Chapter 2
Michael
Two Years Later
My hand tightened on my beer bottle as I watched the object of my obsession tip her head back and laugh.
That cascade of chocolate hair I’d come to adore fell down her spine like a midnight waterfall.
One slender hand reached out and smacked my nephew on the shoulder, her mouth still curved at whatever joke he’d told.
My twisted heart lurched, and I had to stop myself from storming over and punching Tyler in the face.
My brother would not be pleased if I did that.
With a tortured groan, I scrubbed a hand down my face in a hopeless attempt at wiping away my shameful thoughts.
How fucking ironic that only two years ago I had chastised Dina for her childish crush on me.
Not that I regretted doing that, of course.
I’d only ever thought of her back then as a child. The thought never crossed my mind.
I’d told her mom, Claire, about the incident, and we privately decided to spare Dina further embarrassment by not bringing it up again. Dina kept her distance, and I was more than happy to give her space to get over her very inappropriate crush.
So what changed?
I remembered the exact moment my benevolent feelings towards her turned…impure. The week after Dina turned eighteen, she came over to get ready for a date. My daughter helped her with her hair and make-up before Dina strolled confidently out of Lucy’s bedroom looking like a goddess.
The polite smile froze on my face, shocked at how grown she looked. How beautiful. She flashed Lucy a bright grin that lit up her gorgeous features, and my heart spluttered before restarting again. And just like that, I saw Dina in a completely new light.
Her eyes met mine from the top of the stairs, and that beautiful smile dropped when she noticed me watching.
I’d schooled my features before hurriedly leaving them alone with the cover of giving them some privacy.
But the truth was, I could feel my body betraying me—and if I stood there a minute longer, it would be obvious which body part that was.
Why the fuck did she have to come onto me at sixteen?
Because of that incident, I had to hurt her feelings and our whole dynamic—me being her best friend’s father—was completely upended.
There was no way I could’ve done anything any different, though.
I’d been fucking scared. Rumors like that—no matter how unfounded—were career killers.
Not to mention there was no way I would ever cross that line.
Oh, I knew Dina had a crush on me. She blushed whenever I was in her vicinity and used to watch me like a hawk when she thought I wasn’t looking.
And then when she turned fifteen, she would try to do this awkward flirting thing with her lashes and hair, which only made me cringe and try to avoid her whenever she came around.
It was fucking awkward, but I also didn’t want to crush her heart, knowing one day she’d meet a boy she actually liked.
Of course, now the thought of her dating made me want to rip the wallpaper from my room.
There was nothing I could do about it now, even if I were stupid enough to make a move.
Tonight was me and Lucy’s farewell party.
In a few days, we’d be leaving for the city to start my new teaching job and Lucy’s new school.
We were leaving Koby Plains behind and leaving my family who had been with us since I was a scared twenty-six-year-old widower with a two-year-old.
But worse of all, I was leaving Dina.
Since Koby Plains High had closed down, she would also be starting a new school soon in a neighboring town. It had a bigger student body, which meant more boys vying for her attention. I took a large swig of my beer, hoping to drown the venomous thoughts crowding my imagination.
I couldn’t tell her how I felt. It was highly inappropriate. She was my daughter’s best friend, and I had been a teacher at her former school. At this stage, our twenty-four-year age difference was the least of my issues.
But as the night progressed, and I sunk more beers, my thoughts started to turn dark. Boys gathered around her as she held court like the beautiful, funny girl she was. I could feel a seething redness crowding the edges of my sanity.
When I spied her heading upstairs, my jealousy couldn’t stop my legs as they followed after her.
“Dina,’ I murmured when she exited the bathroom.
She whirled around in surprise, her hand clutching her throat. But then her gorgeous brown eyes narrowed when she spied me. “Yes, Mr Thomas?”
I glared at her. Little brat. She’d been overly polite and distant since I’d turned her away all those years ago. I didn’t mind; I’d been relieved. Now, though...
“I need to talk to you.” I kept my voice low, despite us being alone in the dark hallway. We had a downstairs bathroom reserved for our guests, so the upstairs was for Lucy and me only. And Dina, of course.
She cocked a hip and folded her arms as she regarded me with a raised brow. “Aren’t you scared of someone seeing us and starting rumors?”
I took a step closer to her, my eyes raking her nubile body. My jeans suddenly felt very tight. “You were a fucking kid,” I countered.
My gaze swept her body again, eyes flaring at her long, bare legs. Every time I saw her strutting around downstairs, it took everything in me not to grab a blanket and drape it over her. But even in a potato sack she’d still look sexy.
“There’s nothing childish about you now.”
I reached out and stroked the back of my hand across one soft cheek.
Her breath sucked in, her chest pausing at my gentle touch.
My eyes zeroed in on her soft, full, pink lips, and when her little tongue flicked out to lick at them, I couldn’t resist her a minute longer.
I slid my hand into her hair before yanking her forward and kissing her.
An explosion of desire burst in my chest at the first touch of her mouth on mine.
When her sharp gasp allowed my tongue to sweep between her lips, I groaned at her sweet taste.
Her hands curled against my t-shirt, tightening against my chest before she suddenly shoved me back.
I was so caught off guard that I had to stumble to right myself.
She glared at me, her chest puffing up and down in spirited energy. Her lips were red and wet. “Dina,” I groaned.
Her mouth tightened before she took a step forward, grabbed my shirt, and yanked me down to her level as her mouth covered mine again.
Fuck, yes.
My hands snaked down her back, palming her tight buns before disappearing under her short skirt. The feel of her bare ass cheeks had my hard dick leaking.
My bedroom door was right behind her, so I pulled her body up by her ass, forcing her legs to cradle my waist. I stumbled us into my room, slamming the door behind me. I walked her to my bed and tipped her down onto the covers, my mouth never once leaving hers.
She moaned as my body covered her smaller form, and I felt the heat of her panty-covered pussy rub against the front of my jeans. Pre-cum was dripping from me, soaking the front of my briefs. I tore my mouth away before pressing hot kisses down the side of her neck.
“So good,” I groaned. “You taste so fucking good.”
Her hands reached under my shirt until her palms smoothed up my back, her nails raking me.
I pulled back, my eyes devouring her beautiful flushed face.
Her lips were swollen, and her hair was flared out like a halo around her face.
She looked like a fallen angel who’d just discovered carnal pleasure for the first time.
I leaned back a little more and gazed upon her pussy.
Her skirt was nothing more than a belt around her waist, and she might as well be wearing no panties at all.
The material was soaked from her juices, and I could see the outline of her perfect pussy lips.
With hands that shook, I peeled her underwear down her hips, and my breath caught at the sight of her naked cunt.
She had light brown curls that covered paradise, and her little clit peeked out at me from between her splayed legs.
I reached out and rubbed her mound, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as her eyes screwed shut. Her hips rolled in wanton invitation.
“Has any other boy touched you here?” I demanded to know.
She bit her lip, her breathing heavy. She was turned on as fuck, but she still had some brattiness left in her. Her chin lifted. “You told me to stick to teenage boys.”
My eyes flared, and I punished her by sliding a finger through her wet heat. Her brow furrowed, and she bit her lip, whimpering in need.
“Tell me,” I growled. “Has anyone touched you here?”
She panted as her hips pulsed up and down, seeking more contact. “No!” She gasped. “Please…please, Mr Thomas. I need…I need–”
“Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” she moaned. “More. Just more. Please.”
I couldn’t deny her. At this point I was punishing both of us. My tongue was starved for a taste of her, and so I bent and ran the tip of my tongue through her wet folds. Her sweet aroma filled my nostrils at the same time her juicy wetness exploded against my tongue.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I groaned. “I could drink this pussy juice all day.”
She garbled something incoherent as her head jerked back. Her fingers grabbed my hair as her legs opened even wider.
I peeled her pussy lips apart and sank my tongue further into her cunt. More wetness leaked out of her, and I grabbed her ass and angled her so I could fit my mouth against her whole pussy.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Yes, yes! Mr Thomas, that feels so good!”
Her wetness leaked between her ass cheeks, and I followed the trail, burying my face between her butt, my nose right up against her leaking hole. If I suffocated right now, I wouldn’t give a fuck. What a way to go…snuffed out by the tightest, sweetest pussy there ever was.
I licked back up and covered my lips around her clit, sucking the tender little bud, before giving it a few licks. Over and over I repeated the action—lick, suck, lick, suck—until I felt her legs shake around my head.
“Oh, my god. I’m gonna… I’m gonna–”
“Come for me. Soak my face with your pussy. I fucking want it all, baby.”
Her hands tightened in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. The pain felt good. I wanted her mark all over me, just like I wanted to cover her with my mark…with my cum.
Her loud and long groan pierced the room as her body arched and her cunt soaked my comforter.
Her juices splashed against my lips and tongue, and I groaned at her delicious taste.
Pleasure exploded deep inside me, surprising me as I soaked the front of my jeans.
I’d never come just from giving another woman pleasure before.
I hadn’t ejaculated prematurely since I was a pimple-faced teen, actually.
But this was the effect that Dina had on me.
I kissed my way up her quivering belly before my mouth covered hers. We kissed passionately, and she moaned when she tasted herself on my tongue.
I pulled back reluctantly, looking down at Dina with her hair even more wild and her lipstick smudged off. Sweat lined her brow. She looked fucking beautiful and thoroughly pleasured. A deep emotion hit me square in the chest, and I swallowed hard at the lump in my throat.
“Dina. I–”
The doorknob jiggled before a small knock sounded on the door. Our heads whipped around in surprise.
“Dad?”
Fuck!
“Dad, are you in there?”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” I called out, hoping she didn’t find my raspy voice weird. Thank God she didn’t just open my door. “I, uh, spilled something on my pants. I’m just changing.”
“Oh. Okay, sorry. Do you know if we have any more ginger beer?”
I cleared my throat. Beneath me, I felt Dina’s body tense in discomfort. “Yeah. Check the big fridge in the garage.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
We remained frozen as we heard Lucy’s footsteps move away from my door and back down the hall.
Clarity hit me first, closely followed by shame. My daughter. My eighteen-year-old daughter almost caught me. With her eighteen-year-old best friend.
“Fuck!” I pulled back, wincing at the feel of my wet jeans. At least that part wasn’t a lie. I had spilled something.
I raked a shaky hand through my hair. “What am I doing? I can’t fucking do this.”
I heard Dina’s breath hitch, and I closed my eyes at the hurt I knew was brimming in her gaze. “Dina, I'm–”
“It’s fine,” she snapped, sitting up and yanking up her underwear. “It’s already forgotten.”
“I’m sorry.” I stood up awkwardly. “That was a mistake. It…it shouldn’t have happened.”
Those words tasted like ash in my mouth. I much preferred the taste of her pussy instead.
“I said it’s fine.” She jumped off the bed, straightening her top and avoiding my gaze. “Goodbye, Mr Thomas. Have a safe trip to the city.”
Her voice broke slightly at the end, and I reached out instinctively to try and comfort her. My soul protested at leaving her hurt. But I didn’t get the chance to hold her one more time. She quickly crossed to my door before opening and slamming it shut behind her.
Fuck.