Hot Daddy Package: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

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by Tracy Lorraine


  “Oh my god, that smells good.” Coming to a stop at the end of the sofa, I look up to find her hair wet and her face still flawless and clear of any make-up. She bends over, I assume to put something in her bag, but all I see is a face full of cleavage.

  “You know, I’m an arse man really. But that I can fucking get on board with.”

  She pauses, looks up at me and then looks down at herself. A growl rumbles up her throat. “Scott, I thought we’d drawn a line,” she said referring to me agreeing to turn it down a notch the other night.

  “Ah yes, Sooks. But see… things have changed since then.”

  Her cheeks flame red and I know without doubt she’s thinking about our almost kiss earlier in the spare bedroom. I’d also put money on her imagining what could have happened next if we weren’t interrupted.

  “Scott, that was—”

  Ha, knew it! But I cut her off because that’s not actually what I meant. “We’re engaged now, Sooks. I think it’s only fair that I get to check out the goods.”

  Her fists clench and her lips purse; it’s almost as cute as if it were Doe doing it.

  “Oh come on. Sit down and eat with me.” I reach forward for the top box of pizza that has my mouth watering. I’m not sure what’s happened to me but as alluring as Suki is right now in her tight white vest top, I want this pizza more. “You know, this is what most women’s fantasies are made of.”

  “Really, how’s that?” She asks, going directly for the glass of wine that’s waiting for her.

  “Me, in only a pair of joggers. You know you want a piece.” I rest back, tensing my abs, making my six pack even more obvious. She fights it, I can feel it, but she’s not strong enough and her eyes drop to check me out.

  “Meh. I’ve had better.”

  I splutter. “I find that really hard to believe.”

  “Well start believing, baby, because I’ve got news for you. You ain’t all that.”

  I chuckle but sit back up and open the lid of the box on my lap. “Um… what the utter fuck is this?” I stare down at the pizza like I’ve just found a dead fucking rat on the top of it.

  “Oh that’s mine.” She reaches out and pulls it from me. If I weren’t so horrified by what I just saw then I might make a bigger thing about how she just very lightly grazed my cock.

  “And this is why we’ll never be real friends. This one had better be free of that shit.” I grab the second box and sigh with relief when I only find meat staring back at me. “Only fucking devils put that yellow shit on pizzas.”

  She laughs at me and makes a show of picking up a piece of disgusting warm pineapple and tossing it in her mouth. She chews and then pokes her tongue out to wipe any stray juice. Instantly the pineapple is forgotten as I stare at its journey, wondering just how soft her touch might be. My cock jerks in my trousers but thankfully with the box on top she’d never know.

  “What?” she asks, lines forming on her brow. “Have I got sauce on my face?”

  “Oh yeah, just a little.” I shouldn’t fucking do it. It’s wrong on so many levels but fuck it. I reach out and pretend to wipe a bit of nothing from her bottom lip. Her entire body freezes when I make contact with her, her eyes darkening even more than their usual almost black colour.

  Our stare holds as I swipe my thumb, air racing across my hand and down my arm from her increased breaths.

  “Better eat up. You don’t want that thing getting any worse than it already is.” I pull away and turn to my pizza as if nothing just happened while Suki’s eyes continue to stare into the side of my face. Good, I’m glad she’s obviously affected by that because on the inside I’m freaking the fuck out with how badly I want to lay her out right here on this sofa.

  Eventually, she turns her attention back to her pizza and the two of us eat in silence. We’ve not even got the TV on to attempt to break the tension that’s surrounded us.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Suki

  I’m a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions and the last thing I should be doing is drinking wine, but I need to just CALM DOWN. I take a huge swig from my glass and finish my pizza; well, as much as I can eat, while I pretend to watch the television. But really my mind is swirling.

  Scott is a manslut.

  I don’t like Scott.

  He’s surprising me with being a good dad so far.

  The emotions he displayed in the spare room… there’s more to him…

  That woman is a bitch.

  I’m so fucking skint now.

  Carl is coming at any minute…

  “Fuck.”

  “What?”

  “I forgot. My cousin’s coming to look at the spare room. He’s going to kill me for not ordering him pizza.”

  I take half of Scott’s pizza and put it with the three pieces I didn’t manage.

  “Hey, hey, hey, that’s my food,” he protests.

  “Only if I find Carl’s already eaten,” I declare, closing the box.

  “Can’t you put him off until tomorrow? It’s been one hell of a day.”

  “Nope. That room needs sorting as soon as possible. Especially if you’re going to fight that bitch for custody. You need a solicitor as soon as possible too.”

  He lifts his own glass up and finishes it off. “It’s a shame I can’t get completely rat-arsed because my stress levels have maxed out.”

  “I know.” I smile. “Once Carl’s gone, we can have some more wine and chat, okay?”

  Carl arrives half an hour later. He takes measurements of the room, gives me raised eyebrows and nods towards Scott when he thinks Scott isn’t looking, and declines the pizza having called at McDonalds on his way. Scott eats lukewarm pizza while he and Carl discuss plastering walls and fitted wardrobes.

  “Can I have a look at the little ‘un then while I’m here?” he asks.

  “Of course,” Scott says and we all walk into the room. I watch as Scott picks up Doe and proudly passes her to Carl. My heart bursts and my ovaries ping. Oh God no. NO. We are not having feelings about hot daddy. I called him a hot daddy. Inside I’m having my own meltdown.

  I’m Suki Madden. I’m a sassy, take no bullshit bitch. I am not having some kind of feelings for the whole hot daddy/cute baby combo happening over there. Carl is cooing and Scott is telling him all about mother bitch.

  “You find her address and I’ll change her locks so she can’t get out of her own house. Fucking cow.” Carl states. “Anyway, I need to be off, so good luck with everything. I’ll be in touch about when I can start. I’ll try to move a few things around so you and this little princess are a priority. Oh, and congrats on the engagement.” He winks at me. “Gotta say, I didn’t see this one coming. She talks about you a lot, but not with love, mate.” With that he laughs at his own joke and leaves.

  “You talk about me a lot hey, to your cousin?”

  “Like he said, it’s not good.” I refill both wine glasses as we sit back down. Scott puts Suki down in her bouncer.

  “Time for bed soon, little one,” he coos. She must listen because her eyes close and within a minute she’s asleep.

  I go into the kitchen and grab my punnet of cherries.

  “That’s where pineapple belongs. Alongside fruit, not on a fucking pizza.” He complains again.

  I take a cherry out of the punnet and eat it.

  “Mmmm.”

  “Fucking hell, Sooks, can you not have an orgasm eating fruit? You’ll be tying the stem in a knot next.”

  I raise a brow and then I wink.

  “You cannot do that.”

  “Watch me.” I place the cherry stem in my mouth and wait for it to soften and then I push the stem around until eventually I pull out a knotted stem which I place in the palm of my hand.

  “You’re killing me, Sooks.” He groans. Plonking down at the side of me and reaching for his glass, I note that this time he’s so near his thigh is touching mine.

  “Have you heard of personal space?”

  “There should be no
space between man and fiancée.” He teases.

  I decide to play him at his own game. I lean in closer. His eyes widen as my lips hover near to his.

  “I was thinking about what you said, about checking out the goods…” I look up under my lashes at him and bite my lip.

  “Yeah?”

  “I found yours a bit lacking.” I sit back and laugh. But it’s short-lived because my glass is snatched from my hand and wine spills on the floor as two wine glasses are clumsily put on the table.

  Scott’s mouth takes my own, commanding, and taking no prisoners, and fucking hell, the man can kiss.

  I shouldn’t want to kiss him back. I hate him…

  Except I don’t think I do any longer. I think I actually want to get to know him…

  Oh shit.

  I kiss him back as hard as he’s kissing me. My tongue slips into his mouth duelling with his. I just can’t help myself. Everything has been so unpredictable, why should right now be any different? I’m just completely adrift. I don’t know what’s happening in my own life right now, or who I am anyway, and here, right now, is a hot, warm body to anchor myself to, even if afterwards I hate him all over again. Right now, I don’t. I don’t hate him, and I certainly don’t hate his kiss. He tastes of red wine and tomato sauce. He smells of men’s shower gel. My back is pushed against the sofa cushions as Scott trails a hand through my hair. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing along my jawbone and down my neck. My skin begins to goose bump as he nips the edge of my earlobe lightly, before kissing and nibbling down, down, down. He pushes my vest top up revealing my bra and then pulls down a cup. My breast is exposed to the cool air and pebbles before he even gets to touch me. Then he captures my nipple in his mouth. It’s warm and as he sucks, there’s a connection straight to my core, like an electric shock there. I gasp. His eyes flit up to mine and I know he’s smiling with satisfaction. He gives my other breast the same attention, palming it, rolling my nipple between his fingers and then capturing it in his mouth. I can feel my panties getting wet. At this point I’m not even focusing on my past with Scott, just right here, right now.

  My hand trails down his abdomen, pushing up his t-shirt and I trail my fingertips across his chest, teasing his own nipples. Flattening my hand to his chest, I run it down his tight abdomen, feeling every ridge and muscle. I let my hand move lower and I trail over the front of his joggers, caressing his huge hard-on.

  Scott uses one hand to pull down his waistband freeing his cock and I take him in my hand, running my tightened fist down his shaft and back up again. The button at my own waistband is undone and I raise my hips so that my jeans can be lowered. His finger slips under the edge of my panties and teases there, slipping in my wetness.

  “Fuck.” Scott growls. “Stay there.”

  He dashes from the room and it gives me a moment to realise where I am. On the sofa, possibly and most probably about to have sex with Scott Sullivan, my enemy. My body doesn’t care and it’s shut my mind down. I slip my jeans off my legs and pull my vest over my head so that I’m left in my undies only. I reach to the coffee table and drink the rest of my glass of wine as my mouth is so dry.

  Then Scott is back, once again completely naked, but this time instead of asking him to dress himself, I luxuriate in the hard planes of his body and the mammoth cock that’s coming to satisfy my every need.

  He positions himself above me, taking my mouth with his once more. Those deft fingers of his slip back under the edge of my panties and he teases, rubs, and then pushes them inside me until I’m gasping into his mouth and pushing back against him.

  “So fucking wet. Come for me,” he demands.

  And I do, I shudder against his body as my core shatters around his fingers, my breath has my chest heaving against his.

  He sheathes himself in a condom and then places himself between my legs. Eyes closed, he thrusts inside me and I gasp in satisfaction as he fills me. He thrusts again and pulls back, thrusts and pulls back and I wrap my legs around him, and then he stops. I feel at my face and as I wipe a spot of liquid away, I realise that it’s come from Scott’s eye.

  His brow is furrowed. His eyes filled with pain and regret. “I can’t do it. My mind won’t let me. I want to, Suki. I want to, so bad.”

  “Sssh, shhh. It’s okay.” I tell him. I let him pull out of me and then I move myself. I push him back against the sofa and I remove the condom. On my knees next to the sofa I take him in my hand and I wrap my mouth around his cock. It’s a fucking good job I have a good gag reflex. Once again, I let a hand trail up his body, soothing as my fingertips tickle and trail. As he loses himself into my mouth being around him, I firmly grasp him at the base and run my tongue up and down his shaft, twirling around the glans, sucking on him and then begin pumping him slightly as I suck more firmly. His hips begin to rise up to meet my actions and his hand carefully grasps the back of my head. I feel his balls tighten and then he comes in my mouth, pumping into me and then coming down with a couple of extra tremors. He strokes through my hair as I carefully let him go.

  “I’m so sorry.” He says and I look at a man I’ve only seen the slightest glimpse of when he was emptying the spare room earlier.

  “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I should have anticipated that really. It’s hardly surprising in the circumstances.” I stand up. “Now while I get dressed, why don’t you get Doe’s bottle ready and let’s get her in bed?”

  He nods and then he looks back at me again. “Suki. Don’t sleep on the sofa tonight. Please. I want you to sleep in my bed. With me. I need you.”

  And I nod, because right now I don’t feel like I can refuse this version of Scott anything.

  Cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I brush my teeth and slip into some soft pyjamas. I might be willing to share but I’m not willing to sleep naked. Things are already confusing. We’ve wandered into unchartered territory and I have no idea where we go from here. Because I know one version of Scott and that’s the one that runs a mile after sleeping with a woman. But although we didn’t technically fuck, this man wants me to share his bed. I busy myself washing up until Doe is in her cot and Scott is standing in the kitchen doorway.

  “Are you ready for bed?”

  Turning around, I pick up the towel to dry my hands on, nod and then follow him to his bedroom. He climbs under the covers dressed in pj bottoms but with his chest bare. Hesitantly, I crawl in at the side of him. He doesn’t hesitate though. He pulls me towards him into his arms and tucks me into his body.

  “You fit there perfectly,” he whispers. “I don’t know what the fuck is happening, Sooks, but I’m going with it.”

  Well, at least I know he’s as confused as I am, I think, as my eyes close and I fall asleep feeling happier than I have in a long, long time, while refusing to think beyond the moment. We’re up at various points in the night as Doe stirs but then we get right back into bed and into position until light breaks through the curtains and the reality of legal action and paternity suits dawns.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Scott

  What the hell is wrong with me? I was inside her. Her tight, hot little pussy was rippling around me and the only thing I could think about was accidently getting her pregnant. I put the condom on. I knew it was in date and hadn’t been tampered with, but still this little voice in the back of my head was screaming at me. If it’s happened once then it can happen again, and where would that leave me? Leave us?

  Something was changing. The tension between us growing and my need for her following right along with it, but the risk was too high. Doe’s only just two months old looking at the date on her birth certificate. She really doesn’t need a sibling by another mother because her dad fucked up again.

  Jesus, I’m such a fuck up. No wonder my dad focused all his efforts on my brother. He probably already knew they would be wasted on me.

  My muscles tighten at the thought and I squeeze Suki that little bit tighter. No one’s ever been able to calm me down with
just a look and a simple touch, but earlier that’s exactly what she did. She made the fog lift that had descended over me as I dove headfirst into my past.

  She’s sleeping soundly next to me and I can’t deny it’s equally as weird as fuck as it is incredible. A woman has never slept in my bed before. Hell, a woman’s never even been in this flat before, well aside from Sarah, Leah, and my aunt, but they don’t count. I’d have thought the idea of sleeping beside another person would freak me out, but as it turns out, it’s really quite nice. Comforting.

  I snuggle closer, drop my nose to her hair and breathe her in.

  “Did you just sniff me?” A soft whisper rings out and my entire body tenses. Fuck.

  “I… uh…” She uses the time it takes me to hesitate to turn over.

  With her head resting on her pillow, she looks up at me with sleepy eyes and mussed up hair. I’m pretty sure she’s never looked so breath-taking.

  What the fuck is wrong with me right now?

  Unable to stop myself, I reach forward and brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek and tuck it behind her ears. Her eyes shutter a little at my contact and my cock only hardens.

  “Scott?”

  The image of her on her knees in front of me last night fills my mind along with the guilt of not being able to do the job properly. I’m still not sure if I’m not just completely broken in that department but I try not to dwell on it as I disappear under the covers.

  “Scott, what the hell are you doing?” She whisper-shouts, obviously trying not to wake Doe. Her fingers find my hair and she grips painfully. Lifting the covers, she looks down her body at me where I’m settling myself between her legs for my mission. “Scott?”

  “Don’t tell me you don’t want it?”

  Her eyes darken and the heaving of her chest makes her tits rise, catching my eye.

  “We shouldn’t be—”

  “When did you ever get the idea I followed any rules, Sooks?”

  “Never, but—”

 

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