Single Dad's Christmas Present: A Dad's Best Friend Romance

by Amy Brent

  “She’s talking about moving out and getting married to that Daniel. That guy has so much influence over her.” He clenched his fist, and I went to the couch to offer him a seat.

  He joined me there and looked me in the eyes.

  “Tell me she's not get pregnant, Gemma. She’d tell you that, I know she would.” He gave me a challenging glare as I shook my head.

  “No, she’s not. She’d tell me that for sure. Have you ever thought that maybe she loves him so much and that’s the only reason?” I rested my elbow on the back of the couch and leaned against my hand.

  “Love? He’s an old man. What does he want with a young girl like Lila? She’s got her whole life ahead of her, and she could do better.”

  “You know, just because that’s your opinion, doesn’t mean that everyone else is so bothered by an age gap. Love doesn’t know age, and neither does attraction.”

  “Attraction is different. There are boundaries.”

  “And she’s twenty-two years old.” I let out a long sigh.

  “I don’t know why I thought you would understand my side of this; you thought you were ready for me at eighteen.” And I had been. I wanted to tell him I was and I’d always been. But I decided to let him ramble. He turned his head and mumbled something under his breath, and I knew that was my sign to steer clear.

  “We’re not kids anymore.”

  “I know that.” He waved his hand dismissively. “But she’s still too young. You’re too young. I remind myself of that all the time, and—

  “You do?” I narrowed my eyes and scooted closer to him on the couch. “What do you mean?”

  “Please, Gemma. Of course, you’re an attractive woman, but it doesn’t make things okay.” He shrugged and looked away then he turned back toward me, shifting in his seat and taking my hands, which this time, he held gently.

  “I know I’ve asked you to keep things secret before and I know that you keep Lila’s secrets as well, but I’m begging you, Gemma. If there is ever anything that you think I should know, you’ll tell me. If she’s ever in any kind of danger or if that Daniel does anything to her like knock her up, or God help him if he hits her.” Desperation burned in his eye, and I gave him a nod, and he pulled me closer. “Say it, Gemma. Promise me.”

  “I promise.” I knew it was a promise I could only keep if I felt she was truly in danger and I didn’t think that would ever happen. Not to Lila and not by Daniel.

  “Thank you.” He reached up and stroked my cheek and then pulled me into his embrace. I closed my eyes and smelled his cologne. It was like all of my dreams were so close to a reality that I wanted to kiss him. But it wasn’t the time.

  He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You’re a good friend, Gemma, to Lila and to me, you both mean a lot to me.”

  I wanted to ask how much I meant and kiss him deeply. “You mean a lot to me too, Mr. Porter.”

  He sat there a minute and looked around my house and then raked his hand through his hair again. “I’m sorry that I barged in here like this.”

  “You’re welcome to come anytime. I wasn’t doing anything. I bought a new blouse.” I held it up, and his eyes widened.

  “Do you like it?”

  “It doesn’t look like it would cover much.” He scratched his hairy chin.

  “You want to see it on me? Then you can tell me what you think.” Before he could answer, I leaned up and stripped off my shirt and slipped the new one on. His eyes widened that I’d done it right there.

  “I’m sorry. Maybe that wasn’t appropriate of me.” I gave a devilish grin, and he laughed.

  “I think you know damned well what is and isn’t appropriate. You like to try and shock me, don’t you?”

  I lifted a shoulder. “Maybe I do.”

  “You’re a very naughty girl, Gemma. You should learn to behave, especially around the office. Dax is still making inappropriate jokes about you.”

  “He’s a nice guy, though. Or so he seemed.” I liked teasing him about Dax.

  His hand fell on my shoulder, and he gave it a squeeze. “Looks can be deceiving.”

  “Would it bother you if I was interested in him?” I lifted my shirt, but he put his hand out to stop me.

  His face fell, and he narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think you are. I think you like to tease me. You know he’s not right for you.”

  “Too old, or not right?” I lifted the top up successfully over my head, and his gaze immediately fell to my breasts.

  “Both,” he spoke softly as if in a trance and then he met my eyes.

  I leaned in closer still wearing nothing but my thin, lacy bra. “Who do you think I should be with then?”

  “I find it hard to believe that you don’t have a boyfriend lurking around here somewhere.” He glanced around the room and laughed. Then his eyes focused on me. “Put your top on.”

  “I don’t have a boyfriend. I haven’t ever really.” Not since our kiss.

  “They don’t know what they’re missing,” he said, glancing down at my body.

  “Yet, you do, and still, you don’t want me?” I challenged him.

  “I want lots of things, but mostly, I want what’s best for you, Gemma.” He reached up and cupped my chin, and I turned my head to the side, lying on it like it was the only place in the world I wanted to be.

  “I should be going, Gemma. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He got up, and in a moment, he was gone.

  Chapter 9

  Whitt

  It had been a few days since my blow up with Lila, and she still hadn’t come home. I knew she was hell-bent on proving her point and I was helpless to do anything. I couldn’t just drive up to his house and pummel the guy and drag my daughter home kicking and scream. She was a grown woman, as much as I hated to admit it.

  And so was Gemma.

  I’d been so close to kissing her that night at her house, and I knew she’d been doing things to try and get a rise out of me.

  “You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” Dax said as he smashed his burger down small enough to fit it into his mouth. He was the only person who would order a burger at the most expensive restaurant in the city.

  We’d left the office for lunch, and even though I’d done it to get away from Gemma and her taunting wardrobe, I couldn’t help but think about her and where she was.

  Had she met someone for lunch? I knew she’d claimed not to have a boyfriend, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going out or hooking up. She was so seductive that I could imagine her having a different man each day and it made my blood boil.

  I finally finished chewing and answered Dax. “Yeah, I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

  “It’s got to be a woman. If it were work, I wouldn’t be able to get you to shut up about it. Are you still having problems, is it Lila?”

  “Nothing I can’t handle, but I wish she’d come home so I could handle them, or at least answer her phone.”

  “She’s trying to leave the nest, man. And you’re not giving her the wings.”

  “She’s determined she’s in love with this guy. I don’t know, maybe she is?” I knew the more I thought about how I felt about Gemma, the less fucked up Lila’s relationship seemed.

  “Of course, she is. Your daughter has always had a good head on her shoulders, so why worry now? Besides, wouldn’t you want her with someone like you who is a bit older and knows how to treat a girl? These punks today, they just want sex, dope, and video games. And something tells me that’s not the only thing rattling around in your brain.”

  He had always been able to read me. “Yeah, there is something else, and if I tell you, you better not utter one fucking word.”

  “Ooh, that good, huh? You’ve been seeing someone new?”

  “Not seeing, exactly, but Gemma’s been coming onto me pretty hard, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist.”

  “Wow, what a hypocrite move that would be.”

  “Thanks, asshole.” I shook my head and took a sip of my drink. I didn�
�t know why I even bothered telling him anything.

  “I’m sorry, but you made such a big deal and all. I’ve been telling you; she’s fucking hot. I’d hit that, daddy/daughter dilemma or not.”

  “Easy. It’s bad enough she’s so close to Lila, I don’t want to think any worse.” I had struggled with my desires for so long, and I couldn’t believe I was talking about them with Dax of all people. But who else was there?

  “Does Lila know her friend has the hots for her father?” He gave a soft chuckle, and I wanted to kick his teeth in.

  “She doesn’t have the hots for me; she’s a confused girl. She was too young four years ago, and she’s still too young. She doesn’t know what she wants.”

  Dax leaned in across the table. “Wait, you banged her at eighteen? Damn.”

  “No!” My voice carried out through the restaurant, and I leaned in and lowered it. “We only kissed. She had caught me fucking the help, and I asked her not to tell Lila. She wanted me to kiss her and to keep her quiet, I did. That’s it.” I left out the whole part about her grabbing my dick and how I’d dreamt of that time over and over for the last four years.

  “Damn, I want your problems, man. You should hit it. I’m telling you.”

  “Of course, that’s what you’d say. But she’s my daughter’s friend.”

  “Who says she has to know? Unless you like this girl for—you do! You like her for more. You’re in love?”

  It was an absurd thought, and I had never claimed to be in love with Gemma, but I did care deeply. Too deeply to just use her for sex and move on to the next. “It’s a delicate situation.”

  “I feel you, man. It’s too bad.”

  “Yeah, it’s never going to happen.” I was so certain when I’d said that. I had felt a touch of relief that I’d finally made a decision to stop encouraging things. And I would try and put her out of my mind. We finished the rest of our meal talking about Dax and how he’d managed to score three numbers with me not around at the gym lately and how I needed to get my old ass back in gear.

  We returned to work, and I went up to find Gemma behind her desk. She had small, wrapped gift box on her desk and I wondered if I’d missed her birthday or if some young suitor had brought her a gift.

  “Hi, Mr. Porter.” She got up and grabbed the package and followed me into my office. “I bought you something.” She placed the gift on my desk as I sat down. “Open it!” She bounced in her seat, her perky breasts bouncing with her and causing my cock to turn diamond hard.

  “You shouldn’t have done this, Gemma.” I gave her a warm smile and pulled the tie out. “It’s very nice. Thank you.”

  “I wanted to thank you for everything. Your bonus helped me so much, and it was so generous.”

  “You’re like family, Gemma. I like taking care of you.” I wished there was more I could do and I suddenly realized that everything I’d decided at the restaurant was out the window. I couldn’t shake her that easily.

  She walked around and perched herself on the edge of my desk and reached for my collar, her slim, cool fingers brushing my skin as she loosened my tie.

  “What are you doing?” I chuckled.

  “Putting on your new tie, silly. I think it will look nice with this suit.” She worked her magic and soon my new tie was secure and seemed perfectly straight. But Gemma didn’t pull away.

  She looked deep into my eyes as if lost in a trance and then leaned down and brushed her lips against mine. And at that moment I knew I didn’t have any fight left in me. I deepened the kiss and pulled her down off the desk and into my lap, but then my better judgment made one last attempt.

  I grabbed her hands and held them tight. “It’s not right, Gemma.”

  Her eyes burned into mine. “I’ve waited four years for this kiss. I’ve thought of it every day. Don’t deprive me of this moment.” Having her in my lap, in my arm, and against me felt so right, and I was tired of depriving myself as well.

  I pulled her close with one hand and cupped her breast with the other. She rubbed me through my pants, moaning and panting.

  I slipped my hand up her skirt and felt the lace of her panties. I went beneath them, between the lace and her soft, trimmed mound. She whimpered and crushed her mouth against mine again and then she undid my belt and pants and searched the layers of fabric to get to my cock. But I wasn’t done with her, and I was so impressed by her little mound that I wanted to taste it. I dipped my finger between her folds and pushed it into her tight channel. She pulled away a bit, and she was so tight, I decided I wanted to eat that sweet pussy.

  “Hop up on the desk for me and spread those sweet knees.” I helped her up, and then I eased her back, still with a finger inside her panties.

  I pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side and brought my mouth down to her little snatch which I licked and prodded.

  She was very tight, so I worked her little tender bud at the apex of her thighs.

  “That feels good,” she cried. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” I had to. Ever since that first, hot kiss. She’d been so young and tender, and I knew if I fucked her I’d be much too much for her to handle. I lapped at her sweet hole and didn’t stop until she was writhing against me, bucking her hips upward. Her little slit glistened with her release, and I sucked and licked thinking about how good it would be to fuck her.

  I reached up and put my hand inside her shirt and kneaded her breast, finding that tight nipple with my thumb and stroking it softly. I pulled away from her and glanced up into her eyes. Her face was flushed, her lips pouty and swollen from kisses.

  “Does it feel good?” I rubbed a bit of pressure against her clit, and she shuddered as another release came glazing her slit.

  “Yes, please don’t stop.”

  “I won’t, Gemma. We’ve both wanted it for a long time.”

  “You wanted it then too?” Gemma cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

  “Yes, I’ve fought it, Gemma. I knew it wasn’t right then. I’m still fighting it. I imagine us together, and I’m not gentle.” I gripped her breast to let her know how rough I could be.

  She quickly nodded. “Me too. I touch myself and think about you and how I touched you.”

  “Mm. And I’ve dreamed of eating this little pussy a million times. Fucking it too.” Her smile spread her lips wide.

  “It’s all yours. I’ve never wanted anyone else to have it but you.” She pushed her ass closer to the edge of the table, and I brought my mouth back down on her, eating her through another orgasm that had her dripping. I rubbed between her folds, and as I was about to push my finger into her channel, she sat up. I pulled away and took her hand, and she hopped down off the desk and settled to her knees in front of me.

  “Fuck, yeah.” I closed my eyes and lay my head back as she fondled my balls and stroked my thick shaft. Then her mouth closed around my head, taking me into her warm, wet mouth.

  She wasn’t new to this that I could tell and as she took me down into her throat, I wondered how many cocks had filled her holes since that fateful kiss.

  She worked it to the base and even darted her tongue out to lick my sac. She pulled off now and then to lick it up and down and she’d suck my nuts into her mouth, one at a time, her hand steady stroking the entire time. To have had her when she was younger would have been a treat, to coach her and teach her, but she’d been taught well, and I was thankful and yet jealous. My cock leaked, and a hearty splash of pre-come hit her tongue, and she didn’t miss a beat.

  I had been a fool to miss out on her all this time, but I vowed to myself then and there that I’d never miss out again. She was not only a woman but one with experience and with my cock in her mouth, suddenly the age difference didn’t seem like a big deal.

  Chapter 10

  Gemma

  The taste of him was heaven, and I’d waited years for this moment when he’d finally accept me and give me what I so longed for and craved. I had no idea he’d craved it too, and I wanted to wor
k his cock and show him how much I needed it.

  I hoped to be good and make him proud, and even though I had no experience when it came to sex, I’d had plenty of oral practice. Too much for my liking, really. But I was thanking all of those greedy boys now as his head rolled back and he moaned and whispered my name.

  “Gemma, fuck it feels so good.” I loved his praise, and I felt full of pride as his cock swelled even bigger in my mouth. He was a grower, and his cock was going to do impressive damage to my little virgin pussy. It tingled with desire, as the aching throb of need blossomed at my bud.

  Suddenly he nudged me. “Stand up; I want to get inside you.”

  “Now? Here?” I panicked that the first time I’d envisioned would take place in his office over his desk and as he pulled me to my feet. “Wait.” I couldn’t let it happen like this.

  He let out a long breath. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, Gemma. You’ve got me too worked up, there’s no going back.” His tone was so harsh that I knew with certainty that he meant it.

  I put my head down and feared that he’d think the worst and not want someone as inexperienced as me. But I had to explain. “I wanted my first time to be special, is all.” My words registered on his face and he plopped down into his chair and covered his face.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. Your first time? Gemma, surely you’re not a virgin.” He glared at me shaking his head. “You’ve shown up to work looking like sex incarnate, and you’re telling me, you haven’t even scratched the fucking surface of your sexual awakening yet?”