Mommy's Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend Book 1)

by Victoria Snow

  “What are you doing here?” I blurted out in a tone I hoped was more shocked than rude.

  “Oh, I just desperately needed a fix for my bubble-blowing addiction,” he said. Before I could look confused, Spencer lifted up a pack of gum in his hand and smirked over at me. I could hear Dahlia letting out an amused giggle and I felt my face flushing. Just his presence was enough to make me feel warm all over.

  “Right,” I said with a polite smile as I rang him up and he paid for the gum.

  “While I’m here, I can’t help but hope you might come for lunch with me? Since I’m in the neighborhood and all,” he suggested and gave me a sincere look. He leaned his arms on the counter and suddenly, he was so close to me that I couldn’t help breathing in his strong, musky cologne. It was overwhelming.

  “Uh, I… I’m not… I…” I sputtered, feeling far too out of control for my own liking.

  “It’s about time for your break, isn’t it, Rylee?” Dahlia interrupted while slamming down a sign at the end of the conveyor belt that said ‘CLOSED’. “I can cover you for it, no problem.”

  “That’s mighty kind of you,” Spencer said with a smile in my best friend’s direction and I couldn’t help but freak out a little at the thought of Spencer getting more comfortable in my world. He’d already met my mom, now Dahlia, and maybe soon even Jayden!

  “I’m a very kind person,” Dahlia added with a pointed look in my direction. “You’re welcome, Rylee.”

  I gave her a murderous glare and muttered a sarcastic, “Thanks.”

  Once that had been decided, Spencer was ushering me away from the check out and toward the door. I didn’t even have a chance to really understand how I was feeling about all of it and now, all I could think about was the way Spencer’s hand was wrapped around my wrist. His hands were warm and his fingers felt thick and strong. I remembered when those hands had touched me in an entirely different way. Even though the experience was five years ago, I still remembered the way Spencer made me feel like it was yesterday.

  “There’s a diner just a little way up the street we could head to if you want to eat?” Spencer suggested when we were outside and he finally let go of my wrist.

  I shook my head. I didn’t want anyone to see us or to let myself get pulled into whatever spell Spencer seemed to have me under. I had to resist. “I don’t get long for my lunch break. If you want to talk to me, we should probably just walk and talk.”

  “Whatever you want, Rylee,” he told me in that deep voice of his that made me want him even more.

  Instead of dwelling on it, however, I sped up my steps and began striding down Main Street, desperate to get Spencer and I away from any prying eyes who might tell my mom. Just outside of the town center there was a long, winding river that sparkled cerulean in the afternoon sun. I headed toward it in a bit of a mindless daze thinking that not many people were likely to spot us there. Maybe a few birds, I told myself.

  “I love this spot under the willow tree by the river,” Spencer said to me as we headed toward it. “It’s a scenic spot, one of my favorites. I did always think Halston was a lovely town and while I was in Boise, I missed it every day.”

  We reached the tree and Spencer turned to look at me. His gray eyes met my own blue ones and he reached out to gently touch my arms. I was starstruck for a moment. I wasn’t sure what to do. I just stood silently and looked at him, enjoying being so close to him again after so long.

  “Yes, I missed Halston, but I didn’t miss it half as much as I missed you, Rylee.”

  5

  Spencer

  I expected some kind of reaction – even a negative one – but Rylee just stood there, staring at me, speechless. At first, I waited a few moments to see if she was just collecting her thoughts, but then I thought, Screw it.

  “Rylee, I know what happened between us wasn’t very well thought out and I wish I had never left you without giving you my phone number or even getting your last name because trust me, I’ve regretted it ever since,” I began to tell her, gripping tight to her arms and hoping that she’d believe me. “But there was a reason I just disappeared. Five years ago, I was working for a huge company as an engineer. I’d been working there for years and honestly, I was bored. I wanted a challenge. I wanted to do something more exciting with my life. That was when I started coming to the coffee shop.”

  I stopped to take a deep breath and then continued, “I started working on an idea I’d had for years of a machine element that would streamline irrigation and save water and time for farmers. So, every time you saw me in the coffee shop, that’s what I was working on. It was years in the making and even when I saw you that last night, I never dreamed I would actually be able to file the patent and make a profit from it. But that’s exactly what happened.”

  Rylee gave me a strange look as though she wasn’t entirely following all the complex terms I was referring to, so I decided to try and get to the point.

  “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that the day after we slept together, I got a call from a company in Chicago who wanted to discuss the patent with me. I thought it would be a quick meeting, but the negotiations ended up taking around six months which was completely unexpected. But it did lead to a deal that made me… well, a lot of money. As soon as I signed those contracts, I took the first flight back to Boise and I went back to the coffee shop, trying to find you, but… you were already gone.”

  I saw Rylee’s eyes widen at the confession and I don’t really understand why. Did she not think I felt something for her after that first magical night? It had been life-changing for me, but perhaps, Rylee had felt differently. I thought since she had given me her virginity that it meant something to her, but maybe I was just kidding myself. After all, she was a young, sexy woman who must have been beating guys away with a stick. And me? I was some guy almost twice her age who had fucked her and took off. It was no wonder she didn’t expect anything to happen between us. Who was I kidding?

  I’m just another middle-aged man in a suit and tie. She probably found someone else to flirt with after I was gone.

  My insecurity settled like acid in my stomach and I felt uneasy. I didn’t want to prolong the rejection for much longer, so I took a step back and let her arms go. Just as I was getting ready to tell her it was fine and I wouldn’t bother her again, Rylee finally spoke up.

  “I… I did wonder what had happened to you,” she admitted in a quiet, timid voice. “After you never came back, I started to think…” She shook her head and began speaking a little louder. “I wanted to know why you stopped coming to the coffee shop and if you’d ever come back again… It’s a shame I was already gone before you turned back up.”

  Her expression held a hint of the insecurity that was hidden in her words. She had thought that I’d left because of her. Perhaps, she thought that she wasn’t good enough for me that night. It made sense since she was inexperienced, but no, that wasn’t the case. The night I’d taken her virginity was the very best night of my life.

  “I promise you that I didn’t leave because of you or anything you did,” I assured her and took a step closer to her again. “I loved that night when we made love. I’ve thought about you ever since. No matter what other woman throws herself my way, I always ended up thinking about you, Rylee. I thought about your lush, long blonde hair and those bright blue eyes of yours that remind me of the morning sky. Oh, Rylee, I’ve not been able to get you off my mind. That’s why I’m here today. I want to pick up where we left off.”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw Rylee close off. She looked alarmed, like a deer caught in the headlights. I wasn’t sure how to calm her down again, so I just carried on being honest. “Rylee, I know it’s all a little sudden, but I feel a real connection between us, one I’ve never felt with anyone else before, and I think I’d be a fool if I didn’t try to give it a real shot. Don’t you?” I explained, my heart pounding faster and faster in my chest.

  The expression on Rylee’s face
changed then. “That’s kind of hard to answer right now since, in case you forgot, you’re meant to be dating my mother,” she pointed out with a jab of her finger to my chest. “How would it look if you suddenly decided to date me instead? Have you even thought about what people might say?”

  I stood there thinking her words over for a moment. “No, I hadn’t thought about that,” I finally admitted and let out a sigh. “I was just so excited to see you again.” I cursed myself. I couldn’t believe that I’d not thought everything through. I was usually a pretty logical person who was good at problem-solving, but right now, I felt like a lovestruck teenager again.

  Rylee turned away from me, her long, golden hair blowing in the breeze. She looked out over the calming river and let out a breath. “Things are just too complicated for this to carry on, Spencer,” she began to say. “There are too many things to think about and I don’t want anyone to get hurt, especially not anyone I care about.”

  I wondered if she included me in the people she cared about, but I guessed probably not. Still, the way she closed herself off to me and became much more guarded after I explained everything made me feel like there was something she wasn’t telling me. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just didn’t believe she was being a hundred percent honest with me.

  I approached her and stood by her side. I pressed my finger to her chin and raised it, forcing her to look at me once again. Her expression was soft and conflicted. I could tell she was having a hard time dealing with all of this and I wanted to be able to reassure her. “I just don’t understand why fate would bring us back together like this if it wasn’t because we were destined to try again, Rylee,” I confessed in a whisper. “You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met and I want to be with you. Won’t you at least try?”

  She tried to turn her head away, but I stopped her. “I don’t believe in second chances,” she told me in a mutter. Then she looked at me again and our faces were so close that it stole my breath away. Her deep sapphire eyes connect with my own and I could feel the palpable tension in the air between us. It was like our bodies were desperate to connect once more, pulling toward one another like magnets.

  I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in and I kissed her with a fierce determination, eager to remind her just how good we were together. At first, she resisted, but when she finally gave in, I could feel her melt into the kiss. It was better than I remembered. Her lips were firm against mine but soft. Her tongue was gentle as it massaged my own. My hands wandered over her hips and her waist, enjoying the feeling of her supple curves once again.

  But before I could get my fill, Rylee was pulling away all too soon and leaving me breathless. I watched helpless as she rushed off back the way we came. “I’m sorry!” she called over her shoulder and then she disappeared from my sight.

  Feeling worried, I followed her to see where she was going. She was practically sprinting back down Main Street and toward the store. I wasn’t sure what was going on in that woman’s head, but I was determined to find out. I stood there for a little while longer looking out over the river and wondering what to do next. Should I approach her again? Should I try and get her number from Robin and text her? No, this needed to be done in person. I just needed to figure out how to get her to have faith in me. Faith in us.

  After a few minutes, I headed back to my car and drove back to Sam’s ranch. He was busy out on the fields when I got there so I busied myself with some light reading and watching the TV—things I’d never had the spare time to do before I retired. No matter what I did, however, I couldn’t take my mind off of Rylee and how I was supposed to win her back.

  That night when I slept, Rylee even haunted my dreams. I dreamt about that incredible night when we first slept together. I could see her long, luscious hair splayed out against the wooden table in the back room of that coffee shop in Boise. I could feel her body underneath mine, writhing with desire. I could hear her breathy whimpers as she begged me for more. My tongue was lapping at her pussy, working its way around her swollen clit and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I brought my hand up to her hole, pressing my fingers in gently and feeling around for her g spot. This was before I knew she was a virgin. All I can remember thinking was that she was so tight.

  Rylee was spread out for me like a delicious buffet and I was dying to enjoy every inch of her I could. My free hand was massaging her thigh and pushing her legs open further. My mouth was kissing and sucking her glorious, wet sex and I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed the taste of her. She was so sweet and tangy that I wanted to keep tasting her forever. I’d always enjoyed going down on women, something about the incredible pleasure it gave them made me rock hard, but with Rylee, it was different. Everything felt more intense and powerful. I felt like I was drowning in her.

  I took her apart with my tongue and my fingers until she was shaking. I wanted her to come over and over again, but at the same time I was desperate to get inside her. My fingers were being surrounded by her tight, wet heat and it was too much of a tease. So, I made her come once more before pulling away and wiping her sweet juices from my lips with the back of my hand. I stood and pulled at my belt until it slipped off and then frantically, I pulled my jeans down. My cock was straining against my stomach, hard and throbbing with desire.

  I couldn’t resist anymore. I couldn’t resist Rylee.

  “Please,” she begged me and that word was like music to my ears.

  I leaned over her and guided my length between her thighs until I hit the jackpot. I felt soft, wet flesh envelope my cock and I groaned loudly as I entered her. She was so tight, tighter than I thought when I’d used my finger. Her body surrounded me and I was unable to do anything but surrender to my most animalistic urge. I thrust inside her fully with a grunt and gripped her wrists, pinning her to the table.

  Once I’d thrust a couple of times, I knew. This woman wasn’t just the most beautiful, sexy, and funny woman I’d ever met, but she was a virgin.

  Untouched by anyone but me.

  The thought turned me on more than it should have and I knew right then that I never wanted that to change. I wanted Rylee to be mine and only mine forever.

  6

  Rylee

  As Spencer fucked me, stealing my virginity and the very last of my innocence, I couldn’t help but find myself wishing we’d done this sooner. I remembered wanting to fuck him for the entirety of those six months that we were flirting. So, why hadn’t I? Why did I wait until that night? The night before he left and I never heard from him again.

  Yet, I didn’t have much time to dwell on those worrying thoughts. I was lying naked and covered in bubbles in the bathtub of my mom’s house. Memories of Spencer towering over me and whispering sinful things in my ear were unavoidable. My hands wandered down my body as I remembered in vivid detail exactly how Spencer’s hands worked my body like an instrument that he was an expert at playing. I remembered how full I felt while his huge cock pressed inside me.

  At first, everything had felt so tight and a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if I could take him, but as he whispered to me and told me everything was going to be all right, I relaxed. I could feel my body give way to him and surrender everything I had to this sexy, muscular man who had swept me off my feet without hardly trying. I knew it was probably wrong, that other people would think losing my virginity to a virtual stranger in the back room of the coffee shop was unthinkable, but I didn’t care. In fact, it turned me on knowing how naughty it was and what my co-workers would say if they found out.

  My hands in the present had drifted under the water and toward my pussy. I’d just shaved and the skin was hairless and smooth. I slipped my fingers between my lips and began to play with myself. I ran slow strokes of my fingers upward until I was circling around my clit, but never touching. I just let myself get worked up with memories of Spencer’s big, thick cock pounding my virgin pussy like an expert.

  “Oh, Spencer,” I moaned quietly, desperate to keep my
voice low and avoid any awkward questions from my mom. I dipped my fingers inside myself and whined. It wasn’t enough. I wanted Spencer and I wanted him now.

  My frustration was building and my body was getting tense. I needed some relief. I began using two fingers to rub my clit in a familiar, repetitive motion that usually always got me off, except this time, I thought about Spencer. I recalled every thrust inside me and how good it felt when he came deep inside me, spilling his seed and claiming me as his own.

  It was that thought that sent me spiraling over the edge. I came with a cry that I muffled with my free hand. My whole body felt hot all over and I tingled a little. It was the first time I’d let myself think about Spencer while I pleasured myself and I felt a little bit of embarrassment wash over me afterward. It was wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself and thinking about my mom’s boyfriend—fake or not.

  I climbed out of the tub and tried to put the experience behind me. It was a new day, a Monday, which meant that I needed to sort Jayden out for pre-school. With a sigh, I began to get myself dressed and made up for the day. I’m not sure entirely why I spent a little extra time on my make up that morning. It certainly wasn’t for the benefit of a certain man who had recently reappeared in my life. No, definitely not.

  I brushed the creases out of my work uniform and headed for my son’s bedroom. When I arrived, he was still sound asleep and I smiled down at his sleeping form. He looked so innocent like this. I reminded myself of why it was important to keep Spencer at a distance—I couldn’t risk Jayden getting hurt.