Forbidden Daddy (Daddy Knows Best Book 3)

by Kelly Myers

  I can’t watch her struggle anymore. I take a step toward her and cup her cheek in my hand. “I know, Cynthia, I believe you. I’m so sorry. I was just so bad that there was a chance you didn’t know how I felt about you. How I love you.”

  Cynthia freezes, and at long last her eyes snap to mine. “You do?”

  “Yes.” I lean down and brush my lips against hers. I feel her body softening, and she leans into me slightly. “I love you, Cynthia Lannon, and I want us to be together.”

  I try to deepen the kiss, but Cynthia draws away. She places her hand on my chest and leans back.

  “Wait, don’t say all that just now,” she says. “Please, don’t.”

  She turns and walks back toward the couch. I stare at her tense shoulders. She’s got something else to say. My mind runs through the possible devastating things she could tell me. She might say she doesn’t love me back. Or that she has decided to give it a try with Tommy after all. Or that it’s not worth it, she doesn’t want to be tied to some middle-aged guy as she enters medical school and moves to a city as big and exciting as New York.

  “Cynthia, what is it?” I ask. I move to the side in an attempt to see her expression.

  She bows her head, and her hair falls in front of her face.

  “I’m so scared,” she whispers.

  My heart lurches in fear. What has gotten her this shaken? I begin to panic. She’s ending it. Tonight was too much for her. My apology is too little too late.

  Cynthia turns and faces me. I can tell how much strength and willpower it takes for her to straighten her shoulders and meet my eye.

  “I found something out just now,” she says. “When I came back here, I realized something, so I confirmed it. And I know I have to tell you.”

  She pauses, and I stare at her. I’m at a total loss for words.

  Cynthia opens her mouth, then clamps it shut. Whatever she is about to say, it’s hard to get it out. I wait. At last she speaks.

  “I’m pregnant,” she says.

  The world stands perfectly still. Of all the things I thought she was going to say, I did not see this coming.

  It’s crazy and totally not part of the plan, but even so, I feel a small seed of pure joy sprout inside me. She’s pregnant. She’s clearly scared, but she’s come to me.

  And deep down, I’m happy. When I told her I wanted her in my life, they weren’t empty words. I’m prepared to build a life with her, whatever that might look like.

  “Cynthia.” I reach out and wrap her in my arms. “I’m here, ok?”

  She buries her face in my chest, and at long last, I feel her relax. She lets out a few sobs, but I can tell they’re more of an emotional release than anything else.

  “How do you feel about it?” she mumbles into my chest.

  “How I feel doesn’t matter as much as you.” I guide her to the couch and sit down with her in my lap. “Tell me everything.”

  “You do matter,” Cynthia says. “You’re the father.”

  At the word “father,” an involuntary smile twitches my mouth.

  “You’re happy about it,” she whispers.

  “My main concern is you,” I say. “This is your choice. As for my reaction, I want to build a life with you. I thought I would never want to commit to anyone again, but you’ve changed me. and I don’t want to do things halfway. I want it all with you. I know I’m older, but I’m willing to give you the time I have.”

  Cynthia throws her arms around my neck and kisses me full on the face. I move my lips across hers with hunger. We have a lot to discuss and a lot of decisions to make, but everything is much better than it was half an hour ago. We’re together, and we can figure this out as a unit.

  Cynthia pulls away and starts to spill the details. “It was that time we did it without a condom. I told you I knew my dates, but I must have miscalculated because I was so caught up in it.”

  “I shouldn’t have done it,” I say. “I should have been the responsible one.”

  “I knew you would say that,” Cynthia says. “But I’m the one who begged for it.”

  I place my hand at the nape of her neck and tip her head back so she can look at me. “This is something we should have planned and discussed. But now that’s happened, I want you to know that I support you either way.”

  Cynthia nods. She looks down to where she’s placing one hand on her stomach. I want to cry just thinking about her growing a life inside her. Something that belongs to the both of us. If not now, then later, at some point.

  “I want to keep it,” Cynthia says.

  I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “Really?”

  “I know it’s unplanned and it makes things complicated, but I love you, and this baby was created out of love,” Cynthia says. “So it feels right. And I want it.”

  I hold her to my chest as tight as I can. “This doesn’t make things complicated. It makes them simple.”

  “What do you mean?” Cynthia gives me a quizzical look.

  “You’ll start medical school in the fall,” I say. “Plenty of people have babies and families while in med school. It’ll be tough, but I’ll be there to help every step of the way. We’ll move to the city together, and I’ll find a place for the both of us.”

  Cynthia’s eyes get wider and wider with every word I speak.

  “I’ve been liking the city more these days, and I can do my work there just as well as I do it here. I’ll dial back on projects so I can help take care of the baby.” I give her a little squeeze. “We can make this work.”

  Cynthia shakes her head, and I can tell she’s in utter shock. I chuckle. This night has been a bit of a roller coaster for the both of us.

  “I’ll have to study and go to class and do all these things, all while pregnant,” she says.

  “It will be difficult, but you’ll be up to it,” I say. “And if you’re not, I’ll be here to support you. I’m not gonna let you go now, do you understand that?”

  Tears well in her eyes. “I can’t stop crying tonight.”

  “These are happy tears though, right?” I ask.

  She nods and kisses me then, her salty tears dripping onto my face. I laugh and wipe away some of the liquid from her cheeks with my thumb. Cynthia squirms in my lap until she’s straddling me, and the kisses take on a more urgent feel. She wants me, I can tell. She wants to find a release after a tumultuous night, and I’m more than happy to give her that.

  “Cynthia.” I move my lips from her lips and drag them across her neck, savoring the way she moans. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I just want you,” Cynthia says. “I want you to make me feel good.”

  I hum with anticipation and slide my hands beneath her soft pajama shirt, caressing her bare skin.

  Cynthia pulls away and gives me a wicked grin. “You owe me, after you lost your cool in the driveway.”

  “Oh, really?” move my hands to her back and draw her even closer. “I just got so angry because you were misbehaving.”

  “No, I wasn’t,” Cynthia says. “I just went to a party.”

  Her eyes go all big and innocent, and I know we’re playing now. We’ve gotten good at it the past few weeks. We’ve learned to read each other and fall seamlessly into the sexy game.

  “You were trying to forget about me.” I shake my head in mock disappointment. “You were a very bad girl to do that.”

  The tip of Cynthia’s tongue flicks as she licks her lip. “I wasn’t trying to be bad, Nate.”

  I grip her bottom in my hands and stand up. Cynthia instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. I stride to the bedroom and set her down on the bed.

  She blinks her massive blue eyes up at me.

  “I wasn’t trying to misbehave,” she says. “But you can still punish me, Daddy.”

  She rolls over onto her stomach, presenting her perfectly round behind for me. When she looks over her shoulder and meets my gaze, my erection throbs, it’s so sexy.

  I reach dow
n and grip her butt cheek. “You did apologize, so I won’t punish you that much. Just a little.”

  “Alright, Daddy.”

  I massage her once and then give her a light playful spank. Nothing too hard.

  “Let me think,” I say. “I want you to remember never to try and run away again.”

  “I won’t, Daddy,” Cytnhia gasps. “I promise, I’ll be a good girl.”

  A slow grin spreads across my face as I look down at the woman I’m going to love forever.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Cynthia

  After the emotional tornado of a night, it feels so good to just let go and feel good. And nothing makes me feel better than Nate touching me all over while I call him Daddy.

  This is our secret world, but it’s also how I know I trust and love him. Our connection started with raw sexual chemistry, and then it grew into something so much more. And soon we’ll be our own little family.

  But for now, I just want to feel close to him.

  Nate gives me another two light spanks, nothing too hard but just enough to send tingles all through me.

  Then he steps away and stands still.

  “Get off the bed,” he says.

  I roll onto my bottom and scoot off the edge of the bed.

  Nate cocks his head and gives me a sly grin. “Now, strip.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I feel myself growing more aroused by the second. Just saying the word “daddy” turns me on so much. I reach up and pull my pajama top over my head. Without hesitating, I grab my pants and push them down, along with my underwear.

  In a matter of seconds, I’m standing before Nate completely naked.

  “Very good,” he says.

  His eyes rove over my body. He knows I love it when he does that. I like to feel his admiration. It makes me feel comfortable admiring his physique as well.

  I run my fingers through my dark tresses and play with the ends that fall over my chest. I let my hand drift over the swell of my breast. Then I pause to brush my nipple with my thumb. Nate follows the movement with sharp eyes, as if he’s a hunter stalking his prey. I cup my full breast and push it upwards, squeezing every so gently.

  “Are you hard, Daddy?” I ask.

  “You know I am,” Nate says.

  I beam up at him, ridiculously pleased that I’ve learned what turns him on. I pay some attention to my other breast, fiddling with the nipple and giving it little squeezes.

  I then let my hands wander languidly about my body. I drift my fingers down over my stomach, then to my hips. I dip one finger delicately between my legs and sigh.

  “Daddy, I’m so wet for you,” I murmur.

  Nate’s face is dark with desire. I can tell he’s so close to losing control and just grabbing me himself. But he wants to keep giving me a few orders, I can tell.

  “What should I do next, Daddy?” I ask.

  “My clothes need to be removed,” Nate says. “Take them off.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I step forward and grab his shirt. I lift it up over his head. While I do so, I stand on my tiptoes and sway my hips. I’m not quite grinding against his crotch, but I’m gently brushing against his jeans.

  Nate’s hand automatically goes to my hip, and he rubs my soft skin as if he’s touching something precious, like solid gold.

  I lean forward and lick his chest. I’ve gotten much more comfortable doing little things on my own, not just what Nate tells me. Although when I’m in the mood to be completely dominated, I always follow his orders exactly.

  Tonight is freer though and more playful. Nate is grinning at me when the shirt falls to the ground. He grips my face in his hands and kisses me firmly on the mouth. Then his eyes flash with desire.

  “Get on your knees,” he whispers.

  Electric anticipation courses through me at the huskiness of his voice. I nod and lower myself, trailing my hands down his chest and firm abdomen. When my knees hit the ground, the contact sends tremors up my thighs and through my core.

  “Take off my shoes,” he says.

  I bend over his boots and start to unlace them with great care. I know it will turn him on to see me taking my time undoing each knot. Once I have one shoe loose, I pull it off. Then I take off the sock before moving to the other shoe. I slowly ease it from his foot, almost taunting him with how long I’m taking. I look up and bat my eyelashes at him. He knows exactly what I’m doing.

  When I’m done, he’s breathing heavily.

  “Anything else, Daddy?”

  “Take off my pants,” Nate says.

  I look up at him and give him a sultry smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I unbuckle his pants and pull them to the ground to reveal his firm cock. I don’t even wait for an order before I take it in my hand and stroke. Nate’s hands float to my head and he lets out a groan.

  “I love when you touch me,” he whispers.

  “I know, Daddy,” I say. “I love to touch you.”

  “Use your mouth,” he says.

  I lick my lips and smile up at him. I love to do this for him. He makes me feel so good, I like returning the favor in any way I can. He says he doesn’t like to pressure me to give him head, but I’ve told him over and over that I’m comfortable doing it, and I would feel totally ok telling him no if I wasn’t into it. I’m glad he finally believes me.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say. “I’ll be a good girl.”

  Then I take his entire cock in my mouth, running my tongue up and down the hard length as I grip his firm thighs with my hands.

  Nate starts to groan with pleasure, and I feel a burst of delight at how quickly I’m able to get a reaction from him.

  I move my hands around to his bare ass and squeeze, all while I take him deeper into my mouth until I’m practically choking on him.

  It’s too much for Nate. He lets out a cry and pushes me gently away. I stay kneeling and float gentle kisses along his cock.

  “You’re so good at that,” he murmurs. “So good.”

  I look up at him and smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  In one fluid motion, he grabs me under my arms and lifts me to my feet. He captures my mouth in his and kisses me with fervent passion. His tongue plunders my mouth as his hands rove all over my body. His lips move from my mouth down to my breast, where he sucks and flicks my nipples until they’re hard.

  Meanwhile, his hand moves between my legs and he starts to stroke. He doesn’t start out slow this time like he sometimes likes to do. The both of us have been through too much tonight to take it slow. We need swift and intense releases.

  I cry out as he finds my clit and flicks it.

  His mouth sucks at my neck. “Do you like that?”

  “Oh, yes, Daddy.”

  He flicks my clit again, and I let out a long moan at the reverberated sensations that rock through me.

  “Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me.”

  I’ve never been so desperate in my life. My body feels like it’s plummeting helplessly through time and space, and I need to reach my satisfaction. I’m practically beyond words.

  Nate pushes me back towards the bed, and I tumble onto my back. In an instant, he is spread out atop me, his hand still stroking my sopping wet pussy, and his mouth still playing with my breasts.

  He slides down my body until his mouth reaches between my legs. He doesn’t tease, he just goes straight in with fevered licking and sucking, all while plunging his fingers inside me. I scream at the sensations that rise up in my body in reaction to his attention. I can feel how passionate he is by the way he makes love to me. I know without him having to say it that this is how he wants to be for the rest of our lives. No matter what challenges come our way, we will be able to stick together because we have this powerful connection.

  As his damp tongue tugs at my swollen clit, I scream his name.

  “Nate! Oh God, Nate! Please!”

  He rears up and plunges his cock into me, hard and swift. I emit a wordless scream as he fills me and starts to move in a relentle
ss rhythm.

  He didn’t put a condom on, but of course there’s no need.

  As I begin to rise higher and higher towards my climax, I know I have to find the words. Just three of them. He needs to know.

  “I love you,” I groan. “Nate, I love you.”

  His mouth crashes down on me and his arms wrap around my back so he’s pulling me tighter against his chest. “I love you too, I’ll always love you.”

  His thrusting reaches the spot deep inside me, and he moves in such a way that he’s hitting my stimulated clitoris. I go tumbling over the edge of my climax, and all I can do is hold onto his shoulders and cry out in ecstasy. He roars as his own orgasm takes control.

  My eyes fly open as I stare up at the man I love. The man who is forever bonded to me by flesh and blood.

  My pleasure lasts for long moments, and I feel him release inside me.

  My whole body is vibrating, and I’m practically sobbing as I ride the last waves of my orgasm. Nate brushes his lips against mine once more, and he sinks his head against my neck.

  Both of us satisfied beyond belief, we lay completely still in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Thirty

  Nate

  I stay inside Cynthia for a while. I just want to feel close to her. After almost losing her tonight, I’m never going to take a single second with her for granted.

  I inhale her scent, and I remind myself once again that I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure I stay by her side for the rest of my life.

  The riotous sex felt good. We both needed to blow off some steam, and Cynthia and I have a rare physical bond. It’s important for us to enjoy it.

  Of course, I know now that our connection goes far beyond the physical. Others might judge our age gap or assume I’m only in this relationshiph to have sex with a pretty young thing, and that Cynthia is only with me for my money and stability, but we won’t care. We know what we have, so the gossip of others won’t affect us. Besides, in the city, no one will be gossipping about us. Manhattan is too big and crowded. It’s not like this small town. We’ll be just another couple.