Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Fuck, Avery,” he gasped. “I’m going to fill your little pussy up.”

  I could hear him groan as he gripped my hips. I moaned, wanting it, needing it so badly, and kept thrusting my hips back, sliding along his shaft.

  Finally he came deep inside me, wet and hot. He held my hips hard, thrusting rough and deep, an animal filling my pussy. I loved every second of it, every single inch of him sliding deep inside me.

  When we finished, we collapsed together on the exercise mat floor, his arms wrapped around me.

  “Gym etiquette is we wipe off the bench after using it,” he said.

  I laughed. “I think we’ll need more than a towel.”

  “I’ll tip the janitor again.”

  “That might be for the best.”

  He held me hard, and I loved the feeling of his breath coming in and out, even and secure. I felt right and comfortable there with him, and I knew that he could take me anywhere. I’d follow him wherever he wanted, no matter what he wanted, because he was Gibson. He was the strongest man I knew, the smartest person I’d ever met, and the funniest guy I’d ever been around. He made me feel right.

  Gibson could handle anything.

  29

  Gibson

  After cleaning up the weight bench and dropping Avery back at her apartment, I slowly walked back to my place, my mind buzzing with activity.

  I had a choice to make, and I knew it was an important choice. It was the kind of choice that could change everything for me.

  I was all in with Avery. I knew that for a fact within me. I knew that wasn’t changing anytime soon for any reason. The only problem still looming in front of me was the mafia, and I was still no closer to solving that issue.

  I had a duffel bag of cash under my bed, practically burning a hole in my brain. Five thousand dollars just sitting there, doing nothing. I had planned on using that money for the baby, but I knew that made Avery uncomfortable. At this point, I didn’t want to do anything else that was fucking stupid and could mess things up for me. I wanted to do this right, although I really didn’t know how.

  As I walked, I couldn’t help but think that the money itself was the problem. If only I could somehow get rid of that cash, then maybe things could be okay again.

  I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. For the first time in my life, I wanted something real. I wanted something more than just football and beer and women. I wanted Avery and my baby. I wanted stability. I wanted happiness.

  As I looked back down, I knew what I had to do. I took out my phone, dialed a number, and made the call.

  I was up bright and early. I went through the usual routine with Avery, Hynes hanging out in the background. It had gone from something strange and unusual to completely normal in only a couple of weeks. I had to admit, Hynes was a really good guy for putting up with it.

  We left not long after that, walking together back to campus. I kept thinking about the night before, about her body sweating underneath mine and how we fucked rough and hard on that weight bench. It was by far the best sex of my life, mind-blowing and intense. I wanted every inch of her at every moment, and it was hard not to drag her into the bushes and fuck her tight pussy until she screamed my name.

  But we lived in civilized society, and in civilized society you didn’t drag your woman into the bushes and fuck her brains out in the middle of a crowded place.

  Unfortunately.

  “What?” Avery asked me. “You’re staring at those bushes with a weird look on your face.”

  I grinned at her. “Nothing.”

  “Okay, weirdo.” She slipped her hand in mine. I smiled and squeezed. “How’s your day looking?”

  “Better and better,” I said.

  “Great. I have a bio test later. I’m terrified I’ll bomb it.”

  “I doubt that. You’re the smartest girl I know.”

  “Well, you are used to hanging out with cheerleaders.”

  “That’s fair.”

  “I know they’re not all dumb, but man, I’d like to think they are.”

  “They’re not rocket scientists,” I said, nudging her.

  “Good point.”

  “Listen, I should tell you. I know what I’m doing with that mafia money.”

  I could feel her tense. “Really?”

  “Yes. By tomorrow morning, it’ll be gone and we’ll be free.”

  She frowned. “How?”

  “I don’t want to tell you, and I don’t want you to ask again. I’ll say it, but I know you don’t want to know.”

  She opened her mouth and then closed it again. She nodded once. “Okay. I trust you.”

  “Thanks. It’s going to be okay.” I squeezed her hand, because it was true.

  “I know. I just worry.”

  “Don’t. I’m not your average asshole. I don’t fuck around with this sort of thing.”

  “Yeah,” she said, smiling slightly. “You’re definitely not average.”

  We got to the spot where our paths diverged. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, kissing her. “See you later.”

  “Okay.”

  Her lips lingered before I turned away and left.

  Class then practice then tutoring then sleep. The movement of my days were always the same, routine and practiced. That was how Coach Taylor wanted it, of course. He wanted us to be little machines going through our days, living and breathing and shitting and getting ready to perform perfectly during the weekend.

  That was how I used to be. I went to practice and games, I partied when I could, and I fucked the girls who threw themselves at me. I was always careful, of course, but I never cared about any of them.

  Until Avery came along and jolted me awake.

  I stood in the parking lot of the old abandoned school again. It was late, around midnight, and I was alone. I tried not to feel nervous, but I couldn’t help myself. I was doing a stupid and dangerous thing, again, but I hoped this was going to be the last stupid and dangerous thing I did for a long time.

  The headlights were late when they pulled into the lot. It was the same car, and the same man stepped out. He smiled as he walked up to me.

  “Good to see you again, Gibson,” he said.

  “Rafa.”

  “You wanted to meet with me. I hope you came to a satisfactory conclusion.”

  “I came to make a deal.”

  “Oh?” He cocked his head. “A deal wasn’t part of what we discussed.”

  “But that’s what I’m here for anyway.”

  “Okay then. Let’s hear what you have to say.”

  I took a deep breath and let it out.

  “Last night I called my father.”

  “Really? How’s he doing?”

  “He’s still a drunk criminal, but I asked him something interesting.”

  “What did you ask him, Gibson?”

  “I asked him if he knew things about your organization, things you wouldn’t want people to know.”

  “And what did he say?” That smile never left his face, not even for a second.

  “He told me things. Not big things, not important things, but things that would be interesting for law enforcement to know about. My dad may be a drunk asshole, but he’s been a criminal his whole life.”

  “Interesting,” Rafa said. “Very interesting. Now what’s to stop me from going over and killing your father right now?”

  I shrugged. “That’d be fine. I actually wouldn’t care. But I saved that phone conversation.”

  “Good,” Rafa said, grinning. “Very good. Now, why don’t I just kill you?”

  He took a gun from his waistband. He didn’t point it at me, but he held it loosely at his side. My heart started beating faster in my chest.

  “Because now I’m going to give you that five thousand back. I’m going to give you that money and you’re going to let me go. If you kill me, my girlfriend will tell the cops. She saw you and she knows where I am.”

  “Interesting,” Rafa said.
“And why don’t I kill her, too?”

  “That’s a lot of bodies, Rafa,” I said. “Lots of scrutiny. Are you sure the cops won’t find something about you?”

  Rafa stared at me, and his grin got even bigger. He began to laugh, and I watched him nervously as he doubled over, tears practically streaming from his eyes.

  Finally, he got control of himself. He straightened up and nodded at me. “Okay, Gibson. Toss me the money.”

  I picked up the duffel at my feet and threw it to him. He slung it over his shoulder.

  “You’re a good kid,” Rafa said, “so I’ll tell you what. I’ll take this cash and we’ll call it even, but I’m going to hurt your father for talking.”

  “Good,” I said. “He deserves worse.”

  “I know that.” Rafa laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve got some serious balls, kid. A lot of guys in my position might just kill you for fun.”

  “I’m glad I’m not talking to those guys.”

  “Me too. Truth is, the mafia is a business, and it’s bad for business when we murder football stars. I want you to think good thoughts about me, Gibson, and one day I might come to you. I might ask for a favor, something small, something you’ll be able to do, and I hope you’ll do it.”

  I clenched my jaw. I didn’t like that last part, but I didn’t see how I had any other choice but to go along with it.

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Truth is, Gibson, I’m something of a football fan myself, which is why I’m involved in this at all. I should really break your legs, but I’m rooting for you to make the NFL. So, remember your friends.”

  I nodded. “I can do that.”

  “Good luck this weekend, Gibson.” Rafa grinned at me. “I’ve got money on you. Don’t let me down.” He turned, got back into his car, and drove away.

  I felt completely drained as he left. I felt like I had given up something that I never should have.

  But it was over. I didn’t think he’d ever be coming back. It was over, and I could finally go back to my life. Sure, my money problem was still around, but I had other ideas about that.

  I started the walk back to campus, smiling to myself.

  30

  Avery

  My phone was ringing, but I had no clue why.

  I was only half awake. I lifted my head and saw that it was almost one in the morning. My phone started ringing again, and this time I grabbed it.

  “Hello?” I answered, groggy.

  “Avery, it’s me.”

  “Gibson?”

  “I need to see you,” he said.

  “It’s so late. I’m seeing you in a few hours.”

  “Please. This is important.”

  I bit my lip and sighed. “Okay, okay. Where are you?”

  “In the hall outside your apartment.”

  I paused. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. Open up.” He hung up the phone.

  I sighed and got myself together quickly. I got out of bed and padded out into the living room. Sure enough, when I pulled open the door, Gibson was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.

  “Morning, sunshine,” he said.

  “Gibson, this seems pretty crazy.”

  “I know, but I had to see you.”

  “Come on.” I took his hand and pulled him into the apartment. “Be quiet,” I said softly.

  He nodded as I led him back into my bedroom. I shut the door behind us as he sat down on the bed.

  “Is this my first time in your room?” he asked.

  “I think so.”

  He nodded, smiling to himself. “It’s very you.”

  “I’m too tired to read into that, Gibson. What are you doing here?”

  “I gave the money back.”

  “What?” I sat down on the bed next to him.

  He took my hand. “I gave the money back to the mob. I just came back from meeting with that mobster guy. I gave him that five grand, and now we’re square.”

  “Seriously?”

  He nodded, grinning. “It’s done.”

  I let out a sigh. I felt like I’d been holding that breath for a long time.

  “I’m relieved,” I said.

  “I’m sorry I woke you up. I just really couldn’t wait.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, smiling. “I’m happy you’re here.”

  He pulled me tight against him and kissed me. I felt that familiar thrill run through me despite being so tired.

  “You need to know something,” he said. “I’m in this, for real.”

  I touched his face, my heart hammering in my chest. “You know how I feel.”

  “Say it,” he whispered.

  “I’m in love with you, Gibson Evans.”

  “Yeah,” he said, grinning. “I thought so.”

  He kissed me hard, and he didn’t need to say it back. I knew what he really thought, what he really meant.

  He pushed me back onto the bed, his body pressing down on mine. I felt that thrill in my chest against as I quickly worked his belt off, unbuttoning his jeans. He kissed my neck, smiling, and I gasped as I felt his fingers slip beneath my panties.

  I’d been dreaming about this for so long. Gibson Evans, all mine. Finally I could feel him in my bed, maybe even wake up with him. He kissed my lips as his fingers worked my clit, rolling in soft circles. He slipped them deep inside me as I managed to find his hard cock in his jeans.

  He rolled over onto his back, and I pulled his pants and briefs off. He laughed as I kissed his legs and then took his thick cock in my hand. He looked down at me, propped up on one elbow.

  “I’ve fucked that tight pussy of yours everywhere but a bed,” he said. I licked his cock and nodded.

  “Yeah. That’s true.”

  “Now that’s exactly what I want.”

  I began to suck his cock, and he groaned, holding my hair. He pressed my mouth down along his thick cock, pushing himself into my throat. I sucked him like that, letting him move me up and down, thrusting into my throat. I loved the way he took control and the way he tasted.

  I sucked his cock wildly, soaking wet. I couldn’t believe I went from dead asleep to needing his cock inside me so quickly, but this was what Gibson made me feel.

  I pulled back, gasped for air, and jerked his cock off hard, using my spit to slide my hand along his skin. He groaned, and I pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside. His hands felt my breasts as I continued to jerk his cock.

  “Fuck, girl,” he said. “You’re so fucking sexy. You look better and better every time I see you.”

  He grabbed my hips and rolled me back down beneath him. He slipped my shorts and panties off, tossing them aside. He quickly pressed his mouth against my pussy, working me with his tongue and his lips, sucking my clit.

  He worked me that way, slipping two fingers deep inside my wet pussy, until I began to work my hips. Once I was moaning, he pulled back, grabbed my legs, and spread them wide.

  I watched as he slowly pressed his cock deep inside me. I gasped, and he kissed me hard, cradling my head, holding my hair.

  He began to fuck me like that, sliding in and out, his thick cock pressing deep inside me. I kissed his lips, moaning, as he worked me. I loved having Gibson in my bed, his strong arms holding me, his thick cock fucking my tight pussy.

  I couldn’t get enough of him. I began to grind my hips, rolling against him as he fucked me deeper and deeper. This was the man I loved, the man I needed. I had fallen for him harder than I could have imagined, and I needed every inch of him.

  And Gibson wasn’t holding back. There was something frenzied and intense between us. We both knew this was the first time we had admitted how seriously we were involved with one another, how seriously we cared about each other. It was more than just physical and more than just the baby.

  I loved him. I wanted him. I wanted him to have me, all of me, completely.

  His cock pressed deep inside me as he kissed me, his hips working. I took his thick cock deep inside me. I needed it s
o badly as he fucked me, deep and deeper. He pressed my legs wide open and held my hips, fucking me, feeling my breasts.

  I could feel it getting closer as he began to work my clit. I rocked my hips, my hands up above my head, pressing against the headboard. I worked his cock with my hips as he fucked me deep, rough, and I was lost, losing myself in him. I could feel myself not caring about anything but Gibson and feeling right with him.

  Stroke after rough stroke, his muscles tense and ripped. I moaned his name over and over as the orgasm tipped into me.

  I came hard on his thick cock, unable to hold myself back. I came hard for him as he fucked me, his hands on my hips, his whole body rough and strong.

  I watched his face as he bit his lip and groaned. I could feel him coming inside me, our orgasms bursting together, completely overwhelming anything else.

  When it was over, he collapsed onto the bed next to me. I laughed and kissed his lips, and he grinned back.

  “Think I can stay the night?” he asked. “We can do my physical in the morning.”

  “I think I can handle that.”

  He kissed my lips and I felt right. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close against him.

  Gibson Evans, my man. I was his completely, for as long as I could possibly imagine.

  31

  Gibson

  I cocked my arm back and released. I did that over and over, throwing the ball hard and fast.

  We were getting ready for the weekend, and for the first time since the semester started, I finally felt like I could pay attention to practice.

  Avery was still there, lingering in my mind, but it wasn’t a worry anymore. No, it was an excitement, a desire, a need.

  It was fucking love.

  That only made me want to concentrate more and play harder. Before I had been worried about how I was going to take care of her, but now that seemed petty and insignificant. I still had to work that out, but I knew it would come together somehow.