Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend
My body is warmed up now, and I’m taking him more easily. He still feels too big, too much, but I like that sensation. I like how aware of his cock I am. I can feel every quiver and twitch, its heat lighting me up inside.
He uses his hand again, sliding between us and teasing my clit. Oh my god. The world is suddenly bright and shining. I’m so sensitive that I’m on the edge, just the delicate brush of his fingers is almost enough to send me over the edge. But not quite.
Until he slips two fingers into my pussy and curls them, thrusting directly into my G-spot. “Bryce, no,” I say.
“Yes,” he says, thrusting harder with both cock and fingers. “Come for me.”
He rubs my g-spot, flicking it and caressing it with those fingers before thrusting into me again. And when his thumb presses down on my clit—slick with my own juices—I break open
I’ve never had an orgasm like this before. The pleasure slices me open and remakes me as a new person. I think I black out for a second from the sheer pleasure. Falling, falling, falling through it. I can’t breathe. I just exist on a plane of ecstasy.
Breath shocks into my lungs as I hear and feel Bryce come. He shouts my name, loud in the pool house, and then heat spreads inside me. He’s the only person that I’ve done this with. The only person I’ll ever do this with, and it’s amazing to me. I wish I had given him every first. But I’m glad that we had this one together.
His forehead rests against mine in the aftermath, and he pulls out slowly before gathering me up and pulling me close on the bed. It’s the way we used to sleep, my back pressed to his chest, arm possessively around my ribs. It’s a good position. From here he can tease me all he likes—or lift my leg over his hip and fuck me, as he did more than once in the early morning.
“I love you,” he murmurs in my ear.
I tangle my fingers with his. “I love you too.”
His lips warm my neck, and I lean into his kiss. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“What is your sister going to say? She’s the one who thought it was disgusting.”
Bryce rolls me onto my back so he can see my face. “She hasn’t seen us together. And when she does, she’ll come around. She likes you, but she spoke without thinking. At first glance, to anyone else, what she says made sense. She’ll be fine. And if she isn’t, she and I will have a talk. Because you’re not going anywhere.”
He kisses me softly, and I let go of my worry. He’ll take care of it. It’ll be fine. We’re happy, and that’s all that matters. “Should we clean ourselves up so I can go see the baby?”
“Shower? With you? Absolutely.”
“I don’t think so,” I say, laughing. “You can shower in here. If we shower together, we’ll never make it to the hospital.”
He laughs, tracing his hand down my chest and between my breasts until his palm is on my stomach. “Have you thought about it?”
I have, but I’m going to make him specify. “What?”
“About what it will be like when we’re there. Showing off our baby.”
Placing my hand on top of his, I smile. “I have,” I say. “But one thing at a time.”
The baby is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baby that pretty, and I love the way it feels to hold her. She’s so new and precious. Fresh to the world. I’m going to enjoy being an aunt to this little one.
Bryce’s family, and Marcy especially, were surprised by our announcement. But the minute that Bryce made it clear that we were together, and planning to stay that way, she apologized for her words. I forgave her without a second thought.
By far though, the most gratifying part of it was that Jenna was there, and when Bryce told them, her jaw dropped open in shock and anger fell across her face. When I intentionally kissed him with tongue so that she could see, she didn’t like that either.
Too bad, I thought. He’s mine.
Bryce comes over to me at the window where I’m holding baby Isabelle. “She’s beautiful,” I tell him.
“Yes, she is.” But he’s not looking at the baby, he’s looking at me. And the love I see in his gaze makes every part of me ache. “You want to make one of those?” he asks.
I nod. “Absolutely. But I want some time to enjoy you first.”
He laughs softly. “That, Katti, I think I can do.”
Epilogue
Three Years Later
I cannot believe that I’m missing my own party. It’s so unfair.
Lying on my side in bed, I fight the dizziness and the nausea I’m feeling. It’ll pass soon, but I was really hoping that the morning sickness would be over by now. Most women only get the morning sickness for the first few months of a pregnancy. Well, I’m not most women because I’m seven months pregnant and still feel ill with shocking regularity.