Forbidden Dad: The Irresistible Daddies Book 2

by Kaylee, Katy

  “Oh, god, baby,” Harrison growled. He moved his hands from my tender breasts to my hair and tangled his fingers in my auburn strands, bobbing my head up and down on his erection. I moaned again, wriggling my ass and enjoying the feel of my wet panties dragging against the lips of my pussy. I hadn’t ever felt as sexy as I did then, full of intoxicating pregnancy hormones and pleasing the only man who I would ever love.

  Harrison gently pushed me away. He looked into my eyes with fiery lust and drew me up his body for a tender kiss. When our lips met, I felt myself grow even wetter. Harrison tugged me down on the mattress and got on all fours. He took his shirt off, exposing that brawny chest that had always filled me with awe, then crawled between my legs and tugged my yoga pants down my legs until I was clad only in a pair of soaking-wet panties.

  “I missed the smell of your pussy so much, baby,” Harrison groaned. He nuzzled my belly, kissing my bump, and then put his hand to my crotch. The heat from his fingers made me wriggle and moan and Harrison gave me a lusty grin as he tugged the panties down my hips and tossed them to the side. He spread my legs and moved closer, breathing gently on my damp cunt lips before taking one in his mouth and sucking.

  It felt so good, so raw, that I gasped out loud. My whole body jolted as Harrison slid a finger inside my wet, waiting pussy and moved his mouth to my clit. When he began to suck me, I thought I was going crazy. I was trembling and shaking and sweating as he flicked his tongue over my hard clit, again and again and again. I saw stars and moaned loudly, shoving my pussy against Harrison’s mouth. He slid another finger inside of me and beckoned, stroking my G-spot and sending spasms of heavenly feelings through me.

  It felt amazing, better than it had ever felt, but I wanted to come with Harrison’s hard cock inside of me. Pushing him away took a Herculean effort, but when he saw the look in my eyes, I knew that he wanted the same thing. Harrison moved up my body and kissed me wetly, allowing me to lick and suck my juices from his face before he took my round thighs in his hands and spread them further apart.

  “I want to make sure that you know that you’re mine,” Harrison growled. He kissed me again, nipping at my lower lip, and put one hand on my hip to steady himself. When his cock slid inside of me, it was like we had never been apart. He filled me, thrusting to the hilt and joining us together.

  For a moment, we stayed like that. Frozen and locked together and staring into each other’s eyes. When I saw the look on his face: love and lust and tenderness and devotion, all at once, I wondered how I ever could have doubted that he loved me. It was clear, and I knew suddenly that he’d always loved me, always wanted me the same way that I’d wanted him.

  “I love you,” I said softly, my voice shaking.

  Harrison began to pump his cock in and out of me, bucking his hips and straining with the force of it all. I clenched tight handfuls of the sheets below me and moaned, closing my eyes and pressing my body close to his. I felt as tightly wound as a violin string as Harrison made love to me, plunging his hard dick in and out of my body with smooth, confident strokes that made me gasp and shudder each time. Harrison leaned close, his chest rubbing against my nipples, and kissed me as he fucked me, took my hands in his and tangled his fingers with mine before holding my hands over his head and pleasuring me. He kissed me over and over, my eyelids, my cheeks, my mouth, and groaned into my neck as the lovemaking grew more intense.

  A familiar hot sting began building in my lower belly and I shuddered and moaned softly, crying out as my orgasm hit me like a massive tsunami. It was bigger and stronger than it had ever been and each wave of pleasure seemed to last forever. As I screamed and whimpered, my chest ached and I realized that I’d been holding my breath. Harrison shuddered and bucked, gasping and grunting into my neck and I felt his cock pulse and twitch before filling me with his seed, the same seed that had made our baby.

  “Baby,” Harrison groaned into my ear. He briefly nipped at my earlobe, then planted a wet, tender kiss on my neck as his orgasm reached its peak.

  He didn’t pull out of me for a long time. We stared at each other, panting and sweating and shaking.

  Making love with Harrison just now had been the most transcendent experience of my life. I’d never felt more fulfilled, and by the dreamy, contented look on Harrison’s face, I could tell that he felt the same way. Our bodies were warm and sweaty and my dingy apartment smelled like heaven from our steamy sex.

  I never wanted this moment to end.

  Harrison put his hand on my belly, light and cautious. “Does that hurt?”

  I shook my head and giggled. “No,” I replied. “But it tickles a little bit.”

  Harrison rested his flat palm on my stomach. “You’re not showing much,” he said. “But I’m going to love watching you grow.”

  I flushed hotly. The thought was almost embarrassing.

  “Are you ...” I trailed off, gulping and swallowing hard. “I hate to ask, but are you sure you’re making the right decision? Are you sure that you’re ready for a wife and baby?”

  Harrison cupped my face in his hands and locked eyes with me. “Paris, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I love you, and I know you feel the same way about me. I’m excited about raising a family with you.”

  “What about the family you have?” I asked in a small voice. “What about Hollie?”

  Harrison sighed. “I love Hollie and I always will, but before, I didn’t know what I was doing. Krista and I were just kids when we got married, playing at being adults and having a household of our own. I tried my best to be a good father, but now, I really know what I’m doing.”

  I bit my lip.

  “And it’s time to come clean,” Harrison said firmly. “No more sneaking around.”

  I blinked at him.

  “Well, it’s not like you’re going to be able to keep this a secret for much longer,” Harrison added. “We have to tell her eventually, you know.”

  I nodded.

  “I want you to come back to Chicago with me,” Harrison said firmly. “Tomorrow.”

  “I’d like that very much,” I admitted quietly. Harrison pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair. In that moment, I was so content and peaceful that I almost could have fallen asleep. Even though I was still worried about the future – especially the idea of telling Hollie the truth – being by Harrison’s side was enough to make me realize that everything was finally going to be okay. No more driving for Lyft or delivering groceries, no more pinching pennies and eating food that was surely horrible for the growing baby inside of me.

  I had always wanted to make a home with Harrison, and it seemed like it was finally happening.

  The next morning, Harrison and I went through my studio and decided what to keep and what to toss. He held up the car seat I’d bought at Goodwill and narrowed his eyes at me.

  “This thing looks like it’s already been through several crashes, Paris,” he said sternly. “We’re tossing it.”

  “But I paid for it,” I protested. “I bought it, I don’t want to just throw it out.”

  Harrison gave me a stern look. “That’s my child you’re carrying,” he said. “We’re going to make sure to get the best of everything.”

  I swallowed and nodded, figuring that I was going to have to get used to a lot of this.

  In the end, we threw out almost everything. I only packed my clothes and the baby books that I’d bought. Harrison didn’t even want me keeping those, but tossing a book because of a few stains on the pages didn’t make sense. Besides, I kind of liked the idea that before me, another soon-to-be mother had found encouragement and advice in the pages.

  The drive back to Chicago seemed to take no time at all. I drove in my own car, following Harrison, and as soon as we got back to Lakeview I knew that I was home.

  For good, this time.

  I parked my car on the street and followed Harrison inside. He was carrying all of my bags and my dangling arms and hands felt useless and awkward
at my side. I’d tried to protest and carry some of my own things, but Harrison wouldn’t have it.

  “You’re my princess,” Harrison had told me firmly, before we’d left Milwaukee. “And I’m going to make sure you know it, every day for the rest of your life.”

  Although Harrison and I hadn’t discussed it, I knew that we both knew the truth: he’d saved me, yet again, for the third time now.

  I just hoped that it would be the last.

  Hollie was sitting at the kitchen table, idly flipping through a magazine. There was a pot of something bubbling on the stove that smelled delicious and my stomach rumbled as I remembered just how much I’d missed actual home cooking. When Hollie saw me, she clutched her chest with both hands and let out a delighted squeal.

  “Oh my god, Paris!” Hollie shrieked, before letting out a delighted squeal. “I can’t believe you’re here! What are you doing here, anyway? Did you come for a visit? I missed you so much!”

  “Um, your father came to get me,” I said sheepishly.

  “Hollie, let’s go into the living room and sit down,” Harrison said. “We’ve got something to tell you.”

  Hollie narrowed her eyes before glancing over to the pot on the stove. I could tell that she was about to protest, but something about the tone of Harrison’s voice stopped her, and she fell silent, nodding her head and following Harrison into the living room. Hollie and Harrison sat on the couch, and I stood awkwardly for a moment.

  “Paris and I are expecting a child together,” Harrison said.

  The silence in the room was deafening loud as Hollie looked from me to her father, then back to me again.

  “You’re kidding, right?” Hollie asked with a nervous giggle. “I mean, Dad, it’s August. Not April. Not the best time for a practical joke.”

  I cleared my throat. “It’s true,” I told her. “Harrison is the father of my baby.”

  Hollie’s eyes bulged and she swallowed audibly. “Um ...”

  “I know,” I said quickly. “I know it’s totally crazy.”

  “And Paris and I are going to be married,” Harrison said.

  “When?” Hollie asked in a hushed whisper. “How ... how long has this been going on?”

  “Only since the beginning of the summer,” I said. I felt miserably guilty as I looked at the hurt and betrayal and confusion on the face of my best friend and she began piecing the puzzle together.

  Hollie gulped.

  “And as soon as possible,” Harrison said, looking at me. “If that’s what Paris wants, at least.”

  I nodded. I may not have been all that traditional, but I definitely wanted to be Harrison’s wife before the baby came.

  “I can’t believe it,” Hollie said softly. She looked so hurt that I felt my heart ache, and I went to her and dropped to my knees before taking her hand in my own.

  “Hollie, I never, ever wanted to hurt you,” I said quickly. “But I can’t help loving your father. I’ve loved him ever since he saved me a decade ago. And I love him even more now.”

  “And I love Paris very, very much,” Harrison said seriously. “And Hollie, I hope you can understand how much she means to me. I never meant for it to happen, and I tried to hide my feelings for a long time, but now that it has, I wouldn’t trade it or give it up for anything.”

  Hollie was quiet for a long moment as she processed what we had just told her. I watched her face as a wide range of emotions passed through her eyes.

  “I understand,” Hollie said. She bit her lip. “I ... I guess when it comes down to it, I just want the people I love to be happy.”

  Tears came to my eyes and I blinked them away quickly. I could tell that Hollie was still hurt, and that she’d take a long time to fully understand, but the fact that she was willing to try meant the world to me.

  “I’d love for you to be my maid of honor,” I said. “That is, if you want to.”

  Hollie’s face broke out into a slow smile. “Of course,” she said, reaching for me and pulling me into a hug. When we pulled apart, she put her hand on my belly.

  “Crazy, right?” I teased.

  Hollie nodded faintly. “Looks like I’m about to finally get that sibling huh, Dad? Good thing I love kids.”

  Harrison and I both laughed. He pulled Hollie into a hug, then me, and I finally realized that everything in my life wasn’t just okay.

  It was perfect.

  Epilogue

  Paris – Six Months Later

  “Suck in!” Hollie said. She giggled as she tugged the zipper of my wedding dress. It was fitted – probably not one of my better ideas – and I gasped and strained and clutched the wall as Hollie fumbled with the zipper.

  I was nine months pregnant, and due in just a couple of weeks. After a rushed couple of moths planning our wedding, Harrison and I were all set to become man and wife.

  I was so happy that I couldn’t believe it.

  Finally, Hollie got the zipper all the way up. “You look beautiful,” she said. “Like a Madonna.”

  I flushed as she spun me around to look in the mirror. My face was radiant and glowing, and my thick auburn hair was piled on top of my head. My breasts were bigger than they’d ever been, but they were nothing compared to my belly. The dress was long-sleeved and fitted, with a princess skirt and a tight bodice that ended with my hips. The whole thing was sequined and lace, and I felt like royalty wearing such a beautiful gown.

  I hugged Hollie. “I’m so happy that we’re about to become family forever,” I confessed to her.

  Hollie nodded. “It’s not exactly how I expected things to end up, but I couldn’t be happier now,” she said. Then she wrinkled her nose. “Especially after all the stuff I found about Mom and her asshole husband, Mitchell.”

  I frowned.

  “He refused to write me a recommendation,” Hollie said flatly. “But whatever. Water under the bridge, right?”

  I nodded. Only good times now.

  “I think I’m going to love having you for a stepmother,” Hollie teased. “Despite the fact that I’m six months older than you. You’d better give me a good allowance,” she added, winking at me.

  I flushed.

  The ceremony was perfect, but to be honest, I was hardly paying attention. I couldn’t pay attention to anything other than the look in Harrison’s eyes as he watched me walk down the aisle and take my place at his side. His hand in mine was warm and strong, and the words of the officiant filled my heart with joy. This was real. This was forever. Harrison, the man whom I had always loved, was about to become my husband and I his wife.

  I knew that he loved me – that he’d always love me, and take care of me, and protect me and our child together. We were perfect for each other, and that was that. There was nothing else to it, we were soulmates.

  When it came time for the vows, I was nearly crying. As Harrison said, ‘I do,’ I felt my heart swell to three times its size.

  “I do,” I repeated.

  And just like that, we were man and wife.

  As we were in the back of a limo on the way to the reception, I felt a pang in my belly. It was sharp and short and left me heaving for breath.

  “It’s too early,” I said, gasping.

  “What?” Harrison gave me a confused look. “What’s too early?”

  Before I could say anything else, I felt a rush of warm, wet fluid between my legs and I gasped again.

  “Go to the hospital,” Harrison barked. “My wife is having our baby!”

  The driver turned the limo with a vicious yank of the steering wheel and we were suddenly on the way to the hospital as my labor pains began in earnest. I began to sweat and cry, worried that I was about to have my baby in the back of a limo. As we arrived at the hospital, a nurse rushed out with a wheelchair and helped me into it, wheeling me inside. Everyone was staring at me, the pregnant redhead stuffed into a wedding dress, but I hardly noticed as they wheeled me into the emergency room and helped me onto a bed. A doctor arrived and lifted my skirt, h
is eyes growing wide.

  “She’s crowning already,” he cried loudly. The room became a blur and a rush of doctors and nurses as the doctor began ordering me to push. I couldn’t believe it – I’d always heard that labor took painful hour after hour, but this wasn’t bad at all. It just felt like I had a bad stitch in my side, like after running, and I gasped and grunted and heaved and pushed.

  “One more push!” The doctor yelled. “And then we’ll be there!”

  The pain started for real, white-hot pain that left me gasping and screaming. I clutched Harrison’s hand and pushed harder than ever, until I felt like I was about to split in two.

  Seconds later, the air was filled with the sound of a shrieking baby and the doctor lifted a bloody, mewling infant into the air. Harrison cut the cord, and the doctor handed the baby to a nurse. When the nurse handed me our baby, cleaned and wrapped in a pink towel, I gasped with happiness.

  “She’s completely healthy, you’re very lucky,” the nurse said, beaming.

  Harrison leaned in and gave me a kiss. “She’s perfect,” he said. “Don’t you think?”

  I was exhausted, but I reached for his hand and squeezed it.

  “You’ve made me the happiest man alive,” Harrison said. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

  “I’m happy that this baby is going to have two parents who love her,” I said softly, looking down at our daughter. “And that we’ll be there for her, no matter what. She’ll have the childhood that I always wanted.”