Because I Love You: A Brother's Best Friend Secret Baby Romance

by Amy Brent

  I closed my eyes and moaned as I dipped my finger deep inside my aching channel. Having Whitt’s large cock in me had spoiled me, and suddenly the one finger wasn’t enough. I pulled out the single digit and gave it a lick, pulling my sweet nectar into my mouth for a taste. I was sweet to taste, and it reminded me of Whitt’s salty sweet flavor. My mouth watered as I dipped not just the one finger, but two inside me. I remembered my sweetest spot, so I curled my finger upward, pressing against my soft spongy g-spot. I worked it good until I came and I covered my mouth when I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me.

  I couldn’t stop at one, so I kept stroking, working myself up into a tizzy, but I knew better than to relent. Whitt wouldn’t have. I kept my fingers working until my hand wanted to cramp and then I switched to the other, always keeping the free one tightly pinching my nipples.

  Once I was good and soaked, I worked myself harder and faster, flicking my clit and pretending it was his hands on me. I came hard and decided I needed a nice soak. So, I slipped into my bikini bottoms and then put on my top. The little red string bikini was my favorite, and when I thought about Whitt pulling it aside and fucking me right there across his kitchen bar, I wanted to touch myself again.

  Instead, I took a deep breath and headed out to the water. It was cool and calming as I walked down in it and soaked my hair. Then I swam for a floatie that was across the pool and climbed on it. I hoped that I wouldn’t have to wait too long. Luckily, an hour later, just as the sun was dipping down over the horizon, I heard his car pull up, and instead of going to him, I decided to let him find me.

  I glanced into the house from the patio, and I could see the light on in the front room and the kitchen. I decided to stand up and dry off and at least be ready to go inside, so I paddled my way to the edge of the pool and hopped out of the float. I grabbed my towel and bent over to dry off when I heard the sound of laughter, only it wasn’t Whitt. It was a female.

  Knowing Lila was out of town, and all the staff was gone, it could only mean one thing. Whitt had another woman over. From what I could see through the window he was laughing with the woman and now and then he’d reach over and pinch her side causing her to laugh. But as I stood there, my mouth hanging slack, and my face red with embarrassment, they spotted me. My heart ached, and I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I hurried to get myself dried off, but the patio door was already opening.

  “Gemma.”

  “I’m sorry, I was just over for a swim. I asked Lila, and she said it was all right.” The woman came out behind him with a strange look on her face. She looked to Whitt like she knew exactly what was going on between us.

  “Maybe I should go?”

  “No; it’s okay. This is Gemma; she’s my secretary and my daughter’s best friend. She was just over for a swim. I was just hoping Lila was here.” He looked at me with hopeful eyes and fought back the tears as I shook my head. He was going to pretend that there was nothing between us. Like I was some dirty secret, so he didn’t look like a dirty old man in front of his girlfriend.

  “Yeah, I was just leaving.” I turned and hurried into the bath house, and when I shut the door, I burst out crying. Tears washed across my cheeks, and my nose began to run. He’d used me like all of the others. I’d trusted him with so much, only to be treated like any other girl. There was nothing special about me.

  I turned to look outside, and Ashley stood with her arms crossed listening to Whitt make excuses. She turned and stormed into the house, and I had a feeling she wasn’t buying whatever excuse he was trying to sell.

  He turned and looked at the bath house and headed my way. I hurried to get changed, and he opened the door as soon as I undid the knot in my top’s strings. I held my top I place as he stormed in.

  “Gemma, we need to talk.” His footsteps were as heavy as his tone as he stomped across the open room.

  “Leave me alone. I’m changing, so I can go home.” I pulled on my shirt and undid the rest of top beneath it.

  “I told you it couldn't go on. How was I supposed to know you’d be here?”

  “Why would I think you’d be here with someone else? You told me it wasn’t what it looked like. You used me. I was just stupid virgin—

  “Stop it, Gemma. You’re not stupid. I didn’t use you.”

  “But you’re done with me, right? Just like you were done with the cook. You never cared about her. You just saw an eager slut and gave her a job. Just like me!” I pulled my pants on over my bikini bottoms and pushed past him, but he grabbed my arm.

  “It’s not the same! The only reason I won’t be with you is Lila. If it weren’t for her then—it doesn’t matter. How’d you get here?”

  “Uber Scott is pretty fucking familiar with your house, now I see why.” I wasn’t sure if it was because of Lila or not, but his remark had stayed with me. I wondered if he had picked up Ashley from the house before.

  “I’ll call you a ride. You probably shouldn’t come back unless Lila is here.”

  “Right, so much for being like family. I guess that only applies to when Lila is here too, right?” I glanced over to the house and saw Ashley trying to see what was going on from the house window. Her arms were crossed, and I was sure he’d have a lot to smooth over with her.

  “Gemma, don’t be like that. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. We’ve known each other too long.”

  I was seconds away from quitting my job, but I decided that I needed the job too badly to just up and quit it. If he wanted me gone, he’d have to get rid of me. Apparently, he had no problem with doing that.

  “You better go. Your girlfriend is getting suspicious.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend, Gemma, and watch your tone.” He stepped forward and closed the distance between us, glaring down at me.

  But I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me. I squared my shoulders and held my head up. “What are you going to do, Mr. Porter? Spank me? Fuck me? Well, fuck you!” I pushed past him and hurried out by the pool to grab my phone, and I dialed for my ride.

  As I hurried out the side gate, I heard his voice in the distance. “Dammit, Gemma!”

  I didn’t stop. I kept on going and had Uber Scott pick me up. After a long talk on the way home, which I grilled Scott on just who he’d been picking up, I had determined that he was giving the housekeeper rides to and from work. That had been a small relief, not that it mattered.

  I waited until I calmed down and called Lila and explained what happened. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to go over unless you are going to be home. Your dad showed up with some woman, and it was kind of embarrassing.” I hoped he wanted to keep his new girlfriend a secret.

  She groaned. “I’m so sorry. Do you know who it was?”

  “It’s a woman that works for the company. Ashley somebody.”

  “Oh, Ashley. Well, at least she’s not that bad.” I wanted to vomit. Even Lila was against me, and she didn’t even know it.

  “Well, she wasn’t very nice to me. I think she felt like I was imposing on her and your father’s time.” I wasn’t lying, but I wasn’t helping her to find favor with the competition.

  “Well, screw her, you are family. You can be there anytime you want. I’m sure Daddy didn’t mind.” She snickered. “She might have thought you were there to see him. Like one of his other girlfriends. I bet that pissed her off good and proper. Could you imagine?”

  “It’s not so absurd. You’re seeing an older man.”

  “Yeah, but it’s Daddy, so. That makes it kind of ew, don’t you think?” As his daughter, I could understand, but I also couldn’t help be a little insulted.

  “No, your dad is a handsome man, and I don’t think I’m trash, so why is that ew?” I knew my tone was harsh and she sighed.

  “I guess you’re right. I didn’t mean to insult you.” Her tone had softened, and suddenly there was an awkward pause between us. “Yeah, I worry about Daddy. He..”

  “I’m sorry, Lila. I guess I’m just still a bit emba
rrassed that I was there when no one was home. I should have known it might invade your dad’s space.”

  “He wasn’t supposed to be there until late, so it’s all good. No worries.” Knowing he wasn’t supposed to be home until later only solidified one thing and that was that Whitt had all intentions of fucking Ashley.

  I couldn’t deal with the thought of it. If he wanted things to be over, I wouldn’t fight it, but I wasn’t going to sit around moping either. Maybe it was time to move on.

  Chapter 19

  Whitt

  The past week had been uneventful with Gemma being standoffish. I knew it was for the best, but I missed her. Ashley and I had cooled down before we ever heated up and she still wasn’t buying my story about Gemma.

  I’d told her that she was nothing more than like family, but even I hadn’t believed me. It was a good try, but I was failing miserably at moving on.

  I showed up at my office late, which had become a habit, but so had to leave early. I found Dax standing behind Gemma’s desk, and the two were all smiles for each other as they hugged.

  It was as if someone threw cold water on my face and when Gemma looked up, she got a similar look, which she quickly replaced with contempt.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt,” I said walking in and trying to beeline for my office.

  “Not so fast, friend. I’ve got something for you.” Dax reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and handed it to me. “You remember he charity gala my family is hosting?”

  I took the card and opened it, noticing that Gemma didn’t have one. I thought for a split-second that I might ask her to be my date.

  “I just asked Gemma to go with me, so you can bet I’ll have the prettiest date there.” My good friend put his arm around Gemma, and she got a bashful grin and tucked her chin.

  She lifted a shoulder and glanced up. “I’ve never been to a gala before. It sounds like fun.”

  “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time; both of you.” I gave her a pointed stare. “And I’m sure I’ll have a hard time finding a date any prettier.”

  “Ashley’s a beautiful woman,” said Gemma. She hadn’t heard about the two of us, and how Ashley had all but ran from me screaming with her suspicions. I’d be hard-pressed to get her to go to tomorrow with me.

  Dax winced. “Oh, you didn’t hear. They aren’t together.” He mumbled the words as if I couldn’t hear.

  “I’m sure I’ll find someone. I’ll just break out the old Rolodex.” I chuckled.

  Gemma turned her head. “The what?”

  Dax laughed, and Gemma cut him a glare. “You’re the sweetest thing.” He pulled her close and kissed her cheek and my blood boiled in my veins.

  “So, I’ve never heard of roller deck.” I would have laughed if it weren’t proof of how young she truly was and how innocent she had been when I’d corrupted her. I thought about waiting until Dax left and pulled her into my office and showing her a lesson like before, but I couldn’t do that. I had ruined any and all hold I had on her the minute I’d decided to end it.

  “You know, I think I’ll bring Lila. She loved parties, and I’m not really into seeing anyone these days.”

  “That’ll be fun. Lila loves any excuse to buy a new dress. Maybe she’ll help me. I want to look my best for my handsome date.” She placed her hand on Dax’s face, and he turned a soft pink around his neck and face.

  “I better get out of her before my ego gets any bigger.” Dax kissed her cheek and slapped my hand on his way to the door.

  Once he was gone, Gemma sat in her chair, and I ducked into my office, leaving the door open.

  I dialed Lila and hoped she’d say yes. I thought it might also be a nice time to talk about her new man and really see if I could accept him.

  She answered the phone with a dull tone, and I longed for the days when she was happy to hear my voice. “Hey, Daddy.”

  “That bad, huh? You usually are more excited to hear from me.” I glanced up to see Gemma dusting her office. She had a few plants of her own that were left by the last secretary, and I wondered if she was trying to listen in.

  “It’s not terrible, Daddy. It’s good to hear your voice, but I’m not coming home until Tuesday.”

  “It’s fine; I’ve actually called to invite you out with the old man. I got an invite from Dax Fisher, and his family is throwing that big gala. I’d like for you to be my date. Gemma is going with Dax actually, so she’ll be there.”

  “Gemma and Dax? Oh my, when did that happen? You’re not okay with that, are you?” She was taken aback, and I hadn’t realized that Gemma didn’t tell her all about Dax. I couldn’t say a lot with Gemma coming in to water my plants and tidy up my office.

  “Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” My tone was a tad more defensive than I wanted it to be.

  “Because, Daddy. She’s a young woman as young as me, and well, Dax is an older man, not to mention, that she’s your secretary and he’s your best friend. He better be behaving himself.”

  “I’m sure he is. I’ll break his neck if he’s not.” I glanced to Gemma who gave me a narrowed glare over her shoulder, and I could tell it was bothering her not knowing what we were discussing. “So, will you go with me or not?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’d love to. I know we haven’t spent enough time together lately and I don’t like how strained things have been. I’d like to sit down sometime with Daniel and have a nice long talk.” I wanted to say no way, but I knew I was going to have to learn to accept him. He wasn’t going anywhere.

  “That’s wonderful, honey. Gemma said you might go dress shopping together. I’ll be sure to give you my card, and you can buy you, ladies, whatever you need.” Gemma’s head whipped around, and she put her hands on her hips.

  “Thanks, Daddy! That will be so much fun, and I know Gemma will appreciate it.”

  Gemma stopped in front of me and crossed her arms as her foot tapped. “I’m sure she will. I love you, honey. Talk soon.”

  “I love you, Daddy.” It was good to hear her say those words, and I let them sink in a moment before looking at Gemma and setting down the phone.

  “I can buy my own dress, thanks.” She turned and headed back across the room to my dying fern.

  “Why not let me. I want to treat you girls. Besides, I owe you for the tie.” I thought bringing up the tie would make her smile, but she spun on me with a fierce glare.

  “You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t want anything other than a paycheck from you.” She turned up her nose and went back to tidying cutting me looks over her shoulder.

  I gave her a sideward glance. “Consider it a bonus. Please, Gemma. I want to do it.”

  She belted a laugh. “A bonus? Please. Call it what it is, Whitt; a peace offering and I don’t need it.” She waved her hand at me dismissively.

  “Well, you’re going to take it. I’ll make sure Lila insists.” I leaned back and put my hands up over my head.

  She groaned. “Why Lila? Why not take someone else? If you’re trying to spare my feelings, don’t bother with that either.” Her smart mouth had me aching to put something in it. I had gotten used to disciplining her.

  “I’m not seeing anyone, and I thought it might be nice for you and Lila to catch up. Your friendship is important, and maybe I need to remind myself of that.” I shrugged and turned, but she leaned into her desk.

  “Why do you need reminding? Things are over between us, right? We can pretend it never happened.” She folded her arms and then turned, heading for her desk.

  I got up to follow. “I agree. It was a mistake. One we shouldn’t have made. It would have never worked. Besides Lila what do we have in common? Nothing.” She stopped and slumped as if my words had knocked all the wind out of her.

  “Oh, I don’t agree with that. We have more than you think. But, I’m not shocked that you don’t remember though.” She opened her desk drawer and pulled out her tablet.

  “What does that mean?” I was insulted by her insi
nuation.

  “You really don’t remember? I used to show you my artwork and designs every time I saw you.” She shook her head.

  “I remember that. You used to—” Suddenly it came back to me. She’d done several designs of resorts, and they were really good too, especially for a girl her age at the time. “The designs. I remember.”

  “You were the one who encouraged me, Whitt. You said that I had something special and that I should attend college and get my degree so I could design for you someday. I worked my ass off for the degree and for that dream. Every dream I had was about you.”