My Dad's Bossy Friend

Taking a long step forward, I grab her around her waist and lift her off the floor. She wraps her legs around my hips and peers down at me as I walk us to the couch. The world outside these walls is violent, the ocean upheaving water like the world needs to be destroyed. The wind is tearing apart trees and blowing the sand away as if it doesn't belong.

But not here, not in our world. In here it's just us, in here we're protected from harm. In here we have everything we'll ever need; each other.

I drop Perri down onto the couch, and the small kitten meows as he lifts his head in surprise. Perri giggles as I scoop up the kitten and the pillow in one small bundle and set him on the floor.

“We're going to have to get used to that,” I say as I slide between her legs, and rest my arms beside her head.

Her legs slip back and forth over mine as she grins. Her smile, her smile makes my heart explode and my entire body warm from head to toe. This girl is mine, and I'm never letting her go.

Perri helps to pull my wet shirt off my chest, and she throws it to the side. I push up on my knees and take my pants down, kicking them off my feet. Goosebumps ripple down her skin as her eyes dance around my body.

My dick is rock hard, so I grab my shaft in my boxers and pull it out. Her eyes grow large as saucers as her thighs scissor over each other. With my shaft in my hand, I stroke my length and let her watch.

She nibbles her bottom lip as she admires me gliding my hand up and down. She slips her hand between her legs and touches herself as her eyes glow with lust. Using two fingers, she rubs circles over her little nub.

Her slit is glistening, growing wetter and wetter as she readies her body for my cock. Her eyes are on my dick as she works her pussy, dipping her fingers into her heat and pumping them in and out.

“Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to tease me until I make myself come?” she asks, her lips curling up seductively.

“It's fine if you come now. It won't stop me from making you come again, and again, and again. I'll make you come so many times your legs will be numb and you won't be able to walk for a week.”

“Is that right?”

Nodding, I smirk as I push her hand out of the way and drive my thickness into her. Her warm arousal slicks my dick, and I slide in easily. Her pussy tightens around my length as she moans loudly and her eyes snap shut.

“Shit,” she groans as she closes her legs around my hips and holds me tightly. She lifts her chin, pushing her head into the arm of the sofa, and her long neck is begging to be kissed. I run my lips up from her collarbone to ear and back down again. She quivers underneath me with need.

Pulling my body back, I throw my hips forward and slam deep into her heat. Her body shudders beneath me as she lets out another loud moan. Every noise, every little coo that comes out of her mouth makes my shaft harder and thicker.

Thrusting faster and faster, my chest tightens as I hold my breath, and I force my eyes to stay on her. I want to see her react to me. I want to see the pleasure as she wears it on her skin with blushed cheeks and beads of sweat. I want to watch her nibble on her lip and her breathing become ragged.

Perri grinds up against my base as I drive my hips down. Her nails scrape up my back, and she digs them into the flesh of my shoulders. Lifting her head up, she bites the side of my neck and groans against my skin.

She's close, her body is shaking, her thighs are clenching around my sides, and her heels are digging into the back of my legs. She's a live wire, the electricity explosive as she throws her head back and her mouth drops open in a soundless moan.

Her pussy squeezes firmly around my shaft as I bang her with vigor. My balls pull up against my body as my cock twitches and I come inside her. Perri's body arches off the couch as she forces her head back into the cushion and her pussy pulses around me.

My body relaxes, falling on top of hers. Our chests are lifting in unison, the beats of our hearts are pumping at the same rhythm. I can feel her heart as it pounds against my chest, and we both look into each other's eyes.

Perri runs the tips of her fingers softly through my hair. They move gently down the back of my neck, and then back up into my hair. “I love you, Kent Hayes.”

“I love you too, Perri Dean.” Kissing her forehead, I smile. “I've loved you since the first time I met you. I didn't know it then, but I felt it. I could feel you in my heart, in my chest, and through my entire body.”

“Really?” she asks, her fingers still playing with my hair.

“Yes. I tried to ignore it, I did my best to pretend like it wasn't there, but it never went away. I realized that the second you walked into the yard my first day here. I need you, Perri. I won't ignore it anymore.”

Perri cups my cheeks and throws her lips onto mine. She kisses me like she wants to drink my words. I can feel her love in her lips, in the way her fingers hold my face and her tongue sweeps across my mouth.

I love this woman.

And no one, not even her father, will ever get between us.

Because life without her isn't living. I need her to feel alive. To breathe, to be happy, to find joy in the little things.

I want to build a life with her. White picket fence, kids, the entire package. Because when you meet the right person, you just know. Life can't happen without them in it.

I'm never letting her go. She's too amazing to let her slip away.

I'll always make sure she knows how incredible she is.

9

Perri

I'm hit with icy cold water. It's so cold it burns my skin and makes me inhale a short, quick gasp of air.

Shooting upright in the bed, I start coughing, and trying to focus my eyes. I'm so confused. What the hell is going on?

Rubbing my eyes, I wipe my hands over my face, and try to grasp what's happening.

“Get the hell up.”

My dad's here. . .

Opening my eyes wide, the realization finally sets in.

“Dad!” I yell, jumping out of the bed and wrapping myself in the sheet. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here?”

Kent pushes up in the bed, and yawns. Blinking his eyes open, he holds out a hand. “Bryce, calm down—”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down,” he snarls, pointing a firm finger at Kent. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” His eyes pop open wide, teeth clenching tight as his words slither out full of rage. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Dad, please, we're all adults here, we can talk about this.”

“Talk about this!” His eyes jump to mine, and his nostrils flare wide. “No, no, no, we're not going to talk about anything. You're fired! I want you out! I want you both gone!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Kent quickly says, holding up open hands. “Bryce, you're overreacting.” Kent takes a few steps forward as my father turns to face him. “I didn't plan this, neither one of us meant for this to happen, but it did.”

My father's lips thin as his eyes turn to slits. His hands are at his sides, fists tight, knuckles white. I take a step back, fussing with my bottom lip as I stand in silence.

This is bigger than

me. I am the catalyst for this moment, for this bull fight. My heart is racing in my chest and I can feel the sweat as it beads up across my forehead. This isn't good. This isn't how I wanted my father to find out about us.

But here we are. There's no going back, he knows now. And he hates it.

Kent throws a hand through his hair, and looks up at the ceiling. “Look,” he starts to say as he moves his eyes back to my father.

Crack!

In a matter of a single second, my father slugs him in the face. Kent's head whips to one side, and he lets out a quick grunt.

My father is breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he just stands there.

“Dad! Stop!” I yell as he takes a step forward like he's going to strike him again. I grab his arm and try to yank him back.

Kent lifts his head, rocking his jaw side to side as he wipes blood off his lip. “You feel better now that you got that out of your system?” he asks, his voice a hair away from laughing.

“Fuck you,” my father spits out at him. “This is my business, my house, I own it. Not you, not her, I do. Who do you think you are?” he asks, taking a step forward. “And she's my daughter. My daughter! I thought we were friends. Obviously I was wrong because it’s clear you don’t respect me at all!”

“Bryce, I'm really sorry, I swear I didn't plan this. I never meant for anything to interfere with our company or our friendship. But I'm not backing down from this. I love your daughter. I love her and I'm not going anywhere. I told you that when I talked to you, and I meant it. I wanted to do this right, I wanted to ask you first before I asked her. I thought it was the respectful thing to do.”

Wait. . . what? He told him about us? He told him he loved me?

I glance at Kent, and his eyes meet mine. Arching a brow, he gives me a small flash of a smile and shrugs his shoulders.

It finally makes sense now. The phone calls weren't just to tell my father about how I was doing, he was also telling my father about us, about how he feels, about wanting to be with me. I can feel my chest tighten and tingles jump down my body as his words sink in.