way through the reception until she peers down the hall.
“Daddy Hunter?” she murmurs. “I’m here.”
It’s the soft voice that does me in. Nova’s so feminine in every way, and her tone and energy are imbued with the very essence of woman. My dick begins to harden even as I grit my teeth.
“In here,” I call. “The office at the very back.”
Resist , the voice in my head warns. This is your late wife’s daughter. Be an honorable man. You’re better than this.
But any thought of resistance evaporates the moment Nova materializes because the young woman is gorgeous.
She’s dressed in a red, form-fitting turtleneck with a blue peacoat draped over one arm.
A red and black plaid mini-skirt hugs her hips, and she’s clad in thigh high black boots emphasizing her long legs beneath that tiny skirt.
It’s the boots that do me in. She looks so sexy and alluring that my throat clenches even as my balls begin to fill.
“Hi honey,” I manage in a slightly strangled tone. “Thanks for coming in.”
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” Nova burbles while setting down her purse and jacket, before leaning forwards to place something on my desk. “This is for you.”
Oh shit, it’s Christmas Day and I should have a gift for her as well. Fuck fuck fuck. But I smile at the wrapped package and ask, “What is it?”
Nova giggles.
“You’ll have to open it and see. But not now,” she says quickly, her cheeks flushing pink. “I’d be embarrassed if you opened it in front of me.”
I nod, still hard as fuck beneath my desk.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll have to get you something in return. I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy—”
“Oh, no need,” Nova trills, a smile on those beautiful features. “Thank you for seeing me on Christmas Day, Daddy. That’s gift enough.”
I nod, looking directly into her blue eyes.
“Okay, if you say so, sweetheart. I appreciate the gift. But let’s talk a bit before we get started. You’re how old?”
“Eighteen,” Nova says with a gentle smile, settling into the chair in front of my desk.
She’s a vision to behold as her long golden locks stream over her shoulders, her delicate features like an angel.
“I turned eighteen over the summer, remember? You got me that big strawberry cake from Fluff Bake Shop.”
I nod, as if trying to recall, although of course, I haven’t forgotten a single detail.
“Oh right, from your friend Emma’s business. The cake with the strawberry filling in the shape of a big strawberry.”
“Yes!” Emma smiles happily, revealing a dimple in her left cheek.
“It was so wonderful, Hunter. Thank you. And Emma appreciates it too because that was before her boyfriend stepped in, so she needed to drum up business. But I think the store’s on sound footing now, with Mr. Stark’s backing, of course. ”
“I didn’t know you knew Emma so well,” I rumble, nodding.
Nova nods.
“Yes, Emma and I have gotten to know each other a little better recently through mutual friends,” she murmurs with an impish smile. “But the cake is by the by. I’m eighteen now, and you know I’m off to college next year, Hunter. That’s why I want the birth control. To be ready, like I said.”
I nod, steepling my fingers as if deep in thought.
“Have you considered the consequences of the pill?”
“I’ve considered the consequences if I don’t take the pill,” Nova retorts back with a saucy smile. “ That’s why I want it.”
I nod.
“Yes, I see. And what if you go to school in a state where they’ve pulled back abortion access? The latest Supreme Court rulings have really come down hard on options for women who are expecting.”
Nova stares at me, her pretty features solemn.
“Are you trying to scare me, Daddy?”
“No, absolutely not,” I say in a deep voice. “I just want you to be aware.”
“Well, I am aware,” Nova says. “I’m doing everything I can to put myself into a good position given the political climate.
In fact, that’s what I’m doing at this very moment!
But I’ve actually thought about it a little,” she adds in a slow voice, with a glance at me from beneath her lashes.
“There’s been so much news on that front, that I think every woman’s been doing some deep thinking. I’ve come to a conclusion.”
I nod, my expression calm even as my heart thumps like a drum.
“What is it, sweetheart? Feel free to share.”
Nova takes a deep breath, her big breasts rising, before glancing at me from beneath her lashes.
“Well, if I get pregnant, I think I want to keep the baby. I know I’m young, but it feels right to me because I want to be a mother. It doesn’t matter what the Supreme Court is doing, or what people say is right, godly, or just. Being a mommy is a gift, and I’ll make it work somehow.”
My heart leaps as another vision of Nova surges to the fore of my mind, this time with the blonde woman cradling an infant in her arms as she nurses the child.
Her expression is serene and beatific. Her golden hair is a halo around her head, and my cock begins to stiffen as my balls grow heavy with seed again.
Holy shit, I’d love to put that baby in this beautiful angel.
I’d love to push into my stepdaughter’s creamy innocence and –
“Daddy?” Nova confused voice interrupts. “Hello, Earth to Hunter. Are you still here with me?”
I startle back to the present, the vision disappearing in a snap.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, honey,” I growl, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
“I apologize for probing like that, but I just want to make sure you’ve thought everything through.
But it’s clear that you’re an intelligent, thoughtful young woman, and you’ve done all the legwork.
Here, I have some birth control pills on hand. You can have them.”
I begin to fumble in my desk drawer as Nova nods.
“I’m not a child anymore, Daddy. Like I said, I’m eighteen,” she says in a soft voice.
I nod, still rummaging around, hiding the shaking of my hands.
“Yes, I know,” I say in a husky voice before reappearing with a packet of pills in my fist. “Here you go,” I say.
“These should do the trick for now. They’re a sample that I got from the manufacturer, and there’s three months worth of pills for you.
When you need a refill, just call my office and I’ll call a prescription into the drugstore of your choosing. ”
Nova nods thoughtfully, fingering the blister packs in her hand.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she murmurs. But then she bites her lip and looks at me again. “But didn’t you need to do an exam first? I thought that’s why we were here. Because you needed to be at the clinic with all your instruments available.”
She’s right. I’ve summoned my gorgeous stepdaughter to my office on Christmas Day because I had some sordid idea of feeling those soft curves beneath my palms, with her legs in stirrups and those big blue eyes looking at me filled with trust. I was going to be a fucking bastard and basically touch the teenage girl everywhere, using “medical necessity” as my shield.
But now, I can’t. Nova is much more than one of my dalliances.
She’s a thousand times sweeter and more innocent than one of my hardened, overly Botoxed dates, and I can’t possibly subject her to my filthy demands.
Nova deserves better. She is better. The young woman deserves a real man with honorable intentions, who will treat her like the gentleman.
By contrast, I’m a fucking douche with the worst of intentions roiling my gut at this very moment.
“No, it’s fine,” I say in a low voice, averting my eyes. “You’re young and healthy. I’m sure everything’s in working order.”
The gorgeous blonde bites her lip again, her big blue eyes wide.
“Are you sure, Daddy? I don’t want you to lose your medical license or anything.”
“I’m sure,” I say in a low voice before clearing my throat. “Now if you’ll just excuse me, honey, I have a lot to do. It’s been wonderful seeing you.”
Nova stares at me like I’m bonkers because it’s Christmas Day. But I shuffle some papers around on my desk, and then check my phone, and she gets the picture.
“Of course, Daddy,” she murmurs. “It’s been wonderful chatting with you too. Merry Christmas.”
Then, with a hesitant smile, Nova departs and it’s as if sunshine incarnate has left my office.
I hear her walk through the reception area before letting herself out, her footsteps light and soft.
Then, I’m alone in the artificial lighting of the clinic once more, which is a fucking jail cell without the gorgeous girl’s radiance.
I let out an actual groan, the tension in my pants unbearable.
How can I be thinking these sordid thoughts?
How can I be dreaming of putting a baby in my stepdaughter’s belly, when she deserves so much more?
Even worse, I’m not an honorable man. Sure, it looks like I did the right thing on the outside.
But the fact is that Nova didn’t just leave my office with a monthly supply of birth control pills in her purse.
Instead, I gave her sugar pills because I want the curvy girl pregnant .
.. and somehow, I’m going to make it happen.