by Izzy Slam
“Who?”
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “The one talking to your dad? Who’s been staring a hole in you since he got here?”
I feel my cheeks blush. Another thing that never happens. When the fuck do I blush?
“One of my dad’s childhood friends. Why?”
She lightly taps me on the arm. “Because he’s been staring a hole in you all night! And fuck, girl. He’s gorgeous! Please, oh please tell me you’re going to fuck him and report every detail to me.”
My jaw drops. “I’m not going to fuck him. I just told you he’s my dad’s best friend. He’s, I don’t know, off limits.”
Becca pulls a face and shakes her head. “Your dad doesn’t have to know. Let him pop that cherry. Trust me when I say the older ones know what the hell they’re doing.”
Becca knows what she’s talking about. She recently slept with several of our former teachers. But she turned eighteen six months ago. She’s, like, way ahead of me in the sexual department.
“Go call your mom while I get the camera,” I laugh.
“I’m just saying,” she adds, dramatically throwing a hand in the air as she walks to my room down the hall.
I can’t help but laugh, and I think about it as I walk into the kitchen to get dad’s camera. I don’t have any lovers to compare like she does. But I’ve heard the regular complaints from my friends about how their boyfriends rush through to the finish without taking their time. Becca has made it clear on more than one occasion that older men enjoy taking their time.
But Granger and me, well, we’re as different as night and day. He would never want an inexperienced girl like me, especially when a guy like him could have any woman he wanted.
“You are so goddamn sexy.”
I spin on my heels when I hear his voice, nearly dropping the camera from my hands. His eyes sweep over me as he steps my way, making me wonder what he’s thinking.
“I am?” I watch as he licks his lips, stopping in front of me and cupping my face with his rugged hands.
“Yes. Good god, yes.”
“I—thank you, Mr. Stevens.” It seems so weird to be calling him that, especially with the way he’s making me feel right now.
As if reading my mind, he tells me to call him Granger. “Mr. Stevens was fine when you were a little girl. But I think we both know that you’re not a little girl anymore, are you?”
I feel the heat between us as he slips a hand to the back of my neck.
“As of today, no,” I breathe. “I’m not a little girl.”
“You still have that innocence about you, though, don’t you? Despite the fact that you’re a grown woman with a body that’s making it hard, so hard, for me to be a gentleman…”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, feeling the urge build between my legs as he stares at me with hunger blazing in his eyes. I feel so … beneath his league. I can’t help but wonder what he wants with me. Plenty of women have nice bodies. Why would he want his best friend’s daughter?
“Thank you for the compliment, but … I should probably check on my friend,” I tell him, too nervous to allow this to progress any further than intense flirtation.
“Your friend is fine,” he says, letting his hands slide down to my lower back as he pulls me close. “Let’s just have a few moments alone, sweetheart.”
Grangers leans down and presses his nose to my neck as I glide my hands up the front of him, noticing his hard chest through his dress shirt. I can smell him, all spicy and manly, and it makes me so fucking wet.
His nose brushes my ear and he pulls me so close that I can feel his erection struggling to get free as it flinches against my belly.
“Granger,” I whisper, my upper body leaning away from him and my lower half aching to feel him take me quickly.
“Fuck, Callie, you’re making me so hard,” he growls, letting his hands move lower to cup my ass.
I can’t help but let out a soft moan, thinking I should push him away, I should stop this. But the other part wants to let go, to explore whatever it is he wants to do.
But my dad is right downstairs. And if he saw what his best friend was doing, he’d lose his shit.
“My dad is going to see us. We …. we can’t,” I tell him, pressing my palms to his chest.
When he ignores me and starts kissing my neck, my nipples pucker up deliciously tight underneath my dress. His teeth bite into my flesh, making me tremble.
And then, just like that, he stops and moves slowly away, wiping the corner of his lips and trailing his eyes over me once again.
“Your arousal is plain to see, sweetheart,” he says, nodding to my chest where I know two little pebbles are poking through the fabric.
I stand there panting, feeling conflicted about the fact that he listened to me and actually stopped. I glance at his crotch and notice the length of his cock, wishing I could catch just a glimpse of it.
“Enjoy your last night alone, darling.”
“Last night? Alone? I don’t understand.”
His smile, and the confidence with which he holds my gaze, makes me tremble.
“I’m coming for you tomorrow. Your father will just have to understand.”
He disappears from the kitchen, leaving me standing there holding the camera in a sex-hazed stupor. It’s only once he’s gone that I notice Becca hiding in the darkness of the dining room. She must have come in here and seen us, then slipped away to hide and watch.
“Oh. My. God,” she says, peering off into his direction.
When we hear the basement door close, she drops her mouth and fans herself.
“What the hell was that?” I say, leaning back against the table to steady my legs.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. And I’ve watched a lot of porn.”
I know my best friend is trying to be funny, but I’m still trying to process what Granger just said.
“Do you think he’s serious?”
Becca snorts and shakes her head.
“What exactly does that mean? That he’s coming for me?”
She grips me by the shoulders and bores her eyes into mine. “It means he’s gonna fuck you senseless, girl. And he doesn’t give a fuck what your daddy thinks of it. Oh my god, that is so hot. We have to get back downstairs so you can flirt with him the rest of the night.”
Taking me by the hand and dragging me back to the basement, Becca is being the assertive girl I know and love. The music is blaring and a few other friends of mine have arrived to help me ring in my official adulthood.
Dad comes to me and takes the camera from my hands, thanking me for remembering to get it. He then pulls me close and puts his lips to my ear. “I want you to have fun tonight, honey. Have a drink and just cut loose. Let your friends crash here, too. Tonight, it’s all about you.”
He kisses me on the cheek, and I can tell he’s had a bit too much to drink, but I’m glad he’s cutting loose, too. Maybe he won’t notice the way Granger is looking at me, or how I look at him.
I end up pouring a glass of wine and drinking it a little fast, I think because my nerves are just shot. Granger and what he said scares me. Not in a bad way or anything. But the thought of him coming back here tomorrow to … what, exactly? Take me to dinner? Or take me to his place and keep me forever?
Enjoy your last night alone…
I can’t stop thinking about this.
And I especially can’t help how excited it makes me.
~Granger~
I think I rattled Callie a little bit. And that certainly wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to plant that little seed—the one that will bloom over the next few days, when she becomes my wife.
I cannot take my eyes off her, and Dan notices. I know deep down he’s not thrilled with the prospect of exchanging his debt for his daughter. But he also practically salivated at the lips when I told him I’d wipe his debt clean.
“She’s still a virgin, Granger. You better treat her right.”
I
had to hold back a chuckle at that. Does he really think I wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man who even made her shed one tear? Callie will never know sadness. She’ll never know pain. She’ll never want for a thing. I’ll give her everything she needs and then some.
Especially in the bedroom, or wherever the fuck I want to take her.
I love watching her have fun with her friends, and I love the way her cheeks turn rosy red when she sees me watching her. She sucks down a glass of wine with a little speed then hops to the dance floor to show me what she’s got. But within a few minutes, the DJ switches to a slow song. And that’s when I swoop in.
She and her friends start laughing but the moment I slide in front of her and wrap an arm around her waist, they disappear in a flurry.
Callie pulls in a rushed breath and looks up at me in shock, her small hands pressed to my chest.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I hold her close and move to the rhythm.
“I’m dancing. People do it all the time, and it’s actually considered normal, so relax and have fun.”
A few other couples soon join us, and I flick my gaze at Dan. He’s eyeing me as he takes a sip of his drink, and I give him a quick nod, letting him know I’m claiming what’s mine.
If he were to change his mind, it wouldn’t matter. Callie wants me. I can feel it in the way she clings to me as she pretends she’s trying to pull away.
“I’ve never slow danced,” she says, looking up at me with those tender eyes and dimpled cheeks.
“I’m going to be your first for lots of things, sweetheart.”
She drags the edge of her teeth over her lower lip. “Like?”
I chuckle and press her head to my chest so I can talk right into her ear. “Oh, I don’t know, like kiss you a thousand different ways, touch you the way you’ve ached to be touched, and love you like you’ve never thought possible.”
Her fingers grip my shirt. I can feel her heart beating against me, and it makes me hard.
Fuck.
She wants to hear more.
“I’m going to take my time with you, licking that tender body until you cum over and over, worshiping every inch between your legs.”
My dick twitches in my pants, and I can feel her clinging to me tighter, moving closer as our feet move in perfect synchronicity through the song.
“And then, when I’m done, I’ll hold you until my arms go numb.”
She angles her head up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful. I tangle my fingers through her long strands and tighten my grip, forcing her to gasp softly.
“I know what I want when I see it. And I want you. Forever.”
Callie blinks at me several times, and it’s all I can do to keep my lips from crashing against hers. Fuck, she smells so good, feels so good in my arms. I can’t wait to taste her on our wedding night, feel her lips on mine right before those same lips that kiss me wrap around my hard cock and drink me down.
I nudge my erection into her belly at the end of the song, and I hear her whimper softly. But the moment the song is over, and I plant an innocent kiss on the top of her head, I have to beeline it to the small bathroom to hide what a perverted man I am, to get rid of the evidence, at least for now.
I tug out my dick and stroke it a few times, letting a white-hot stream of fluid burst out into the palm of my hand, growling in the back of my throat as I imagine emptying inside of my girl. I feel selfish tonight because I really don’t want to wait several days for her.
I want her right the fuck now.
I wash up and decide that the only way I will get through this is to clear out of here and get started on making my plans. But before leaving, I make it a point to remind Dan of what he needs to do.
He looks a little haggard as I approach him, so I grip his arm tightly.
“Don’t forget what we worked out. I’ll be in touch tomorrow, first thing, with all the details.”
He nods and sways to the side a little.
“And for God’s sake, switch to coffee. This is your daughter’s birthday. Not a bachelor party.”
I give Callie one final glance before I leave, and she takes one step my way. I think she wants to follow me outside, but I give her a swift shake of the head.
Not tonight. Not until she’s my wife.
~Callie~
I can hardly sleep all night thinking of Granger, of his hands roaming my body, of his lips against my neck. It was one hell of a birthday party, and the sexiest way I could ever imagine turning eighteen. He even gave me this little heart-shaped necklace that I adore.
Several of my friends ended up spending the night, but they all left early to go home or to their jobs. Becca was the last to leave, making me promise to tell her what happens.
“You think I could keep something that big a secret from you?” Not that I know what “that” is or how big it will be.
“Just be prepared to give me all the details,” she laughs.
I head to the kitchen to make coffee, fantasizing about Granger and what he has planned for me today. The possibilities are endless, but I’m trying to stay realistic, knowing he’ll probably want to take me to dinner. I can’t help but wonder what my dad will have to say. He will not be thrilled with a grown man—his best friend no less—taking away his baby girl. I’ve never seen him lose his temper, but this might be one of those occasions that sends him over the edge.
And the thought of Granger wanting me badly enough to risk a fight with his best friend makes my pussy quake with need.
“Good morning, sweetie.” Dad’s voice interrupts my thoughts.
I turn around to see him stretching as he holds a fist over a yawn.
“Good morning, dad. I made coffee.”
“Mm, good. That’s about the only thing I can handle right now.” He trudges across the floor and pours a cup, sliding the mug my way before pouring his own.
“Did you sleep alright?” I ask, wondering if something is bothering him or if he’s just hungover.
“I slept okay, I suppose. Listen, um…” he says, pausing and running his hands through his hair. “Granger Stevens would like to spend some time with you. He’s coming to pick you up in a few hours. Make sure you’re ready, okay?”
He says it just as casual as you please before walking off. And all I can do is stand there speechless. This is not the reaction I expected.
Why is my dad okay with me going out with his best friend? He should be livid.
I pull out my phone and immediately send Becca a text. And naturally, she’s just as confused as I am. But she also proceeds to tell me what I should do to get ready, going so far as to choose the dress.
I have no idea where he’s taking me, I reply.
Doesn’t matter! Short, tight dress, no undies!!
I roll my eyes and laugh before hopping in the shower and decide to take her advice. She does have more experience than I do. And by the time Granger gets here, I’m wearing a dark green sleeveless blouse with my satin black mini. The heat is already building between my legs, and I can feel the dampness coating my thighs. Going without undies is not something I’m comfortable with, so I slip on a pair of thongs, even though I know they’ll be soaked before the end of the night.
Dad tells me he has to run a few errands, and within twenty minutes, Granger is ringing the doorbell. My heart nearly beats right out of my chest as I pull the door open.
He’s dressed casually in dark navy blue jeans and a tight fitting maroon V-neck t-shirt. He tugs the sunglasses down his face so I can actually see his eyes sweep over me.
“Great god in heaven, Callie. You look gorgeous.”
I bite my lip and smile. He really does make me feel sexy. “Thanks. You want to come in?”
He shakes his head. “Our ride is waiting.”
I look over his shoulder and see the black limousine at the end of the sidewalk, trying my best not to look shocked. “Oh, wow. Okay. Let me just grab my purse.”
I slide my bag off the table
in the foyer and pull the door closed. And the moment I start to walk down the steps, Granger takes me by the hand, forcing a smile on my face.
“I see your father told you I was coming,” he says once we we’re inside the limo.
I nod and look at all the plush accommodations right in front of me, including a bar, television screen, and small refrigerator that I’m sure is stocked with drinks and snacks.
“What else did he tell you?” Granger says, taking me by the hand.
The way he touches me makes me tremble with need.
“Just that you wanted to spend some time with me today.”
A smile starts to form on his lips and he lets his gaze fall to my chest. “Did he tell you anything else?”
“No. Was there something else to tell me?”
He studies me for a moment, then quickly types something into his phone. All this unknown is definitely getting my attention, but the mysterious way my father reacted makes me wonder if they’ve both concocted some sort of surprise for me.
Once the limo takes off, Granger pours us a club soda and keeps up the mystery by staying quiet until we reach our destination half an hour later. It’s the longest half hour of my life. I keep looking at Granger, and he’ll look back at me, his gaze so dark and intense it makes me shiver.
“Aren’t you going to give me some hint as to where we’re going?” I finally ask.
Granger nods to the long window in front of us, right as the driver spins the limo in a half circle. One of my favorite spots, Crystal Lake, comes into view through the glass, and the view is breathtaking.
“I love this place,” I tell him, unbuckling my seatbelt and reaching for the door handle.
But Granger stops me, then leans over and closes the glass partition between us and the driver. “Let’s just enjoy the view for a moment,” he says.
I watch as he undoes his seatbelt and slides across the seat, closing the gap between us. His hand is on the back of my head, and I’m licking my lips nervously, anxiously awaiting the inevitable kiss.
He torments me a few seconds, letting his gaze roam over my face. His eyes, his whole damn face, makes my insides quake with need. His dominance is filling me with all these unexpected sensations.