DILF

He smiled.

Listening to her dirty talk would never get old, at least not to him. Pulling out of her, he drove back in, doing so with a little more force. He would show her how he fucked, all right.

17

They sat at David’s dining room table, Lisabeth’s heart in her throat, her palms sweating, everything about her on edge. Today they were going to tell Rachel about them. All the bad things that could happen played through her mind. She had no clue how this would play out, but what she did know was that they had to be honest with her. There was no more trying to hide this, not when it was clear David wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Lisabeth looked at David, saw he was calm, cool … collected.

“Are you not nervous?”

David glanced up at her and smiled. He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “No. I’m not nervous. This is the right call, and I should have said something to you right from the beginning, right when I knew you were mine. And I should have told Rachel about us before things got this deep.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “But we are doing this now, openly, honestly.”

“She won’t like this.” Lisabeth needed him to hear those words, to really comprehend that Rachel might hate them both after the words were finally said, after their relationship was out in the open.

He smiled and shook his head slowly. “She may not, but she’ll have to understand that this is our lives. She’ll have to realize that I’m not going to walk away from you.”

She felt her heart pound fast and hard at those words.

Lisabeth looked at the clock, knowing that Rachel would be here any moment. Lisabeth had asked her to meet at David’s place, that she had something really important to discuss.

Then she heard the sound of Rachel’s car pulling into the driveway. A moment later the car door shut and she heard Rachel speaking on the phone. Although the conversation was muted, it was clear that whoever she spoke to, she was very happy with what was being said.

“Are we really doing this?” Lisabeth asked David.

“Everything will be fine. I’m not letting you go.” He said the last part with so much determination that Lisabeth had no choice but to believe him. “I love you, and that’s the damn truth.”

She smiled, feeling her face heat at hearing him say those words.

When the front door opened then closed Lisabeth felt her heart race. Then there was Rachel, standing in the entryway to the kitchen, looking at both of them. “Hey,” she finally said, her brows lowering as confusion settled in her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” David said and stood, embracing his daughter in a hug. “Have a seat.” He held the chair out for Rachel and she sat down.

“What’s going on?” Rachel was looking at Lisabeth first, then glanced at her father. “If this is about me being absent a lot lately, I’ve just been busy. I don’t need an intervention or anything,” she joked.

“It’s not about that,” David responded.

“Okay,” Rachel said, that word hanging between the three of them.

Lisabeth was scared to say anything, but this had to happen. Rachel needed to know. She deserved to know that Lisabeth was in a relationship with David.

“Listen,” Lisabeth finally said, her heart in her throat. She glanced at David, and although she knew he would do this, say the words, Lisabeth wanted to be the one that told Rachel about what was going on.

Just do it. Tell her the truth.

“I love David.” There. The words were out there.

“And I love her,” David said before Rachel could give her response.

Long moments passed where Rachel just stared at them, back and forth, not saying anything, probably processing all of this.

“I’ve wanted Lisabeth for a long time, but it wasn’t until recently that we got together.”

“And by together you mean together?”

Lisabeth nodded.

More silence stretched between them.

“So let me get this straight,” Rachel said as she glanced between David and Lisabeth.

She didn’t speak for long seconds as she looked at them both, probably choosing her words wisely. Although Lisabeth couldn’t blame her if Rachel decided to go off the deep end. This was one hell of a revelation.

“You and my father are seeing each other, as in you’re in a relationship together?” Rachel sounded clear, her voice steady.

Lisabeth looked at David, then glanced at Rachel, nodding. “Yeah,” she said softly, bracing herself for whatever would happen.

Rachel leaned back in her chair, her face void of emotion. “Huh,” she said finally. “I guess I’m not that surprised.”

Lisabeth felt her eyes widen. “You’re not surprised?” She found herself saying, stunned, so damn shocked over what in the hell was going on right now. Lisabeth probably looked like she was a deer caught in headlights with the expression covering her face.