by Jenika Snow
“David?” Lisabeth said his name softly. “I…” God, what was she supposed to say?
“I saw the way you looked at him, Lisabeth,” Rachel said, looking her in the eyes. “At first it made me pretty damn uncomfortable, but then again, that’s my dad.” She chuckled softly. “And when I started seeing how my dad noticed you, how his body language changed when you were brought up…” She shrugged. “I knew.” She exhaled slowly. “But I really knew what was going on when I came here the other day, saw your bag and cell phone here, and put two and two together.”
“So you knew I was here?” Lisabeth felt her heart jerk in her chest.
“Yeah. Not like I believed my dad’s lame story about bringing you your cell back.” Rachel laughed genuinely this time.
Everyone was silent for a long moment.
“Listen,” Rachel finally said. “I’m not going to judge, bitch, or try and tell you guys to not see each other.” She leaned back in the chair, looking between them. “You’re both adults, and I have enough things to worry about without adding this to the fold.” She looked mildly uncomfortable after she said that. “Anyway, that’s that.” She stood. “I wouldn’t mind staying and talking more about this,” she said and glanced down at her phone, “but I am in a hurry. What about dinner later this week?”
“Um,” Lisabeth said and nodded. “I’m free.” She was still so damn shocked this was how it had all played out.
“Dinner?” David finally asked, his voice even, steady.
Everyone agreed, but then the moment was gone, as if what had just happened never did.
Rachel left, and Lisabeth sat there wondering what in the hell had just happened.
18
Of course David cared what Rachel thought, but in the end she wouldn’t be the deciding factor in his relationship with Lisabeth. He had no interest in keeping her a secret. What he felt for her he didn’t want to hide, not from anyone. She wasn’t going to be something he was ashamed of.
Her head rested on the pillow beside him, and he turned slowly so he didn’t wake her. She looked so peaceful. Her lips were lovely and plump. The blanket dropped to her hip, showing her tits.
Rachel had said that she had a lot of other things going on and he wanted to know what they were. He loved his daughter, even if they didn’t always see eye to eye on a lot of things.
Lisabeth began to stir. Her eyes opened, and she looked so beautiful in the morning. Putting his hand on her hip, he pulled her closer to him.
“Morning,” he said.
“Hey. How long have you been awake?”
“Not too long.”
“Long enough to watch me sleep?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s not creepy at all.”
“It’s a good thing. I get to make sure you’re okay without you worrying.”
“You’re a strange one but that’s okay, I love you for it,” she said, smiling. She kissed him back and his cock began to stir. He wanted inside her again already and they’d had sex only a few hours ago. “I’m so happy.”
“Me too. I want you to move in with me.”
“Wait, what?” She jerked back.
“It’s fast, I know, but this is right. This is perfection. I told you that you’re not a notch on my bedpost, baby. There’s no one else I want. Just you.” He ran his hand down to cup her ass. “Rachel knows, and I don’t see a reason for pretending anymore. We both want this.” He kissed her again, needing her lips. “Do you have a problem moving in with me?”
“This is your house.”
“I know. I want you to share it with me. I want to see your stuff beside mine in the closet. Your makeup and perfume in the bathroom. I even have a new toothbrush holder. When I walk around this place I want to see you.” Pushing some hair off her face, he stroked a finger down her neck, to rest on her pulse. “I love you, Lisabeth.”
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re going to move in?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
He kissed her again and pushed her back down so she was lying down once again, holding her hands above her head. “I can’t get enough of you.” He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, licking the bud.
Biting down, he listened to her pleasure filled cries as he worked one then the other before moving down her body. She was everything he could ever want.
Her body responded to him as if it was designed exclusively for him, and in a way, it was. She belonged to him in every way that counted, and he fucking loved it.
He loved seeing the way she looked at him.
The love she had shone in her eyes like a beacon, and it all belonged to him.
“I want to marry you,” he said.
He heard her gasp and then her fingers were in his hair, tugging him back up so that he had no choice but to stop kissing her body.
“What did you just say?”
He smiled, dropping another kiss to her lips. “I want to marry you. I want you to belong to me in every single way.” His ring on her finger was the only way he was ever going to be satisfied. “Oh, I also want us to have a baby.” He pressed a hand to her stomach. “Would you like that? To have my baby here?”
“Yes.” She sounded a little breathless and he knew he had her, just as she had him.
He was smitten when it came to Lisabeth. “But we don’t have to rush at that. You need to finish school, start your life. I’m not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world.”
Moving back down her body, he rested just above her pussy. Spreading her thighs open, he stared down at her open cunt, and saw she was already soaking wet.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Is what a yes?” “You’re going to belong to me. Marry me. Become my wife. Have my children … make me the happiest man in the world.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you.” He pressed his lips against her swollen clit and sucked hard.
“Yes.” She screamed the word out and continued to repeat it. He loved hearing her cries and couldn’t get enough of them. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He smiled against her pussy, sliding his tongue down to plunge inside her. Even though he fucked her multiple times a day, she was still so fucking tight. He couldn’t get enough of her.
She was an addiction he didn’t want to get rid of.
Up and down, around, and over, he licked, sucked, and drew her to the point of orgasm. She writhed on the bed, screaming his name, begging him to not stop.
His cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum. All he wanted to do was fuck her but as he drove her to the edge of her sanity, he decided to play a little dirty.
David stopped, not giving her a chance to come.
“What are you doing? I was so close.”
He sat at the head of the bed. “Come and sit on my cock. Show me how my woman will ride me.”
She looked ready to murder him but she was always up for a challenge. She straddled his waist, gripping his cock.
He put his hands behind his head and allowed her to do all the work, watching, waiting.
With the head of his cock at her entrance, he watched and waited for her to sink down onto his shaft. He gritted his teeth to try and control his arousal but it wasn’t any good. He was holding on by a thread.
She slammed down on his cock, taking him to the hilt within her tight pussy. If she’d not done so when she had, he was going to grab her hips and fuck her hard. She lifted up on his dick, only to slam back down.
Lisabeth did this a few times with her grip on his shoulders, holding on as she fucked him.
He wanted nothing more than to touch her but first he wanted to see her out of control, desperate, begging, needing him. He could give her exactly what she wanted with the touch of his hands.
“That’s it, baby, fuck me. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I need your hands, David, please.”
“I like it when you beg.”
She smiled at him. T
he temptress was right there for him to see. “Please, David, please.”
He gave her a few seconds more of pleasure and pain until he finally caught her hips.
Drawing her up off his cock until only the tip was inside her, he slammed her down, taking over, showing her exactly how to fuck him.
“Yes, yes, this is what I want,” she said.
“Good. Now make yourself come all over my cock. I want to feel it and to see just how dirty you can get.”
19
Several days later
Lisabeth felt on edge, and she knew she didn’t need to be, given the fact they’d already told Rachel. But that didn’t mean she still wasn’t freaking out.
Lisabeth cursed inwardly as some of the spaghetti sauce splashed up and landed on her arm. She grabbed the ladle and started stirring while turning the heat down with her other hand. David was downstairs in the wine cellar picking a bottle for dinner tonight.
This evening was the dinner with Rachel, where they’d really sit down and hash all this out, going into detail about everything. To say Lisabeth wasn’t nervous was an understatement. Although they had spoken a few days ago about Lisabeth and David together, Lisabeth knew Rachel probably had a lot of questions, ones that hadn’t been addressed when they’d brought this up initially.
Well, tonight was the night everything would come out.
Rachel seemed accepting of her relationship with David, but that might’ve just been on the outside. On the inside she might have been uncomfortable and upset, and felt too awkward to actually tell them how she felt.
A moment later she heard the basement door close and David’s footsteps approaching.
“Dammit,” Lisabeth said again as another splash of sauce landed on her arm.
“Are you okay?” David called out, now in the dining room.
“I’m good, just not paying attention,” she said, more to herself, muttering under her breath. Moments later she felt strong arms circle around her waist. Resting back against David’s hard chest, she closed her eyes and told herself everything would be okay.
“Things will be fine,” he said reassuringly. “She’s already accepted this. If she knows anything about either one of us, she’ll understand that this just isn’t a passing phase.”
Lisabeth turned around and faced David, wrapping her arms around his neck and rising on her toes to press her lips to his. “I just hope she really is okay with it, and isn’t just saying that because she didn’t want to fight about it,” she said against his mouth. Pulling away, Lisabeth tipped her head back in order to look at his face.
“You know Rachel’s not the kind of person to lie about how she feels.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. “She’s always spoken her mind and told everyone how she felt, no matter what.”
Lisabeth nodded. She knew that was the truth. Rachel didn’t sugarcoat anything. If she ever had an issue with something she had no problem in speaking her mind. As Lisabeth thought about that she felt herself ease.
“So who do you think she’s bringing tonight?” David asked and pulled away so she could finish cooking.
“If I had to guess I’d say it was a guy,” Lisabeth said truthfully. “There’s no other reason that she’d be so secretive about who she was bringing with her to dinner, or what she’s been doing with her time. And it would make sense on why she hasn’t really had time for either one of us lately.” David grunted behind her. Lisabeth could tell the sound came from a skeptical father.
Just then the flash of headlights coming though the kitchen window told Lisabeth Rachel was here.
She wiped her hands on the rag and smiled over at David, who was setting out three wine glasses. Lisabeth went over to the front door, hearing Rachel’s car door open and close. She gripped the handle and turned it, opening the door, wanting Rachel to feel welcome despite this probably very awkward situation they were all about to be in.
They had a lot to talk about tonight, especially since Lisabeth and David were telling her about Lisabeth moving in here. God, even thinking about telling Rachel she was moving in with David had Lisabeth’s anxiety rising.
She had no idea how things would play out, but time would definitely tell.
It was dark out already and she saw Rachel making her way toward the house, a much larger body following behind her. Lisabeth couldn’t make out who was with her given the shadows concealing him, but it was definitely a man, given the build.
Once Rachel reached the porch, the light from inside moving across her face, Lisabeth smiled. “Hey,” she said softly, but it was clear Rachel was nervous as hell. Her best friend was twisting her hands together in front of her, and the way her throat worked when she swallowed made it clear that she was anxious.
And that’s when Lisabeth saw who Rachel had brought with her, the man standing behind her, tall and muscular with a head full of short, cropped dark hair. But this wasn’t just any man. No, this was a man Lisabeth had seen at the office plenty of times while she interned, a man she knew pretty well.
Mason, David’s partner at the firm, and a man twice as old as Rachel.
It was crystal clear that Rachel hadn’t cared about Lisabeth’s relationship with David because Rachel was in a similar one herself.
And when Mason reached out and curled his hand around Rachel’s waist, the clear possessiveness coming from that simple act made Lisabeth’s eyes widen. She sensed David step behind her and turned and looked over her shoulder at him, craning her neck back to look into his face to gauge his reaction.
The man she loved was staring at his business partner, his expression unreadable as he took it all in.
“Dad, Lisabeth, you two know Mason.” There was a tightness in Rachel’s voice.
It all became very clear now why Rachel was so accepting of Lisabeth and David’s relationship.
Because Rachel was with Mason.
20
Son of a fucking bitch!
David took a deep breath as he stared at the fucker who had been dating his daughter. Mason. The man he trusted like he was his own brother and yet, he’d been screwing his daughter.
“So, I figured with you and Lisabeth having a new relationship you’d be happy for me and Mason. What do you think?” Rachel asked.
This was why she’d been so accommodating. He should have known. Rachel had always had something to say about any woman he dated. Why had she changed her tune for Lisabeth?
“It’s nice to see you’re happy with Lisabeth,” Rachel said.
“I hope you can accept this,” Mason said, holding out his hand to David.
He shook his head. “I can’t shake your hand. Not right now.” He spun on his heel and moved down the hall to his study. Grabbing his whiskey, he poured himself a large shot and tossed it back, relishing the burn. Doing himself another one, he swallowed that down.
“David?” Lisabeth said.
“You knew?”
“I had my suspicions.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to start anything if I was wrong. It wasn’t my secret to tell. She’s my best friend.”
“She’s my daughter and there’s no way in hell she should be with that fucker out there.” He gritted his teeth. “This is why she was okay with us.”
“Does it really matter?”
“Of course it fucking matters. She’s my daughter. My flesh and blood. I fucking love her and I don’t want to have anything happen to her. I know Mason. He’s going to break her heart and I don’t want her to have to go through that kind of shit. She’s better than that. He’s an asshole.”
“Dad,” Rachel said. “People change.”
He hadn’t seen his daughter there.
“I’ll leave you both to talk,” Lisabeth said, probably sensing the tension in the air. Hell, it was thick enough to cut with a knife.
He watched Lisabeth go and he hated himself for shouting at her. Fucking hated it.
“Well, that
didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.”
“What the fuck were you expecting?” he asked.
“I don’t know but it certainly wasn’t that.”
“I don’t get this, Rachel. Why Mason? Why him?”
“It just happened, Dad. It wasn’t planned. I know he’s got a reputation.”
“He screws around on everyone. There’s no one woman for him. I even have to force him to take fucking male fucking PAs because of this problem.”
Rachel shrugged. “He’s different.”
David burst out laughing. He truly thought his daughter was better than that but still, she was falling for the same old tricks and he didn’t buy it, not for a second.
“You think you’re the first woman to say that?”
Rachel shook her head and he saw she had tears in her eyes. “You think I don’t know what kind of reputation he has, Dad? That there are not a lot of women who have said that this will be different, that he’ll stop his ways or something?” She took a deep breath. “Dad, I don’t … This may not last forever, okay? We’re having some fun and rather than keep it a secret from you, I decided to tell you because seeing you with my best friend, I actually thought you’d understand. Really understand what it means to fall for someone who you probably shouldn’t. At the end of the day, she’s young enough to be your daughter. I didn’t overreact and this is not because of my relationship with Mason either. I’m happy for the both of you. It’s a little weird, not going to deny that, but I can accept it. I hope, you’ll accept this, for however long it lasts.” She walked toward him and placed a little kiss on his cheek. “Love you, Dad.”
He watched her go but didn’t call her back. Right now he needed to get his head together.
Staring down at his glass, he wasn’t impressed, not even in the slightest.
Tonight should have been a nice meal when he saw someone with Rachel that was her own age, not his.
Hypocrite.
Now he’d upset his daughter, shouted at Lisabeth and he still wanted to go and shoot Mason.