Give It To Me: Taboo Romance

by Ami Snow

  Spent, Carla dropped her head onto his shoulder and just breathed him in. She’d dreamed a million times of being with this incredible man. She found the experience to be everything she’d hoped for and then some. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For what?” Jason said, derision sharp in his voice.

  “For not seeing me as a child,” she said. “I know how easy that is when my dad’s your best friend, but I wanted for you to know that I’m so much more than that.”

  “I think you’ve proved your point.”

  “Mm,” Carla stuttered. “Maybe.”

  “You just gave me the best sex I’ve had in months, maybe even years.” Jason pulled Carla closer, wrapping an arm around her naked waist. “I’m not saying that to appease you. I’m saying it because it’s true. It wasn’t what I was looking for when I came to help you, but I’m not sad that this is where we ended up.”

  “What about my parents?”

  “What about them?”

  “You don’t think they’ll mind?”

  “Oh I’m pretty sure you’re dad’s going to kick my ass, but he’ll eventually have to see that he no longer has a say over your life. If you want your freedom Carla, grab it with both hands and hold on because it’s right here.” Jason tipped her mouth up and kissed her long and tender. He scrounged in a box for her pillows and blanket and covered their naked bodies. She fell asleep in his arms, listening to the soft beating rhythm of his heart.

  ***

  Jason was just stepping out of the shower when he heard Carla’s doorbell ring. He wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled another one off the rack to dry his hair. He opened the door without thinking and stared at Ben and Elise on the other side.

  “Hey Jason,” Ben said, surprised. “What are you doing here? We went home and Carla left us a note saying she’d spent the night here.”

  “Ugh,” Jason stumbled. “Yeah. I helped her move her boxes and couch in. She found it at a yard sale yesterday for a great price.”

  “Jason who are you-“Carla stopped short when she saw her parents standing in the small entrance that separated her living room from her door. Dressed in a silky robe with her hair tousled and a come get me look on her face, she knew it’d be obvious in just a second what had happened.

  “You…you son of a bitch!” Ben bellowed. His fist planted itself on Jason’s face, snapping his head back. Carla leaped to his defense, putting herself between the two men.

  “If you hit him again Dad, you might as well pop me one too,” Carla yelled, her fury on full blast. “How dare you come in here and act that way. Jason had done nothing I didn’t ask for.”

  “What?” Ben yelled. But only when Elise put her hand on his shoulder did Ben register what his daughter had said.

  “I said,” she returned more patient this time. “That Jason didn’t put his hands on me until I made it clear that being with him was what I wanted.”

  “But he’s a man,” Ben stammered, completely lost.

  “And I’m a woman dad,” Carla stated, as if he should have seen that coming. “I know you don’t like to talk about it or admit it, but I’m a woman grown with my own opinions and wants and needs.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” Ben growled. He still wanted to punch Jason, but he wouldn’t do it with his daughter in the way.

  “I know,” Carla smiled. “I’m sorry that you walked in on all of this. I’m not sure we would have told you this soon ourselves either, but at least now you know. We’re not foolish enough to expect you to accept what we’re building here, but I do hope you can respect my choice to be with Jason.”

  “Would it change your mind if I said I didn’t?”

  “No,” Carla said, digging her heels in. “But it’d mean more if you could.”

  ***

  She watched her father age in minutes and understood that she’d been part of that process. “Dad, I know that this is a shock and hard to take him all at once, but you need to understand that I can and will take care of myself. I’ll miss you and mom and all the noise we made together. I’ll probably call you more than you’d like and I’ll stop by for breakfast because I’m late or run by with news I can’t wait to share, but I’m all grown up now. You can let me go.”

  “You’re asking the impossible,” Ben said, looking into his daughter’s eyes. “You will always go with us no matter how far away you live.”

  Tears shimmered in her eyes as she stepped close to her dad. “I love you dad.”

  “Why do I a but coming from your mouth?”

  Carla laughed. “But you’re not the only man I love. I’ve been in love with Jason for some time now. He’s just finding that out, but I’ve known for a while now that I he was the caliber of man I wanted.”

  “It could be worse I suppose,” Ben said, a heavy sigh escaping his chest. He stood up and found that his fist still bunched at his side. Squeezing and relaxing it he finally held it out to Jason.

  ***

  Jason didn’t know exactly what to do, but took his best friend’s hand in his and shook it. “I won’t say I’m sorry Ben, for being with Carla. It would cheapen what’s between us.”

  “What is between you?” Ben asked, trying to calm his need to growl.

  “Tenderness and affection. Friendship and laughter. She loves me and that makes me want to be better than I am.”

  “You’re not bad,” Ben said.

  “No, but she makes me realize I can be better in so many areas.”

  “I think I need a drink,” Ben said, sounding much older than his thirty-six years.

  “I’ll get us all some beers and then Carla and I can get dressed. We’ll go out for brunch, my treat. I have something I want to toss at you anyway and no it has nothing to do with our relationship.”

  Jason tossed a cold bottle to Ben and followed Carla down the hall to her bedroom. “I think he still wants to plant another one on me.” He smiled when they stepped into her room.

  “Yeah,” Carla agreed. “He’s definitely the most tense I’ve ever seen him.”

  “Think he’ll ever be receptive of us?”

  “I think so,” Carla smirked. “And if he isn’t, will it stop us?”

  “Hell no,” Jason insisted. Once his jeans were on, he stepped over to Carla to help her with her halter top. “You make me ache in ways I haven’t in so long.” Jason pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and heard her soft moan. “We’ll see them home and then I’m bringing you back here. There are so many surfaces we haven’t experienced yet.”

  She turned easily in his arms and Jason brought his mouth to hers, drawing in her arousal and passion. He pulled away before his body became impossible to control. “Easy tiger,” he teased. “Let’s go take your parents out for food. Maybe a beer or two will settle your dad a little.”

  “Hopefully,” Carla smiled. “The sooner they head for home the sooner I’ll let you talk me out of these clothes.

  Jason drove the four of them to a nearby restaurant and the two couple’s sat down to talk. “So what was it that you wanted to run by me?”

  “I was discussing my business with Carla and she mentioned that she liked working with numbers, much like her dad,” Jason said, respect flickering in his eyes. “I need a bookkeeper for the business. It would only be on Saturdays as I know she’s got school and work, but do you think she can do what needs to be done with the business records?”

  “Absolutely,” Ben said, pride obvious in his voice. “Carla’s always been good at math and she keeps up with all the newest software for accounting and such. I don’t see why it’d be a problem for her to help out.”

  “Awesome,” Jason smiled. “Then you, my dear, are hired as soon as I can get the paperwork. I still have to do a fingerprint check, but I can rush it for delivery. This next weekend you’ll start learning the ins and outs of my business and accounting for every penny that comes in and goes out.”

  “Sounds great,” Carla smiled. Under the table she grabbed Jason’
s hand. They enjoyed their meal and avoided the topic of their relationship like the plague. Finally Jason and Carla walked her parents to their car and waved as they pulled out into traffic. Then Jason turned and all but chased Carla back up to her apartment, catching her just as she slid her key into the lock. She turned the doorknob and giggled as Jason’s hands found her ample hips.

  “I told you what I wanted to do to you,” Jason said, pulling her close. He saw desire flash in her laughing brown eyes as he took her all too willing mouth. She pressed against him, giving herself in a way no woman ever had. He’d never known a woman who wanted him as desperately as he needed her. Turning her, Jason yanked her jeans down and unzipped his own. Leaning her against the small knee wall that separated her entrance and living room Jason filled her fast, groaning as his cock pulsed inside her eager pussy. Their joining this time was fast and utterly animalistic. He came within minutes and grinned when Carla’s wet pussy squeezed around him as she climaxed.

  “You make me weak,” she chuckled. Jason pulled her against him and they barely got their clothes up before they staggered to the loveseat.

  “Weak doesn’t begin to describe how I feel right now.” Jason pulled her close and laughed as her head fell on his chest. “Which one of us is older?”

  “Which one of us takes the pounding?” Carla said emphatically. “You’re going to wear me out before we even get started.”

  “Mm,” Jason mumbled. “There are worse fates you know.”

  “I don’t know,” Carla laughed. “I’m pretty sore.”

  “Take a long bath.”

  “I can’t, I only have a shower.”

  “Then come home with me tonight and you can use my bathtub.”

  Carla had to think about that. She loved Jason, wanted him certainly, but going home with him was a serious step. It wasn’t like just spending the night at a friend’s. If he fell in love with her they’d move their relationship to something much more permanent and Carla wasn’t ready to tie all her dreams up in one man. She wanted to finish college and find her dream job. Working to support herself and to help Jason’s business was one thing, but she doubted it’d be her life’s ambition. She needed to know that she could stand on her own two feet, that she could live on her own before she ever gave herself completely to someone, love or not.

  “We’ll see,” she finally said, not really giving him a firm answer. They ate a late lunch and Jason took Carla by the furniture store they’d missed yesterday. She bought queen sized pillow top and sighed when she laid down on it. “This is going to be Heaven,” she smiled.

  “I don’t doubt it will be,” Jason chuckled when she curled into a ball on the bed’s surface. “You’re going to have to get used to the extra room.”

  “It won’t take long,” she smiled. “I’ll just do it in my sleep for now. Eventually I’ll grow to love it while I’m conscious too.”

  “Save a side for me once in a while.”

  “You got it lover boy.”

  Carla started working for Jason the following Saturday and eventually she did get used to her considerably huge bed. Her parents gradually accepted her relationship with Jason, such as it was for now. They weren’t expecting wedding bells anytime soon and both Jason and Carla had been adamant that things were moving slowly. They wanted to be sure and positive about their individual and coupled relationships before anything became more permanent. Carla knew it’d be at least five years before she was where she wanted to be. Jason would either wait or he wouldn’t. She’d be prepared either way because her parents had taught her to always rely on herself and that’s exactly what she was doing, even if she was enjoying a much more experienced man while she was at it.

  THE END

  Fun and Games with Dad’s Best Friend

  TABOO ROMANCE

  By: Amanda Bolton

  Chapter One: Breaking the Rules

  Stacey McGinnis sat in church, her hands laid quietly in her lap. She listened to the priest give his exultations for the week and counted down the minutes until she was free to have time for herself. It’d be after Sunday supper of course, but that was only an hour and a half plus five minutes, give or take a few. She was starting a new job tonight and already anticipation sang along her nerves. Sitting still was her punishment for being impatient.

  The priest finally dismissed them and Stacey followed her parents from the Nave. On the way home there was the normal conversation about afternoon activities and the like. Stacey refrained from telling her parents exactly what she was doing. “Any plans for you this afternoon Stacey?”

  “Nothing major,” she said, already feeling the lie press down on her. “I got a new job downtown. It pays decent and I’m hoping the clients are nice.”

  “Clients? Secretarial work is a great profession to enter. I’m proud of you,” Mark McGinnis said, turning to smile at his only daughter. She didn’t bother correcting him. The longer he thought she’d be doing office work, the better. If he ever found out what she had really signed up for she’d be in for the ass chewing of her life. Not to mention he’d probably disown her. She hoped to save enough in the first six months to move out on her own. She needed her own place and privacy. She certainly wasn’t going to get that in her parent’s house.

  Dinner went as scheduled. Food was served, grace was given and the arguments over who was going to win the afternoon football game flew from her brothers to her father and back. Stacey asked if she could be excused as soon as she was done. “I need to get ready for work.”

  “Sure honey,” her father said. “Although, I’d prefer you not work on Sundays.”

  “I know dad, but it’s my first day. I didn’t want to start bartering for a fixed schedule right off the bat.”

  “Good girl,” her father said, as if she had agreed outright with him. She smirked and headed for her room. She chose her sexiest underwear and slid her most conservative outfit over the pastel set. She packed a new set in her purse and slipped into her high heels.

  “I’ll be home late,” she said, feeling exhilarated when she left the house. The drive downtown did little to relax her nerves. She was excited to be part of something that would finally give her solid footing of her own making. No longer would she rely on her parent’s for the necessities of life. She’d finally be taking care of herself. She sighed and turned the volume on her music louder, singing at the top of her lungs, completely off key and not giving two shits about it.

  ***

  Jack stretched his body, loving the way it released all the tenseness that had been straining his body for the last few hours. Turning into his own boss had him working hours that pushed him to his limit. Even on a Sunday he couldn’t take an entire day off. He left it to his first day of the week to work on paperwork that he neglected during the rest of the week. If he tried to do it during his actual work time it’d pile up on him anyway and cost him hours he could be sleeping. So Sunday it was that he sat down with his computer and spreadsheet to map out everything that had happened during the previous week and prepare for the one or two in the near future. He looked at his watch and saw that it was ten o’clock. Normally Sunday nights were his routine nights for getting his rocks off at his favorite escort boutique. He’d been frequenting it since its opening three years prior. At first he’d gone once-in-a-while to negate the sharp edges of a nasty divorce, but eventually he’d made it his weekly routine. He ended the previous week and started his new week with a sated body and an ability to think past the need in his body.

  Madam Charlotte had been his first experience there and even until this day he wondered if she did that with every man or if it was just men in his age range. She was beautiful no doubt, but age rarely lied and Jack knew his first time with her that she’d had plenty of experience. He couldn’t exactly complain. She’d been an excellent time and he’d returned with relative frequency until he’d decided to make it a sort of every Sunday ritual. Cassie had been a regular of his for a while in the beginning as well. She’d be
en relatively new and fresh as a ripe peach. Then he’d moved along to Rosita, a petite Latina who could do amazing things with her mouth when she put her mind to it. He found that with the right amount of money, he could usually persuade her. Lilly had come next and then Scarlett. He had no idea to this day if the names they used were their own. It didn’t really matter to him as long as they gave him the pleasure he paid for. He was thankful Madam Charlotte made sure all of her customers were satisfied. She kept her girls clean and rotated them during what Jack could only assume were their cycles. It was the only time he ever chose a new girl. Then he’d get hooked and stay with the new girl until she was out again. Thankfully Charlotte employed only the best and Jack never walked away wanting.

  Tonight wasn’t an exception. Showering quickly he pulled on fresh clothes, combed his hair and headed out. He’d been a big fan of cologne but most of the girls preferred just him and nothing else, so he’d started going without it. The fact that they seemed to find him incredibly sexy was a huge boost to his libido and his ego. The drive wasn’t long and he was already anticipating the leftovers of the night to come.

  Pulling into the parking lot Jack hit the brake, shifted his car into the right gear and climbed out. “Hey Jack,” the doorman said with a tip of his imaginary hat.

  “Carl,” Jack said smiling. Jack stepped into the iridescent glow of the reception area. The reds and pinks had been overwhelming at first, but Madam Charlotte changed the colors every month and Jack had become accustomed to the look. It set a certain mood and he had to admit that Charlotte knew a thing or two about that.

  “Hi Jackie,” the receptionist said with a sexy smile.

  “Candy,” Jack smiled. “I don’t suppose Rosita’s on the chart for tonight.”

  “She is actually,” Candy smiled. It’ll be about an hour, if you don’t mind waiting.”

  “I don’t mind spending the time, as long as I can talk to you while I wait.” Jack winked at her and Candy blushed. She wasn’t an escort, but she was fun as hell to talk to and Jack enjoyed flirting with her. She’d never given him any indication that she was interested in anything outside the shop and he’d never pressed the issue. Their flirting stayed within the four walls of the reception area and both he and Candy seemed to prefer it that way.