My Ex-Boyfriend's Dad: An Age Gap Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

by K. C. Crowne

  “You’d really be willing to do that?”

  I nodded. “I wasn’t around enough for Melissa and Wally. I won’t make the same mistake. I’ll do everything I can to spend as much time as possible with the three of you. Whenever you need me, I’m there. You’ve made me the happiest man alive, so it’s the least I can do.”

  “You’re going to be an amazing father to them.”

  I peered up at her, transfixed by her lovely, soft eyes. “You know, it’s going to get crazy around here once the babies are born. I should warn you, it means a lot of late nights and stinky diapers.”

  “And constant crying?”

  “Constant,” I agreed.

  “I wonder if we’ll ever get a moment to ourselves.”

  “Eventually. When they’re a little older and more independent.”

  “Maybe we should take advantage of the time we have alone together now.”

  I grinned. “Can I take you to the bedroom?”

  “You don’t even have to ask.”

  She shrieked and laughed as I picked her up in my arms, carrying her down the hall to my room. I set her down on the edge of my bed and shimmied her out of her clothes, unwrapping her like the gift she was. Kissing her was a delight, still as sweet and warm as the day I first put my hands on her. Little did I know then how she’d willingly be mine.

  I was mindful of her bandages. The doctors said Vivian was in good condition, out of any grave danger, though the skin around the slash might still be a tad tender. I treated her with the utmost care regardless, laying her down on her back while I stamped my lips down her stomach. The knowledge that there was not one, but two lives growing within her set my blood on fire.

  “You’re amazing,” I murmured as I settled between her legs, peppering kisses against her inner thighs. “So beautiful. Mother of my children.”

  Vivian tilted her head back and moaned as I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was already wet and ready for me, but I intended to savor this moment. We had all the time in the world. Nobody was coming after us. We had the whole place to ourselves. I took it upon myself —a private challenge of sorts— to make her scream my name.

  Her knees trembled as she gasped with pleasure, toes curling as she dragged her fingers through my hair.

  “J-Jesse,” she whined. “Oh, fuck, right there.”

  “Right here?” I teased her entrance, relishing the way she giggled. I nipped at the inner corner of her knee. “Or did you mean right here?”

  Vivian cackled. “Stop it, babe. Quit playing.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath. “Call me that again.”

  “Babe?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  She caressed my cheek and smiled. “Whatever you want, babe.”

  The sound of the endearment made my skin come alive. Yet another reminder of how much I loved this woman. How I managed to function without her up until this point in my life was beyond me. She was my everything, and now she was all mine.

  I returned my attention to her swollen bud, drawing tight circles against her. Her voice grew higher with each pass, her back arching as I pushed her closer to the edge.

  When she came, it was with a rapturous moan. Her toes curled. She gripped the sheets. She was putty in my hands. Her pale skin was flushed in places, her cheeks and neck rosy with desire.

  “I take it you enjoyed yourself?” I asked.

  Vivian snorted. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. You’re a cocky bastard.”

  “And I’m all yours.”

  “That you are. But there’s a slight problem.”

  I frowned. “What?” I lifted myself, looking her up and down. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  Vivian shook her head, a demure smile on her lips. “No, no. Nothing like that.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “You’re not nearly nude enough.”

  I sighed. “Don’t do that,” I grumbled, but started to take my shirt off.

  Vivian sat up to help in the disrobing. She made quick work of the front of my pants, all but yanking them down to free my cock. I’d been so focused on her own pleasure that I hadn’t realized just how hard I was. I was throbbing, desperate for release. Once the last bit of my clothes was discarded, I returned to her, scooping her up to cradle her close.

  “How do you want me?” she asked, almost shyly.

  I kissed her, sweeping my tongue past her lips to taste her mouth. “Just like this,” I murmured. “I want to make love to you.”

  Vivian grinned, cupping my cheeks with her hands. “I want that, too.”

  I spread her legs and aligned myself with her entrance, gathering her wet heat with the head of my cock. A shiver shot its way down my spine, anticipation mounting. I pressed into her slowly, inch by inch, admiring the way Vivian’s mouth fell open to release the softest of cries.

  Her walls stretched to take me in, slick and warm and welcoming. A perfect fit. Like she was made for me. It took all my willpower not to fall over the edge. Determined to make things last, I distracted myself with the task of claiming her lips. I held myself within her, feeling the walls of her pussy flutter around my shaft.

  “Babe,” she groaned. “Please move.”

  “What’s the rush, angel?” I asked, sucking on her bottom lip.

  “I want—” She bucked her hips and sighed. “I want to make you feel good.”

  “Just being with you makes me feel good.”

  “You know what I mean.” She reached around, circling my neck with her arms. She dragged her nails down my back, panting. “Jesse, please.”

  “Have I ever told you how much I love how greedy you are? Do you really need my cock that much?”

  “Yes!” she blurted. “Yes, I need it.”

  “Say it.”

  “I need your cock, Jesse. I need to feel you inside me. I need everything you can give me.”

  “Alright, angel. Whatever my baby needs.”

  I rolled my hips against her, plunging my cock as deep as she could allow. I swallowed her groans, determined to kiss her breathless. My rhythm was slow at first, testing the waters. I wanted nothing more than to dive right in. Be selfish. Make up for lost time. But this was good, too. This was all things tender and loving and wonderful.

  It was a privilege to see her hair all messy and tangled. It was a delight to listen to her cries of pleasure. There really was nothing Vivian could do that didn’t set my nerves on fire.

  “Fuck, I love you,” I growled in her ear. “I love you so much, Vivian.”

  “I love you, too,” she said, voice tight and breathy. “God, Jesse. I’m so close. I’m going to—”

  I reached down between us and used my fingers to tease her clit, drawing tight circles guaranteed to make her lose her mind. Vivian’s body seized and sputtered as climax took over.

  “Fuck!” she screamed. “Jesse, yes!”

  “That’s my girl,” I cooed. “So nice and tight for me.”

  “Babe—”

  “It’s alright, angel. Gonna fill you right up. Do you want that?”

  “Yes. Yes, I want all of you.”

  The hot, tight coil in the pit of my stomach exploded, ecstasy shooting through my veins and wiping my mind of any thought. For the briefest, most beautiful moment, I was in heaven.

  We lay in bed together, in a comfortable haze. I played with her hair while she stroked my jaw, scraping at my stubble.

  “You’d look cool with a good ol’ fashion Dad ‘stache.”

  I kissed her fingers. “I love you, but absolutely not.”

  “What? I think you’d look good with a moustache.”

  “I’ll consider it.”

  “That’s all I ask.”

  I took a deep breath and looked off into the distance. “Okay. I thought about it.”

  “And?”

  “No.”

  Vivian laughed, bright and beautiful.

  Chapter 37

  Vivian

  “Well,”
Wally said, clapping his hands together. “This is it. What do you think?”

  Jesse and I stepped into the apartment. It had two bedrooms with a shared bathroom at the end of the hall and a cozy living room that opened into the small kitchen. Video game and movie posters decorated the walls. The furniture was all mismatched, likely purchased over time from different places —garage sales, picked up off the side of the curb— but that’s what gave Wally’s apartment so much charm. A definite bachelor pad, but there was a spark of pride in his eyes.

  I recognized it, that look. I’d felt the same about my own apartment. It was his, something he could have all to himself. And, of course, his roommate with whom he split the rent.

  “It’s lovely,” I said. I nudged Jesse in the ribs with the tip of my elbow. “Right, babe?”

  Jesse nodded slowly. “Yes. Lovely.”

  I cleared my throat. A warning.

  Jesse brightened his tone. “I’m proud of you, son. How’s the new job treating you?”

  Wally smiled wide. “Really good, actually. Long hours, but it pays great. I’ve already got enough saved for my flight to Paris next year. In the meantime, it's a great learning experience.” He waved us into the kitchen. “Please, have a seat. Dinner’s almost ready. I just need to add the final touches to a couple things.”

  “Thank you for inviting us,” I said as Jesse pulled my chair out for me, ever the gentleman. “I’ve been looking forward to trying your cooking. Oh, did you remember the thing about the tuna?”

  Wally nodded. “Yes. Tuna’s not on the menu tonight. Dad made sure to remind me. Twice.”

  Jesse shrugged as he sat down next to me at the table. “I thought it needed repeating.”

  Although the kitchen was small, Wally moved fluidly around like it was his own kingdom. His knives were sharp, his timing impeccable, his measurements precise. The way he plated made our meals look like edible works of art. He wasn’t shy about the seasoning, and he delivered our food piping hot and ready to be devoured. It was quite literally dinner and a show.

  And Jesse looked like he couldn’t be prouder.

  “Dig in,” Wally said. “Tonight we’re having pan fried halibut in a buttered panko crust with a side of scalloped potatoes and sautéed vegetables. The omega-three in the fish’ll be good for you and the kiddos.”

  I took a bite and practically swooned. The halibut was delightfully crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside, practically melting on my tongue. The potatoes were creamy, and the vegetables offered an earthy finish.

  “This is amazing,” I mumbled, not the least bit concerned that I was talking with my mouth full.

  “Five-star worthy,” Jesse said, nodding in agreement.

  Wally smiled, clearly pleased. “Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Viv.”

  “How long is that culinary program again?” Jesse asked.

  “Two years, give or take.”

  “You must be excited.”

  “I am.”

  “My offer still stands, you know. I don’t mind paying for the flight. You might as well save your money and use it on whatever supplies you need when you get there.”

  “You’ve already paid the tuition, Dad. I think I can handle the plane ticket. Besides, the school pays for our things. It’s built into the program.”

  “Well, I’m here if you need anything.”

  “I know,” Wally said meaningfully. “Thank you. Really.”

  We continued to eat, conversation light and pleasant.

  “So, how’s the baby name debate going?” Wally asked.

  I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Don’t even get me started.”

  “We’re stuck between Alexander or Matthew if one’s a boy,” Jesse explained.

  “No,” I said firmly. “You’re stuck between Alexander and Matthew. If they’re boys, I want to name them Peter and Jack.”

  “Peter and Jack are such boring names,” Jesse argued.

  “And Alexander and Matthew sound way too stuffy!”

  “We can always shorten it and call them Alex and Matt.”

  “Oh, sure. It’s the length of the names that’s the problem.”

  Wally chuckled. “And if they’re girls?”

  Jesse rubbed his temples. “No, not this again.”

  “Anastasia and Charlotte,” I announced.

  “No,” he said. “I thought we agreed on Isabella and Daisy.”

  “Oh my God, we’re never going to agree on anything. Can we just pull an Elon Musk and give them numbers in their names?”

  “I love my children too much to do that.”

  “Okay, fair. I guess it’s back to the drawing board.”

  Jesse sighed. “Look, how about we let Wally decide?”

  Wally threw his hands up and shook his head. “Nope. Leave me out of it.”

  “Maybe we could ask Molly?” I suggested.

  “She’s biased. She’ll obviously agree with you.”

  “And what? Wally isn’t biased? He’d just agree with you.”

  “Maybe I should give Theo and Ava a call.”

  “But there’s two of them. We need an odd number of votes for a deal breaker.”

  “Ugh, okay. How about—” Jesse’s phone rang, interrupting him mid-sentence. He checked the screen and frowned. “Ah, shit. It’s work.”

  “It’s after work hours,” I pointed out, mildly disappointed. “You promised, babe. No phone calls after seven.”

  “I’m sorry, angel. It’s Devin. You know he only ever calls if it’s an emergency. I’ll be sure to tell him off.”

  “You’d better,” I mumbled.

  “Excuse me just a sec. I’ll be out in the hall.” Jesse got up from the table and kissed the top of my head before leaving for a more private area to speak.

  “Things seem to be going pretty well between you two,” Wally observed aloud. “Apart from the whole baby name thing.”

  I giggled. “Yeah. We normally agree on everything, but this is turning out to be a lot harder than we first thought.”

  Wally took another bite of his food, chewing slowly. “I’m happy for you two. Really.”

  “Thank you, Wally. That means a lot to me. To us.”

  “I can’t believe I’m going to be an older brother in couple of months. That’ll be weird.”

  “Well, think of it this way: you don’t have to share any of your toys.”

  “That’s true. I’m probably going to spoil them, either way.”

  “Oh, Molly’s way ahead of you on that one. She’s for some reason taken it upon herself to be the one the kids run off to when they’ve got problems.”

  Wally laughed softly. “Maybe I’ll be the one they run off to when they get sick of your cooking.”

  “Who says they’ll get sick of my cooking?”

  He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m sure your cooking’s fine.” He pulled a face. “You’re not going to make me call you my stepmom, are you?”

  I nearly spat out my water. “Oh, God no. That’d be so weird.”

  “Oh, good. Yeah. Very weird.”

  “But I doubt that’s something you’ll have to worry about any time soon.”

  “Oh? You mean he hasn’t popped the question yet?”

  I shook my head, heat filling in my cheeks. “No.”

  “Do you want him to pop the question?”

  I peeked over my shoulder to make sure Jesse was still in the hallway taking his call. I leaned forward and whispered, “Yes and no.”

  “Could you be any more confusing?”

  “Yes, I’d like him to ask, but not right now.”

  “Really? Even with the twins on the way?”

  I shrugged. “I like the way things are right now. And I know Jesse will be there for me and the kids no matter what. With or without a ring, I love him and I know he loves me. For now, that’s all I need. Besides, it’s the twenty-first century. Just because I’m expecting doesn’t mean we have to tie the knot.”

  “That’s very true. Although…�
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  “What?”

  “I don’t know,” Wally mumbled. “Dad’s always been such a traditional kind of guy. You’ve really changed him.”

  “Nah,” I said lightly. “I think he did that all by himself.”

  Jesse returned some minutes later, shaking his head as he shoved his phone into his back pocket. I arched an eyebrow at him, to which he responded, “One of the bodyguards couldn’t remember where they put his duffle bag.”

  “Ah, so not a work emergency, then?”

  “I mean, it did have his gun in it. I can’t have work-issued firearms floating around for anyone to find.” Jesse kissed my cheek apologetically. “Sorry. No more work calls after hours, I promise.”

  “You really have changed,” Wally muttered as he took another bite of his deliciously prepared meal.

  Chapter 38

  Jesse

  I paced around the room, looking at the informative diagram posters on the wall without really taking them in. The doctor was running late. The only reason I wasn’t kicking up a stink about it was because Vivian said she was comfortable and rather liked this OBGYN. I’d taken her to meet several doctors in the last couple of months, determined to find her the best care available for her and the babies and this was the one she’d landed on.

  “Would you please sit, babe?” she asked me sweetly. “You’re making me a little anxious.”

  “But you said you weren’t feeling well this morning. I want the doctor to check you out as soon as possible.”

  “Jesse, relax. I was probably just bloated.” Vivian rubbed her stomach, which was now large and swelling. The babies were getting big. I had no idea how Vivian managed to get around the way she did, still surprisingly nimble and quick on her feet. “I shouldn’t have eaten all those cookies.”

  “I did tell you to pace yourself.”

  “I know, I know. You were right.” She said this with a pout, but I knew her well enough to know she was only pretending to be upset.

  I checked my watch. “What’s taking her so long?”

  “She probably has other patients.”