Forbidden Dad: The Irresistible Daddies Book 2

by Kaylee, Katy

  That wasn’t the life I’d wanted for my Hollie. I’d worked so fucking hard to make a good life for her – god knew, the area of Chicago where I lived wasn’t cheap, and for a long time buying a house in Lakeview had seemed like a pipe dream. But I’d wanted my daughter to be safe and comfortable, and for her to have the best chances.

  Now, I wondered if that all had been a waste of time.

  I sighed and took a long drink of coffee. It was cold – I’d spent so much time thinking about Hollie and Krista that I felt completely drained.

  Just as I was about to get up and dump the dregs in the sink, the front door open and Hollie bounced inside. She was wearing leggings and a bubbly smile as she came into the kitchen and joined me at the table.

  “Hey, Dad,” Hollie said. She beamed at me. “I just came back from having lunch with Mom.”

  Fuck, I thought. “Oh, yeah?” I asked cautiously. “How did that go?”

  “She said that she’s still working on some things, but that she and Mitchell should be able to help me find what I need,” Hollie said. She smiled. “God, I’m so relieved.”

  My stomach twisted into a knot and I forced a smile. I’d always been a terrible actor, but maybe my summer pretending to dally with Madison Maxx had improved my skills, because Hollie seemed to buy it.

  “That’s great, hon,” I said in the same cautious tone. “But you might want to keep your options open.”

  Hollie’s smile faded. “Why would I do that?”

  “It’s not because you don’t deserve it,” I said quickly. “But you know how competitive these things are.”

  Hollie narrowed her eyes. “I guess,” she said. “Maybe I just got too excited.”

  I patted her arm. “I’m sure it’ll work out,” I lied. “You’re very determined.”

  Hollie got to her feet and stretched. “I’m going to the store,” she said. “I thought maybe we could all have dinner tonight. I haven’t seen Paris much. We went on a run yesterday, but um ... well, I told her I’d come home, but I met someone and I was out pretty late.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. “Making the most of being single, huh?”

  Hollie flushed. “Daaad,” she whined. “Don’t tease me.”

  “Enjoy it,” I told her. Just don’t make the same mistake I did, and get married so young that you don’t even know who you’re hitching your wagon to.

  Hollie seemed to sense something in my voice, but she didn’t question it. She went upstairs and changed into jeans and a different top, then left for the store without further ado. I was still sitting at the kitchen table, and something Hollie said stuck out to me.

  Paris.

  It was true that I hadn’t seen nearly as much of her this week. She’d probably been busy looking for jobs, but I had a sneaking suspicion that she was avoiding both Hollie and me. I cleared my throat, then went upstairs and knocked on her door.

  There was no answer, and I felt a flash of guilt before opening the door and letting myself in. The guest room was cluttered and the bed was unmade, and the whole room smelled of her delicious floral fragrance that made me feel weak in the knees. The door to the guest bath was slightly ajar, and I walked closer only to hear the sound of splashing water.

  I knocked on the bathroom door.

  “Who’s there?” Paris called. She sounded sleepy and relaxed and I grinned when I realized that she must be in the bath.

  I didn’t answer. Pushing open the door, I saw her submerged in bubbles. My cock twitched to life in my pants and I couldn’t help but give her a lusty smile.

  God, she was beautiful. I could see the tops of her magnificent, round tits but her creamy pink nipples were covered with bubbles, and the sight was somehow more obscene than if she’d been fully exposed. Her auburn hair was piled on the top of her head, but several strands had escaped and the wet hair was plastered to her neck. Her green eyes were wide with surprise when she saw me, and she sat up, splashing some water over the sides of the tub.

  “What are you doing here?” Paris asked. She looked almost fearful, but when I saw her teeth catch on her lower lip I knew that she was just as hot for me as I was for her.

  “I was hoping to spend a little time with you,” I admitted, stepping closer and sitting on the edge of the tub.

  Paris flushed deeply, and I knew it wasn’t just from the heat of the water.

  “Room for two in there?” I asked.

  Paris didn’t reply, and I stood up and began to undress. I locked eyes with her as I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall off my frame to the floor. Paris kept her eyes glued to mine as I unfastened my belt and drew it from my belt loops. I unzipped my trousers and pushed them down my hips. My semi-erect cock was throbbing with lust inside my boxers, and as I slid them down my legs, I smirked at Paris.

  I climbed into the tub behind Paris. Her silky soft skin was slippery and wet and I pulled her back against my chest, loving the feel of her torso against mine. She slid and wriggled in the water and I reached my hands through her arms and began pouring water over her body, exposing those round tits that I loved so much. Paris moaned as my fingers grazed her stiff nipples and wriggled closer, pushing her ass against me. My cock hardened and my balls ached with want as I leaned closer and smelled the sweet scent of her body.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” I whispered into her ear before taking her lobe into my mouth and sucking gently. I ran my teeth over the sensitive skin and Paris shuddered in my arms as I cupped her soapy breasts with my hands and began pinching and rolling her nipples.

  “I can’t believe you want me,” I growled, making my way down from my ear to her neck. Paris put her small hands over mine and stroked the backs of my hands as I massaged her tits. Her bubble ass brushed against my cock and I let out of a groan of ecstasy as pleasure raced through my body. Arching her back, Paris moaned my name and wriggled her butt on my lap.

  “Mmmn,” Paris moaned, unable to restrain herself as my hands moved lower and lower, over her flat belly and into the wet tangle of her auburn pubic hair. She spread her legs and lifted her ass higher, until she was sitting on my lap, with her pussy exposed to the water.

  “Does that feel good on your little clit?” I whispered. “All that warm water ... so soothing ... so sexy,” I added in a husky growl.

  Paris whimpered with delight and I moved my hand lower into the water until I grazed her hard nub of a clit with my thumb. Wriggling excitedly in my lap, Paris twisted her head around and met my mouth with her own in a wet kiss.

  I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted her too badly. Getting to my feet, my cock stuck out obscenely in front of me, dripping with soapy water.

  I extended my hand to Paris and raised an eyebrow. She got to her feet, blushing madly, with suds falling from her body into the tub. As the soap revealed more and more of her perfect figure, she smiled shyly at me and took my hand.

  22

  Paris – Friday

  It was only a few, shaky steps from the guest bathroom to the guest bed, but my heart was thudding the entire way. My palm was sweaty and wet in Harrison’s, and he led me to bed with the confidence of an alpha wolf. Being naked with him was so wonderful, so thrilling, so freeing that I could hardly stand it – I wished that the two of us could live alone in a world where we could be naked together all the time.

  Harrison bent down and scooped me up, putting one arm under my knees. He lifted me onto the bed like it was our honeymoon, and covered my mouth with a passionate kiss as he crawled on top of me and brushed his body against mine. My skin was warm and tingly from the bath, and I moaned as Harrison crawled down my frame. He nuzzled and nipped at my belly, then put his hand between my legs and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was soaking wet with desire for him and as he entered me with a finger, a shock of pleasure exploded in my belly.

  “You’re so wet and tight for me, baby,” Harrison purred. He growled and lowered his head to my pubic hair, nuzzling it before moving further south to my throbbing clit. When I f
elt his warm mouth begin to suck me, I moaned and arched my back, thrusting my hips against his face. We knew each other’s bodies so well by this point that making love with Harrison felt like poetry. He slid another finger inside of me and wriggled them together as he licked and sucked at my clit, sending shivers of delight down my spine. I loved the way he pleasured me, but I wanted to please him, too, and I gently pushed him away.

  Harrison gave me a confused look and I blushed furiously, biting my lower lip.

  “I ... I want to please you at the same time,” I whispered, feeling racier than I ever had in my entire life. My heart was throbbing with excitement as Harrison cocked his head to the side. I gestured for him to lie down, then turned around and climbed on top of him, facing his feet, with my pussy right over his mouth. Leaning down, I stuck my ass in the air and felt his hot breath caressing my clit.

  God, it felt so naughty! I moaned softly as Harrison kneaded my ass with both hands before diving his face into my pussy and licking and sucking. Pleasure seized me – somehow, him going down on me like this felt even better than it did when I was on my back. Knowing that I was exposed to him, that he could see all of me, my pussy, my ass, made me feel hotter than ever before and soon my pussy was dripping juice down my round thighs.

  I bent down lower, until I was right above Harrison’s cock. It was throbbing and I gasped with pleasure as his tongue flicked against my clit before I could wrap my hand around his dick. I began to pump my hand up and down and opened my mouth to taste him. As soon as I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock, Harrison groaned into my pussy, filling me with delicious vibrations. I wriggled my ass, wanting more more more, and Harrison slid two fingers inside of my pussy as he sucked and nipped at me. I sucked him hard, lapping at the head of his cock and savoring the delicious, salty taste of his pre-cum.

  “Mmmn,” I moaned onto Harrison’s cock as he continued to please me. I knew it was obscene, but I was loving it, and soon I was grinding against Harrison’s face and taking his entire cock in my mouth. With my free hand, I cupped and massaged his balls to the rhythm of stroking him and we moved together in a slow, heavenly rhythm. With every movement, my nipples rubbed against Harrison’s legs, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through my veins. Just as I felt like I was about to come, Harrison gently pushed me over to the side, until I was lying on my back and looking at him. He lay there, looking at me with deep lust in his blue eyes, and I realized that he wanted me to ride him.

  Taking a deep breath, I got to my knees and crawled over to him. I leaned down and kissed him passionate, loving the taste of my juices on his mouth before climbing over his hips and kneeling with one leg on either side of Harrison’s magnificently taut body. I felt his cock teasing, probing at the entrance to my cunt and I shuddered before plunging down in a smooth, single motion. His perfect dick was buried deep inside of me and I felt almost too full to move.

  Then, Harrison put his hands on my hips and began to rock me back and forth. I braced myself with a hand against his chest and rode him, bucking my hips and grinding against his body. My clit rubbed against his hard pubic bone with every thrust and I gasped and cried out, throwing my head back and arching my body.

  He felt so good like this that I knew I wouldn’t last long. Giving Harrison a saucy grin, I took his hands in mine and brought them to my breasts. He played and pinched my nipples, rubbing them with the tips of his fingers and I moaned and shrieked loudly as a hot ecstatic sensation began filling my body, spreading from my pussy to all of my limbs. I held my breath, riding him faster and savoring the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my tight cunt.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” Harrison growled. He closed his eyes and clenched his muscles, taking his hands from my breasts and returning them to my hips where he dug his fingers in and moved my body faster than ever before.

  “Harrison,” I moaned loudly, throwing my head back and tossing my wet hair down my back. Looking down at him, I flushed hotly and put my own hands to my boobs, cupping and massaging them just like he did. Touching my own body in front of Harrison felt incredibly taboo, but it only turned me on even more and in seconds, I felt my orgasm hit me forcefully. The waves of pleasure crested and fell over my body and I bucked and gasped and loudly cried his name as I came.

  “Fuck, baby,” Harrison groaned. He thrust upward into me, deep than ever before, and I felt his body begin to tense and clench and shake with the force of his own orgasm. I collapsed against his chest and smothered his neck in kisses as he wrapped his arms around me, still gently thrusting into my sensitive pussy.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered, breathing hard. I expected Harrison to stroke my hair and pull the blanket over us, but he gently pushed me to the side, sliding out of me. Without looking at me, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, emerging fully dressed seconds later.

  A weird feeling came over me. Being naked in front of Harrison while he was fully dressed was usually a turn-on, but right now it just made me feel exposed and I pulled the sheet up over my bare breasts.

  “I don’t want Hollie to catch us like this,” Harrison explained.

  I frowned. “Maybe we should just come clean to her and tell her everything,” I replied. “I mean, I hate keeping secrets from her. She’s my best friend.”

  Harrison laughed.

  I blinked at him. “Um, what’s so funny?” I asked. “I know it can’t be much fun for you, either. And between my ... um, job this summer and everything that happened and now this,” I added, gesturing between Harrison and myself. “I really think we owe it to her.”

  Harrison’s laughter died in his throat and the room suddenly felt uncomfortably quiet. I could hear the sounds of kids playing outside, and I pulled the sheet higher around my body.

  And that’s not the only secret, I thought as my mind turned to the baby growing in my belly. Not just any baby.

  Harrison’s baby.

  “I thought you were kidding,” Harrison said slowly. His words made my heart sink and my palms started to sweat.

  “No,” I said as I shook my head. Wet strands of hair whipped my face and neck. “I ... I don’t think we should keep it from her.” Because I’m certainly not going to be able to hide this for much longer, I thought, glancing down at my stomach.

  “Paris,” Harrison said. “Look – we’ve been having a good time. We’ve been exploring each other and having fun, right?”

  I frowned. To me, it had been so much more than that. Hadn’t our talk the other day cleared that up for Harrison? Didn’t he realize how much I loved him, how much I wanted and needed him for more than just sex?

  “And telling Hollie is going to crush her,” Harrison said.

  The familiar sting of tears came to my eyes and I fought them back before Harrison could see. Of course, Harrison wasn’t serious about our relationship. I was an idiot for thinking otherwise – he’d just told his ex yesterday that he never intended to marry again.

  “Of course,” I said quietly. “I understand.”

  Harrison smiled at me. “Good,” he said. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He blew me a kiss, then left the room and closed the door behind him.

  I sat there for a long time, until my skin felt cold and clammy and my wet hair made me shiver. I couldn’t believe it – how had the moment between us gone from intimate and perfect and sensual to cold and unfeeling. How could Harrison do this to me? He had to know that I wasn’t like other women, that I didn’t want anyone but him. He had to know how much I loved him.

  I’d told him that he was my hero, for god’s sake! Didn’t that mean anything? Didn’t that mean that I wanted more than just a few fucks?

  I swallowed hard and laid down in bed. The mattress was no longer warm from the scene Harrison and I had just shared, and the smell of sex was beginning to fade from the air.

  I felt sick.

  I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t live this way, constantly feeling on the verge of heartbreak
because Harrison had decided he couldn’t be sure how he felt about me. And why would he? I was a dumb little kid, just the best friend of his kid. He probably saw me as a child.

  He’d never see the woman inside.

  His reaction hurt even more when I thought about our baby. Harrison would never accept that, not when he’d made it so perfectly clear that he didn’t care about anything more than sex. It was clear that he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship.

  And a baby was about as serious as one could get.

  I turned on my side and closed my eyes, letting my head sink into the pillow. My own childhood came rushing back to me before I could stop it. I’d always known, from the very beginning, that I hadn’t been wanted. The only family member of mine who had loved me was my grandmother, and sometimes I’d sensed that even her love came mostly from obligation. I’d grown up feeling so unloved and unwanted.

  There was no way I could do that to a child, especially not my child. Having this baby would mean giving up on all of my dreams – and Hollie’s – but there wasn’t a choice in my mind. I was pregnant now, and I had to put my future child first.

  I laid in bed for another minute, then got up and pulled on clean panties, jeans, and a flowy t-shirt. There was a lump in my throat as I started packing my things. I didn’t have much – only a couple of bags and my purse – and it took a surprisingly short time to clear the room of my presence. In such a short time, I’d started to think of Harrison’s house as my own, but that was never going to happen.

  No.

  I was never going to be the next Mrs. Hendricks because there wasn’t going to be another Mrs. Hendricks.

  And Harrison would never know about the baby he had put in my belly during our summer of lust.

  I spent the rest of the day in bed with the lights off. Hollie knocked once and asked if I wanted to join her for dinner, but I pretended to be asleep and held my breath until I heard her footsteps retreat down the stairs. My unhappiness swelled inside of me like a balloon, but this was the way it had to be. I had to put my child first, even if it meant giving up the man whom I’d always loved and my best friend.