Single Dad’s Spring Break

by Rye Hart

  “Relax, I’ll spare him his life, but she really could be more assertive and tell him to stop pawing at her.” I ground my teeth together and turned my attention to my baby sister. “So, to what do I owe this honor, or did you come to see Rachel?”

  “I came to see you both. I hoped I’d find you in a better place than you were a week ago, but it seems that’s not a problem. Did the two of you kiss and make up?” There was a gleam in her eye, and I knew she meant to pry for much more information than that.

  I tried to keep my smile in check as I responded. “There were kisses.”

  Her eyes flared, and she let out a little squeal of delight. “Okay, I’ll spare you the torment of asking for details, but just so you know, I’m going to ask Rachel all about it and you better have treated her like a lady.”

  My smile played around one corner of my mouth, and she giggled and turned her attention back to Rachel across the room who was headed our way, thankfully without the producer as her shadow.

  “I’m so happy for you!” Shauna closed the last few steps and pulled Rachel into a hug. “I know congratulations are in order, but I’ll spare you both the embarrassment, but I really want to take you out to lunch.” She glanced back and forth from me to Rachel and back again waiting for our answer.

  “I’m game.” I glanced at Rachel.

  Her expression turned grim. “I can’t. I’ve to stay here through lunch, but you two go and have a good visit.”

  “Fine.” My sister stepped closer but didn’t bother to whisper. “I want to hear all about it later though when he’s not around.” Her voice turned sour at the mention of me, and she curled her nose playfully as if to say yuck.

  Rachel gave me an accusing glare, and I shook my head. “Oh no, don’t give me that look, I didn’t tell her a thing.”

  “He didn’t have to. The two of you are practically glowing.” She turned to Rachel and took another hug and then stepped back to me locking her arm. “We’ve got to be going, are you sure you can’t come?”

  “I’m positive.” She gave me a sad look, and though we’d agreed not to put our relationship on display at work, I stepped closer, and instead of whispering in her ear, I gave her a little kiss. Her cheeks flared, and she glanced around, but only her assistant saw, and he pulled his lips in tight as if to hide his own smile.

  Shauna didn’t pry me about anything too personal during lunch, but she did ask me my intentions toward her best friend. I had to remind her that I was her brother and not the enemy, but promised I’d take special care of Rachel’s heart this time around.

  “Last time you shattered it. I know we’ve never really discussed this, with the two of you being so hell bent and kept me under your gag orders, but she was devastated. She was merely a shell of herself, and I missed her during that time. She couldn’t bear to spend much time with me. I reminded her too much of you. Don’t take my friend away again, Dunc. She’s all I’ve ever had, and I love her as much as I love you. Hell, I’ve known her nearly as long.” The two had been friends since they were in diapers and were each other’s first friends.

  “No worries. I’m in love with her, always have been, and things are different now, Sis. There’s no one and nothing standing in our way.”

  She’d been content to let lunch end on a different subject, and as we discussed what to do with the remainder of our mother’s things, the last couple of things we’d been holding onto simply because getting rid of them would have made it all too real. Since we were both in a better place, we could make a clearer decision about it, and agreed that it was time to sell the house.

  I’d gone back to the set only to find that Rachel had left for the day and Jefferey, who seemed a bit worried that she’d claimed to have gotten ill at lunch, even though she hadn’t eaten anything, suggested I go check on her. I told Patrick I was heading out for the day and hurried to her house.

  I sped over and banged on the door, and it took a moment, but I heard her footsteps and the lock. She opened the door and fell into my arms.

  “What’s the matter? Are you sick? Hurt?”

  She shook her head, but I picked her up and carried her to the couch where I sat, holding her in my lap. She settled against my chest and rested her face in the crook of my neck.

  “Please don’t be angry with me.”

  “What happened?” My voice was harsh as she went still in my arms.

  “Brock made a pass at me. He had asked me to stay at lunch, but he only wanted to see if I’d sleep with him.”

  “Did he touch you?” I pushed her off my shoulder and captured her face in my hands. “What did he do, Rachel?”

  She shook her head to play it off, but I could tell by her expression, the hard set of her lips, that she was upset. “He grabbed me and kissed me, and I pushed him off. I stomped his foot and elbowed him, and he got angry and screamed at me. He said he’s going to see to it that I never work in the business again and that I should reconsider.”

  My blood was boiling by the time she finished telling me, but I wasn’t angry with her. I pulled her close and told her it was okay, not to worry about a thing.

  She pulled away and met my eyes. “Duncan, promise me you won’t do anything. Harris really wanted this deal to work out, and I’m okay. I left right after it happened and was only scared of what you might think—”

  “What I might think? Jesus, he’s lucky I don’t hunt him down and snap his scrawny fucking neck.”

  She kissed my mouth, and I claimed her with a little more force than usual, reminding her how a man, one that truly loves her, could kiss. But I knew I needed to calm her nerves, to stop her trembling.

  “I promise I’ll behave. But, so help me, Rachel, if he steps one toe out of line again, one fucking pinky toe, I’m going to lay waste to his entire fucking world, and Harris can eat shit.” She nodded and lay her head on my shoulder, and I rocked her against me until her trembling stopped.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN - RACHEL

  My nerves had finally settled, and I had almost fallen asleep in his arms. I could lay there in his comfort forever, but my phone rang, and Duncan reached over to the side table where it was and glanced at the caller, then passed me the phone.

  “It’s Jefferey. You should tell him you’re okay. He was worried about you. He wasn’t buying your excuse, and he’s the one who told me you’d gone home.”

  I declined the call and put the phone on the coffee table. “I can’t explain things to him just yet. I’m not sure what this all means for the production.”

  “Brock isn’t going to stop production or piss anyone off by bringing in anyone else at this point. He was just trying to intimidate you into sleeping with him. Guys like that use whatever tools they can, but trust me, he doesn’t want to screw himself.”

  “I’m just worried that I’ve ruined things for Harris, and Shauna will be so disappointed if he loses Brock as a future client.”

  “I’ll take care of it. Don’t you worry another second about it. I’ll make it right.” He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me hard as he gripped my bottom with just as much force.

  It sent my heart racing and flushed as I pulled away and caught the hungry look in his eye.

  I shifted in his lap to face him and let my legs fall astride him as I brought my arms over his broad shoulders and around his neck. His cock had gone rigid beneath me, and I ground myself against it bringing a grin to his face. He leaned forward and captured the top button of my shirt with his teeth and then tugged, keeping his eyes locked with mine.

  I reached up and opened the button and then the next and his voice softened with a little mhm. Once I worked the last one he smiled. “I love watching you undress.”

  My brow lifted. “Do you?” He responded with another lazy mhm, and I dragged myself to my feet and opened my shirt revealing my white, lacy bra. I let the shirt fall to the floor and slowly reached back and unhooked my bra, turning my back to him as I let the straps fall off my shoulders. When I turned around, he was
working down his zipper with a hungry look. I unbuttoned my jeans nice and slow and slipped them down, but when I reached for my panties, white lace that matched my bra, he put his hand out to stop me.

  “Leave them. I’m going to fuck you around those.” He smiled as my eyes flashed with surprise and then he stood up and walked me around to face the back of the couch and stood behind me.

  “You still want to try it all, baby?” His voice was right in my ear, and it sent chills down my spine, and they didn’t stop until they tickled my core. I nodded, and he kissed my shoulder and smoothed the chill bumps that had formed on my arms then he stepped back and leaned me forward, gripping my hips to keep them in place against him, as I placed my palms on the couch.

  I swallowed hard, not quite knowing what he was going to do, but then as his hands found my still-tender slit and began to rub, I relaxed. I’d bled the first time, so I knew what type of punishment I was in for, but even still, my core throbbed wanting him inside me.

  He inserted a finger and stroked and soon his mouth was there lapping at my ass. The pleasure was erotic, but I didn’t know if I was ready for that. I relaxed as he whispered into my ear, “One day I’ll claim this too, but no time soon.” I tightened knowing that if he ever did, I’d love that too. I wanted to give him everything.

  “I’m going to take you from behind, so it might hurt a little, but you’ll tell me to stop if it does?” His strong hand found my hips and the other guided his cock against me, nudging against my wetness. “Fuck, you get so wet, baby. You turn me on so fucking much.” He pushed inside me, and I cried out in pleasure. He waited for me to adjust myself around him, then he rocked me with a little more urgency. Ssuddenly his hands reached up to cup my tits, which bounced with each thrust into me. Soon he’d worked up a quick, steady pace, his balls slapping against my clit and causing me to clench around his cock which drove me over the edge.

  By the time I could process a thought, besides the crazy intense pleasure that had overcome me, I realized my release had coated his cock, and there was wetness down my thighs. “You soaked my balls, baby. This position serves you well, doesn’t it?” He gave a breathless chuckle and sped up his pace, slapping against me with such force that the friction that built between us was like a blazing fire, but just when I thought he would fill me up with his own release, he pulled away, taking his cock into his hands to stroke it.

  “Are you done?” He smirked at my pouty tone and shook his head.

  “Not by far.” He took my hand, and I turned, the wetness turning cool on my inner thighs as we walked to the bedroom.

  When we got to the bed, he sat me down beside him and kissed me as he rubbed my mound with his palm. The pressure was building and then when he slipped his finger into my little cleft and pulled back my hood to work my bud. I wiggled uncontrollably wishing I was on his cock.

  “That’s right, baby. Come for me. I want that hot little slit sopping wet for my cock.” It was too. He eased me back but pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He leaned over and licked me, and I wiggled against his face feeling another little release consume me. It was like there were hundreds of them all waiting for the right stimulation to beckon them forward.

  “Greedy girl. I love that you’re so worked up for me. You’re my girl, aren’t you?” He stood up and hiked my legs up putting my heels over his shoulders. He guided his cock right back to my depths without any hesitation. He didn’t allow me to settle, but this time, I didn’t need to. He angled his cock upward and hit a spot so sensitive that it had me screaming in pleasure and begging him to have mercy on me.

  I knew that finally, after all this time, I was truly his and he was truly mine.

  He growled out in pleasure as he slapped my thigh and thrust hard grinding his cock so deep I could feel his base splitting me. Then he stilled and jerked as he emptied himself deep inside me. I milked every last drop by clenching around him. The movement was so intense, and the thought of him filling me up was such a turn on that I started to writhe, another release on the horizon. He pulled his cock out, and I whimpered.

  “No, please don’t stop.”

  He smile and gave a little chuckle. He held up two fingers and pushed them into my mouth. “Suck them soft, baby.”

  I did as he told, all the while the intensity was building as well as my frustration.

  His seed was spilling out, coating my thighs even more and then he pulled his fingers free and pushed them both into my aching channel. The splashing sound made me blush, but the pleasure was so intense that I hoped he’d never stop and finally he brought me through my last orgasm. When he was done, he pulled the dripping fingers from my channel and pushed them back between my lips for a taste.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He kissed my mouth, stilled beside me as his breathing leveled off. This time I’d worn him out. I smiled at my accomplishment and snuggled closer.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN - DUNCAN

  It was the way I’d always dreamed about us waking up together, and it was the second time in so many hours that we had. After our last session, I had been woken up for round two with one of the hottest blowjobs of my life.

  She’d roused me with her mouth and sucked me hard from sleep and when I woke up, my cock still growing in her mouth, I had pulled her legs across me and had her straddle my face a nice long sixty-nine where she took her first swallow without blinking an eye.

  I opened my eyes this time only to roll over and find her flat on her back, arms up over her head and eyes on the ceiling, though I had a feeling in her mind she was in some faraway place.

  “Where’s my daydreamer?” I rolled over and brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek.

  “Just thinking.” She pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts.

  “You are not. You’re worrying. I can tell it in your tone.” I met her eyes daring her to tell me I was wrong. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

  “I know you’ve told me not to worry about it, but it’s still bothering me what happened with Brock. It’s like it’s just now all sinking in. It all happened so fast.” Her brows pinched tight as if she was going over everything that had happened.

  “So, you’ve been reconsidering me killing him? I could probably get away with it.” God knew I wanted to beat that smarmy prick till my fists bled.

  She huffed as if she wanted me to be serious and turned to face me flattening her palm against my chest. “He could make waves for me, make it hard for me to get future jobs, never mind his relationship with Harris.”

  I took her hand and kissed it. “You have nothing to worry about, and now that you’re with me you could always walk out. Fuck him. You don’t need him or his lousy connections. Hell, baby, you don’t even have to work, I can take care of you.” I never wanted her to worry about anything, and I could give her anything she needed, more than that, I wanted to. I wanted to be her rock.

  Her face fell, and she threw her head back a bit, then met my eyes shaking her head. “You act like my career isn’t important.”

  I decided that I better choose my next words carefully. “All I mean is, you don’t really need it unless you want it. But I wouldn’t go back there to put up with that asshat.”

  “Of course, I want it! Are you fucking kidding me?” I hadn’t ever heard that language come from her pretty mouth, and I took notice which I’m betting was the point of her using it.

  She rolled over and put more than an arm’s length of distance between us as she got up on her side of the bed. “My career is more than a job, and I’ve worked my ass off making it happen. I’m not about to toss out my accomplishments and goals because you make plenty of money and are worried about some guy. Fuck the money part of it. This is about my passion. A passion that was all that I had after you left me! A passion I fought my own father for!”

  That horrible wave of guilt crashed down on me again just as it did every time I thought about how I’d left her behind and told her to move on without me. “I get it. I’m just s
aying you have options, and don’t you get loud with me. I’m only trying to help. Considering that I want to march out that door and kill that bastard where he sleeps, I’m showing great restraint.” I wanted to laugh to lighten the mood, but that’s when she gave me the look. The one like I didn’t get it. I knew better than to bring laughter into it.

  “It’s not even a solution,” she snapped. Then she waved her hand dismissively. “Just don’t worry about it. I’ll handle him on my own.”

  Her dismissive tone rubbed me the wrong way. We were in this together, at least I’d thought and she’d asked. “Well, if this is how your career is going to be— you having to take shit from every fucking pervert who wants to put his hands on you, then maybe you shouldn’t be in it.”

  “I’m not letting your jealousy knock me out of a career any more than I’m letting the likes of Brock Reed, or anyone else for that matter ruin what I’ve got going for me. I’ll keep it professional, and it will pass. It’s better than going in guns blazing and making a bad name for myself.”

  “Well, it sounds like you’ve got your mind all made up, then.”

  “I do.”

  “Well, a word to the wise, guys like Brock Reed don’t usually give up so easily and usually keep at it until they get what they want.”

  “I know Brock better than you. He’s not going to try anything again, the only thing he’ll do is badmouth me, but in all honesty, he probably was just embarrassed and couldn’t think of anything else to say. As I said before, I left work upset that you’d be upset about the kiss.”

  “Wait, what? Are you kidding me now? You’re sitting here crying about him one minute and defending him the next? Really? And you think you can handle him all by yourself? This is exactly why you can’t. You’re too much of a—”

  “Of a what?” she sneered.

  “Look, I’m not fighting with you about this. You asked me my opinion, and you got it. You can choose to do whatever, but mark my words, he’s not done. And if I see him try a damned thing, you can bet your sweet little ass I’m stepping in.” I started to dress as she fired off her response.