The Daddy Box Set

by Claire Adams

“Gina loves you. There’s no reason we can’t try this.”

  “I don’t want to lose her if this goes wrong,” she said. Her eyes were glossy with tears. “You either.”

  “You won’t,” I said, pressing my body against hers. I reached out to touch her hair, squeezing it between my fingers.

  Her breathing intensified, and we stood there, mere inches from each other. She knew how I felt. If she didn’t want it, then she needed to tell me. I counted down from five in my head before I made my move.

  I grabbed her waist and lifted her up.

  A surprised gasp burst from her lips. I pressed her against the car and silenced her with my mouth.

  Her legs wrapped around me and she ground her hips against me. The heat between her thighs warmed my stomach. Her hands cupped my face as she deepened the kiss.

  “Oh, Noah,” she said with a moan.

  We kissed for a few moments before I reluctantly put her down. My fences were eight feet high, but I wasn’t going to do this with Jess on my front lawn.

  “Open your car,” I growled.

  She smiled and opened the back door.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jess

  Noah wasted no time getting me on my back. I laid across the back seat of my car and opened my legs to him. I should have worn a dress. It would have made all of this easier. But he quickly popped open the button of my pants and shoved them down. He knelt outside of the car and his mouth covered me. I gasped as his stubbly cheeks rubbed against my inner thighs and his tongue rolled around in circles, flicking and licking my clit.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed.

  I felt his smile against me, but he kept going. He hooked a finger under the fabric of my panties and moved them aside.

  I gripped a chunk of his hair and ground him deeper against me. He barely moved as he slipped a finger inside of me. The sensation made my stomach flutter, and I bucked my hips against him.

  His pulsing and licking intensified until I was on the brink.

  “Stop,” I said. I didn’t want this to be over that soon.

  “No,” he growled against me. “I want to taste your orgasm.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. Within a few moments, I came for him. Hard. My legs tingled with pins-and-needles from the position I was in as I slowly came down from my high. I never came that quickly in my life. I blamed the tension between us over the past week. Every time I saw him my nerve endings quivered. He caught me off guard, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me again.

  I propped myself up on my elbows, expecting a rational thought to come into my head about this whole situation. But it didn’t. Noah and I wanted this. And by the bulge in his pants, I knew he wanted it too.

  “I’m not done with you yet.” He grabbed the fabric around my ankles and pulled my pants off. They crumpled on the ground next to the car. I sat up and tugged down the zipper of his pants. I reached inside and pulled him out. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked.

  “That’s good because neither am I.”

  Noah’s body sagged against the car, but he held himself up as I smoothed my hand over his silky cock. It was at the perfect level for me. So I returned the favor. I drew him inside of my mouth. One of his hands fell against my head, and he guided my movements as I sucked on him.

  “Jess,” he said over and over. Even though I couldn’t see his face from where I sat, I remembered the blissful look that crossed his face when we got together the first time.

  I picked up my pace and moved quicker, paying particular attention to his head. I flicked the tip like he did to my clit and sucked, gently at first and then faster, bringing him to the brink.

  As his moans grew louder, I knew he was almost there.

  But before I could finish, he moved away from me.

  I looked up at him. “Is everything okay?”

  He leaned over and kissed me, hard. “Everything is very okay. I want to fuck you now.”

  Noah was normally the reserved type, but for the most part, he was around Gina. His parental filter was off, and I was finally seeing the real him. The one that made me wet just looking at him.

  He laid me down on the seat again, and I lifted my legs up, spreading myself open for him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, retrieving a condom.

  “How long has that been in there?” I asked.

  “Since ten minutes ago,” he said.

  “You’re a cheeky one,” I said.

  “I like to be prepared.”

  I reached up and pulled him to me, kissing him. His kisses were as frantic as mine. It wasn’t our first time, but we’d waited long enough for the second. I could barely contain myself. I wanted him inside of me more than anything. The memory of him didn’t compare to the feel of his tongue on me. He’d given me a taste, and I wanted more.

  Once he was ready, he propped himself on top of me and entered me. I was so wet that he slid right in, filling me to the brim.

  “You feel so good, Jess,” he said.

  He pumped against me. My leg kept slipping off the seat. Damn, why did I have such a tiny car? Though I never expected to have sex with anyone inside of it.

  He lifted my leg, holding it against me. I felt the stretch in my muscles, and while it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t comfortable. It opened me up to more of Noah inside of me. Which was fine by me.

  I breathed through the ache in my pelvis, focusing on the pleasure between my legs.

  He slowed his pace. Then leaned over and kissed me. While I usually closed my eyes while kissing, I kept them open. I tugged my fingers through his thick hair and stared into his eyes. Something inside of me bloomed. Was this what I had been searching for? Had I finally found someone I could be with? Granted, we’d come together in strange circumstances, but we were clearly into each other. When we were together, the chemistry crackled between us, only to be momentarily satiated with intense sexual encounters.

  “Turn around,” Noah said.

  I kissed him and then flipped over. Being on my knees was much easier. I backed up so he could stand right outside of the car. He still had his pants on with his cock sticking out. He entered me again, and a breath whooshed out. He shoved his hands up my shirt and under my bra, cupping and rolling the sensitive peaks around with his fingers.

  My head dropped, and I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to hold on to how this felt.

  He moved one hand lower until it covered my clit. He started rubbing the slick bud, intensifying the feeling that built deep inside of me.

  From my position, all I could do was let him fuck me. And he was doing an amazing job of it. It felt as if he had four hands instead of two, touching and rubbing me until my entire body went numb.

  His thrusting increased and with each push inside of me, the pleasure in my core built up quickly.

  “Oh, God,” I said, trying to keep my arms from giving out completely. This sensation was on a whole other level than the first time we had sex.

  Air moved through my teeth in quick spurts as Noah continued. He panted too, and I knew he was close.

  When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I squeezed myself around him, and my entire body shuddered with my orgasm.

  Noah’s hands gripped my bum tighter until I could feel his warmth inside of me. He slowed, and I matched his movement, allowing him to let out every last drop.

  When he pulled out, the air from outside clung to my sensitive areas, and I shivered. I groaned as I sat down on the seat. My back muscles had seized, and my legs and arms didn’t feel like my own.

  Noah slid into the seat next to me and handed me my pants. I placed them across my lap, and he closed the door.

  We sat together, side by side, dressed in random pieces of clothing. I covered my exposed chest with my shirt, adjusting my bra over my chest. I shivered. It was cold enough outside to feel a chill across my heated skin.

  I glanced at him, and he had the biggest grin on his face, looking like Gina when she got her way ab
out something. It was adorable.

  “You should stay the night,” he suggested.

  “I don’t know,” I said. This wasn’t going to be like before. I was genuinely happy we came together again. But waking up at his home tomorrow morning at his house would be awkward, especially if I met up with Gina in the hallway wearing the same clothes I had on tonight.

  Noah took my hand in his and kissed the top of mine. “Jess, I’m not just being polite. I want you to sleep with me.”

  I pulled a face.

  He smirked. “Actual sleep. It’s a nice feeling, and I want to do it with you.”

  It was a nice feeling. And I hadn’t done it in a while either. Waking up next to Noah would be great. I hadn’t snuggled with anyone in a long time. “I’ll come up. If you agree to set the alarm for early so I can go home and shower before coming to work.”

  Noah grinned wickedly and pulled me closer to him. “That won’t be a problem.”

  Then he kissed me, slowly and passionately, before he led me to his house and back into his bed.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Noah

  I was at work, digging through one of our sales spreadsheets when my phone intercom went off.

  “Yes, Allison?”

  “Brandon is here to see you,” she said.

  I stood up and pressed the intercom. “Send him in.”

  I hadn’t seen Brandon in almost a week, not since he came to the park with Gina and me.

  He entered my office holding a bag of food.

  “I’m starving,” I said. Brandon had called earlier that morning to suggest having a working lunch with me. He had Wednesdays off and offered to catch up. Since his return home, his schedule at work was all over the place, trying to catch up with what he missed. That was one part of a vacation I didn’t like. There was more chance of stress thinking about the piles of work to come back to.

  I moved the magazines and Gina’s coloring books off of the coffee table in front of the couch. I sat down, and Brandon emptied the bag. We both tried to be healthy when we could, and I knew Brandon wanted to drop a few pounds. So, instead of burgers and fries, which we both loved, he went with two wraps and some coleslaw.

  “Is this from Trip’s Deli?” I asked.

  “Oh, yeah,” Brandon said, unwrapping the paper of his sandwich. “I splurged on you today. You should thank me.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “Sorry I couldn’t meet you out. We’ve been so busy lately.”

  “I hoped not too busy…” he said, biting into his wrap.

  I gave him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  He opened the top of the container with the slaw and handed me a fork. I placed it down on the table. “Are things still going on with you and Jess?”

  I smiled at my sandwich. “Yes.”

  He shrugged. “That’s all I meant. I wanted to make sure you were putting time into her as much as you are work.”

  Brandon had changed his mind about Jess and me after I informed him that Jess and I were serious and he and Amelia did not need to set me up anymore.

  “She’s spent a few nights at my place,” I said.

  “Nice,” Brandon said. “So, it’s serious?”

  “As serious as I can give right now.”

  “Have you talked to her about Wendy?” he asked.

  “Only the surface details; why?”

  He scoffed. “Then you’re not as serious as you think you are. Talking about Wendy would open up your past.”

  I thought about that. There hadn’t been a moment to segue into that talk with her. And if I was honest with myself, I wasn’t sure I wanted to open that can of worms yet.

  “I’m not saying you have to. I know this is all new for you. And a delicate situation to boot.”

  “I’m not sure she wants to talk about it,” I said, thinking of last week when Gina brought Wendy up in front of Jess. “But you’re right. This is very new.”

  Brandon had already finished more than half his wrap by that time, and I’d only had a bite. This diet would not last very long for him. “So, Amelia and I decided on an Alaskan cruise next year. There would be childcare on the boat if you and Gina wanted to come along.”

  Next year Gina would be four, old enough to handle being on a boat and have the ability to have fun. Though I wasn’t sure where my business would be at that point. I always felt guilty when I thought of taking time off. Which was probably why I never did.

  “I’ll consider it,” I said.

  Brandon rolled his eyes. “I will get you to come with us someday.”

  “You should keep asking me,” I said. “I need someone like you to push me.”

  “Even though you consistently turn me down?” Brandon said. His tone was light, but it had an edge to it. Over the years, he had taken a backseat in my life, yet had stuck with me through everything. It wasn’t fair to him, even though he didn’t understand what my life was like. Gina was the most important person to me. He wouldn’t get that until he had kids for himself. Which I doubted would ever happen on purpose. Everyone had their own view of how their life should go, and this was mine. Working hard gave me the means to give Gina anything she wanted. And that was my priority.

  “Yes, even though I consistently turn you down.”

  “All right, man. But I guarantee once you go on a vacation with us, you’ll be begging to come with us every year.”

  I had no doubt about that, but we were in different stages of our lives. If Wendy hadn’t died, then we might have been the happy couple who went vacationing every year. But being a single parent didn’t give me much of an option unless I wanted to be on the phone the whole time. And I wasn’t about to waste money going away to work.

  Though, imagining Jess and Gina on an Alaskan cruise with me, that would be something I’d want to do. So, if I had to do any work, I knew Gina would be taken care of properly. Jess and I could snuggle together in a cabin at night and make love floating on the sea.

  That thought alone made me want to agree to Brandon’s proposal. But I’d have to see where Jess and I were headed with our relationship.

  Every night that Jess stayed over, she either sneaked out early or got up to shower in my bathroom and pretended that she hadn’t spent the night. I had no doubt that Gina wouldn’t have minded us all going on a vacation together, but she would have questions when it came to the sleeping arrangements. Like hell would I sleep separately from Jess if I could help it. At least at home, I could have her as many nights with me as she wanted.

  I grabbed the second half of my sandwich and dug in. “So, tell me about this Alaskan cruise.”

  Later that evening, I didn’t need to wonder where to find Jess and Gina. They were in the family room working on the quilt. I’d insisted that Jess added expedited shipping on the sewing machine. It arrived on Monday, and she and Gina spent most of the afternoon setting it up. Now they were on their way to making all the squares.

  Jess was working at the machine while Gina stood next to her, peering up on her tip-toes.

  I waited until the machine went off before I rapped on the doorframe.

  Gina turned around and rushed over to me. “Come see.” She grabbed my finger and dragged me into the room.

  Jess gave me a shy smile, and I winked at her. Both gestures went over Gina’s head completely. She grabbed several of the finished squares and held them up to me.

  “Wow,” I said, kneeling down beside her. “Those look great!”

  “I helped cut them,” Gina said, beaming.

  I glanced at Jess. Gina and scissors were a dangerous combination.

  “She traced the squares,” Jess added. “I cut them.”

  “That’s what I meant,” Gina said.

  I kissed Gina’s forehead as I got up from the floor. “Show me what else you’ve done.”

  While Gina went into the pile of fabric to dig out something, I rested my hand on the back of the chair Jess sat in. I discreetly moved my thumb across her back in a
circular motion. She turned in her chair and blocked my hand from Gina.

  Gina came over, holding a pile of fabric, neatly folded in her hands. “I’m making a square just for you, Daddy. Which one do you like?”

  I squatted down to her level to look closer at the fabrics. I used Jess’s thigh to steady me. My intent had been just to touch her in any way I could. All day long I thought about it. Jess and I knew the deeper hidden meaning.

  “I like these two,” I said, picking them out of the pile. Gina brought those two over to the couch and set them aside. “We can work on those tomorrow.”

  Jess squeezed my hand when Gina wasn’t looking. She turned to me, and we were at eye level and a breath’s away from our noses touching. The corners of her eyes lifted in a playful way. I needed her to stay the night. There were so many things I wanted to do to her.

  “Well, the lasagna should be ready,” Jess said, getting up from the chair. “Let’s go eat.”

  “Yum! Yum! Yum!” Gina jumped with each word.

  Jess laughed and jumped along with her. “I’m afraid it’s not my recipe, but I’ve made it before, and it’s delish.”

  “Your food has never disappointed me,” I said.

  Jess smirked. “You’re too kind.”

  Neither Gina nor I had to ask Jess to stay for dinner. Ever since the weekend we’d spent together, Jess joined us for dinner every night. On the nights Jess stayed over, she would say goodnight to Gina, and I’d take Gina to bed, but Jess would stick around. With her dealing with Gina all day and my hectic work schedule, we went straight to bed, but most of the time, we didn’t fall asleep right away. And since I had a bathroom attached to my suite, there was no reason for Jess to wander out of the room until the morning.

  Gina had always been a good sleeper, which made our little arrangement possible. We hadn’t had any close calls with Gina finding out yet.

  After dinner, we carried through with our usual routine. Jess and Gina said goodnight and I went upstairs with my daughter. Jess was incredibly patient, even on bath nights.

  When I came downstairs, Jess already had a bottle of wine open, and she sipped from her glass. I stood at the bottom of the stairs watching her pace my living room.