More Than Dad's Best Friend: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 121)

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by Flora Ferrari




  MORE THAN DAD’S BEST FRIEND

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 121

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Series

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants

  Bratva Bear Shifters

  Lairds & Ladies

  Russian Underworld

  This Book

  More Than Dad's Best Friend

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants

  Bratva Bear Shifters

  Lairds & Ladies

  Russian Underworld

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

  Book 88: Russian’s Obsession

  Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas

  Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot

  Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day

  Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker

  Book 93: Italian Mountain Man

  Book 94: Aggressive Russian

  Book 95: Possessive Valentine

  Book 96: Possessive Hunter

  Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend

  Book 98: Russian Teacher

  Book 99: Australian Obsession

  Book 100: Russian Next Door

  Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend

  Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia

  Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad

  Book 104: Basketball Babymaker

  Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian

  Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend

  Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend

  Book 108: Summer Vacation with Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 109: Dad’s Italian Mafia Friend

  Book 110: Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend

  Book 111: Dad’s Football Friend

  Book 112: Possessing His Dancing Queen

  Book 113: Brother’s Cop Friend

  Book 114: Halloween With Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 115: Claimed By Her Boss

  Book 116: Possessive Rider

  Book 117: Dad’s Ex-Biker Buddy

  Book 118: Possessive Undercover Cop

  Book 119: Falling For Her Boss

  Book 120: Claiming His Fashionista

  Book 121: More Than Dad’s Best Friend

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  Book 1: Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Best Friend

  Book 2: Babysitter For Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  Book 1: Possessive Highlander

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  Book 1: Brooklyn Bratva

  MORE THAN DAD’S BEST FRIEND

  I was always just her dad’s best friend.

  But when her parent
’s are killed by a drunk driver on her eighteenth birthday, things change…everything changes.

  And it’s clear to this older man that it’s time to be more than just dad’s best friend to this younger woman.

  So much more.

  It’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way about anyone, and I’ve only got one shot to be her first, and only.

  I’ll risk everything to make her mine, to claim her forever…but is she as obsessed with me as I am with her…or will she say we’re better off as just friends, destroying my hopes of claiming the only woman I’ve ever wanted, forever?

  *More Than Dad’s Best Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Myles

  My narrowed eyes follow her across the field as I feel my heart throttling in my chest.

  My hands are by my sides, but my fingers are rubbing each other, squeezing tight. I make fists to try and stop the obvious motion, but my white-knuckles only press the tips of my fingers harder into my palms.

  I feel light headed and it’s not even that warm out. I’ve drank an entire two liters of water since practice started, but I still have this overwhelming thirst, this need…for her.

  Number ten, Morgan Malone. My best friend’s daughter.

  I should blow the whistle and tell her to quit horsing around with her friends, but it’s that youthful exuberance that she often displays which is so damn infectious…hitting me right in the chest.

  I can’t find the words to yell or the breath to blow the whistle. I swallow hard, a gulp, and it’s only then I realize I was holding my breath this entire time.

  She makes a move, kicking the soccer ball to the side and her body jerks one way and then the other, her breasts shaking despite that practice jersey that’s a size too small, damp, and shows her pebbled nipples poking out through both the jersey and the sports bra underneath.

  I want to turn away, to coach some of the other players, but I can’t. I’m fixated on her no matter how much I shouldn’t be looking at her like this.

  This is all so new.

  Just three months ago it was the beginning of summer and Morgan, her parents, and I were heading out to celebrate her acceptance letter to college.

  Then a week later her parents were killed by a drunk driver on her eighteenth birthday.

  I was devastated and so was she. We spent hours talking about it, asking ourselves, and the universe, why. Why did this terrible thing happen to two amazing people?

  But now all I can ask is why have I been having these thoughts about her? Why is it that she went from being my buddy’s kid to a woman, practically overnight?

  The way she fills out that jersey now blows my mind, and causes me to jam my hand in my pants pocket and audibly fiddle with my keys so no one will realize what I’m really doing…trying to conceal my need for the school’s star forward on the soccer team.

  It’s her last year before moving on to college to study medicine. She wants to help people…and I want to help myself to her.

  But this is wrong, so wrong. This is the girl I watched lose her first tooth, get braces, and then get her braces taken off. I was there when she got a tricycle for Christmas, then a real bike. When her dad propelled her forward with his hand on the back of her seat years later when she got her first two-wheel bike, I was the one five feet ahead ready to catch her if she wobbled.

  But now, I’m the one who’s all wobbly whenever I’m in her presence.

  I never had a thing for her. Never. She was just a kid, so shy, small, and innocent. She’s always been that way, which is why, all those years ago, her parents started her in kindergarten one year later than most other kids. But that’s all different now. She was forced to grow up this past summer, which makes seeing this innocence in her again so damn rewarding. She deserves her childhood. I shake my head, reminding myself she’s not a child anymore.

  She’s eighteen. She can vote. She can buy cigarettes, even though she never smokes. She can join the military and go off to foreign countries.

  But she can’t be mine. It’s just not right.

  When the school asked me to move up from assistant coach to head coach after her dad was killed I told them I had to think about it. Head coach was my buddy’s role. A part of me didn’t want to be with the team anymore. How could I step into my best friend’s shoes this way? But when I thought about what he’d want, and when his daughter asked me, told me it was okay, I had to say yes.

  And now here I am. Another practice and another day I’m telling myself no. No, this isn’t right. No, these feelings can’t continue. No, I have to keep denying myself what I really want.

  It could ruin my reputation and hers…that’s the truth.

  But the real truth is I’m in love with her. There are no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. We should just stay friends, but whenever I think about that it just makes me angry.

  We can’t just be friends. We need to be more than that. I’m more than her dad’s best friend now, or at least I want to be. I want to be her everything, and that’s what I’ve been trying to do.

  She needs a ride to school or practice? I’m there ready to take her or pick her up.

  She needs help with her homework? There’s no subject I won’t spend the night before Googling so I can recall from back during my days of high-school and try and help her as best I can. But high school was a long time ago for me. I graduated twenty-one years ago…three years before she was even born.

  Damn, I’m old, but I prefer to think of it as experienced. I know what I want and what I want is her.

  I want to protect her, love her, make her mine.

  Hell, she’s already mine…I just need to grow some balls and tell her.

  I’ve never had a problem telling anyone how I feel about anything. I shoot from the hip and I always tell the truth.

  Why is it so hard to tell her then?

  I watch as she dribbles past a defender, kicking the ball perfectly and watching it go into the corner of the net.

  Goal.

  Her teammates give her high fives as they celebrate.

  But this is more than just a goal. This is an in-my-face reminder that I’ll never score if I don’t take a shot. It sounds cliché, but it’s true.

  And making her mine is my one and only goal in life, and I’ve got to take a shot no matter the consequences…because being her soccer coach, her dad’s best friend, and everything else I was to her wasn’t enough anymore.

  CHAPTER 2

  Morgan

  He’d always been my dad’s best friend, but recently he’d become so much more.

  I’d developed a crush on him a couple years ago, but there was something about spending the night of my eighteenth birthday with him when I knew everything was going to change, and become real.

  I had to grow up quick, and it’s still a work in progress, but without him by my side I don’t know where I’d be right now.

  As I kick the ball up the sideline it’s like he’s there, running along with me, encouraging me, as he always does.

  Even though the other side of the field was wide open, I subconsciously ran up the sideline that he was on…my mind willing me to be close to him, always. And when the defense collapsed around me, and I looked over at him out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was dealing with a very different kind of defense of his own…or lack thereof. His pants were providing little to no resistance for his need, which I could see even running at full speed and from ten yards away.

  I didn’t want to make eye contact, afraid of what it might do to me. It wasn’t that warm out, but my body was wet…at least in one place.

  I summoned all the positive encouragement he’s given me over the years, the amount only mult
iplying since my birthday, and stormed down the field and scored…for him.

  My teammates mobbed me, congratulating me, but what I really wanted was to run and jump in his arms, him kissing me hard.

  But that can’t be. I don’t think he sees me like that, despite what his tented pants are revealing. Plus, what would everyone that sees the two of us together with their own two eyes think? Plus, this is just practice, not a game and a real reason to celebrate to the extreme.

  Practice…that’s what my life has felt like looking back on it now. It’s been practice, waiting for that perfect moment to take a shot…at becoming his.

  As my teammates high-five me I look over at Myles, Coach Mason to everyone else, and smile.

  His reaction is delayed, but a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth before he looks away, kicking at the ground.

  Is he fighting this too? Does he want this just as much as I do?

  My heart races, but I’m not running anymore. This has nothing to do with the long route I just took down the field to score. This has everything to do with him.

  If Myles wants me why doesn’t he say it?

 

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