Blackmailing My Dad's Best Friend

by S. E. Law

  “Good seeing you,” I say, hugging Chastity. “You’re a great friend.”

  Renee walks Chastity out before she rushes into my arms.

  “There’s hope,” I say into her ear.

  “I miss him,” Renee cries.

  “I do too.” I rub her back, wishing I could take all of her pain away. “How about I order the baby’s favorite for dinner?”

  Renee pulls away and smiles excitedly, “Chicken chow mein?”

  I laugh at her reaction. We’ve ordered Chinese food four times in two weeks due to pregnancy cravings, and each time, Renee wants chicken chow mein.

  “Anything for you… and you,” I rub Renee’s belly as she giggles.

  The next morning, I slip out of bed early even though it’s Saturday and I want to sleep late with Renee pressed against me. After I’m dressed for the day, I leave the house as quietly as possible.

  Once I’m inside my Mustang, I take a deep breath.

  “You can do this,” I tell myself, looking in the mirror.

  Ten minutes later, I pull into Colt’s driveway. I don’t know what his schedule has been like these days, but I figure it’s too early in the day for him to show any houses. I know I should call him first, but I didn’t want to risk him hanging up on me or avoiding me.

  I ring the doorbell and wait. When I don’t hear anything, I ring the bell again. Finally, the door swings open.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Colt asks immediately after opening the door.

  “Good morning to you, too.”

  “I’m not above calling the police on you or knocking you out.”

  “Colt, can’t we just talk about it?”

  He snorts. “Do you know how hard it is to even look at you? And you want me to talk?”

  “Look, man. I know you feel betrayed… If you don’t want anything to do with me, fine. I get it. But Renee… don’t do this to her, Colt. She’s hurting. She misses her father,” I explain, and I see his eyes soften.

  “Is that what you came here to tell me?”

  “No,” I shake my head. “I wanted to ask you if you’d be the godfather to my child.”

  Colt looks at me, disgusted.

  “You want me to be the godfather to yours and Renee’s baby?”

  “You’re my best friend, no matter what.”

  Colt sighs. “You do know your child is my grandchild, right? How fucking weird is that? How can you look at Renee… and… not see that little girl?”

  “Because she’s not a little girl anymore, Colt. She’s a woman.”

  “The hell she is,” he says, gritting his teeth.

  “I’m really sorry. I mean that. Just know that I would never do anything to hurt her or force her into anything. She can go to school if she wants. I’ll stay home with the baby. I just want Renee to be happy. I love her, Colt.”

  He looks up at the ceiling and then back at me.

  “Chastity says Renee seems genuinely happy.”

  “For the most part, she is. She’s just missing the one person who has always been there for her,” I tell him.

  Colt swallows. “I can’t promise I’ll ever forgive either of you.”

  “You don’t have to forgive me. Just be part of your daughter’s life. Be part of your grandchild’s life.”

  “Tell Renee she’s always welcome here,” Colt says, his eyes softening.

  “I will. I’ll see you around, Colt,” I say with a nod before heading back to my car.

  25

  Renee

  Waking up on a Saturday morning to Kane lying next to me is one of my favorite things in life. So imagine my disappointment when I wake up alone.

  “Kane?” I call out.

  Sitting up in the bed, I reach for the robe Kane got me that says “Sexy Mama” on the back. I check my phone and see a text message from him.

  Had an errand to run. I’ll be home soon with treats.

  As if on cue, I hear the door open and Kane whistling to himself. I head downstairs and into the kitchen to see Kane unpacking corn muffins and cups of coffee.

  “Good morning, baby,” he smiles when he sees me.

  He wraps his arms around me, resting his palms on my ass before kissing me.

  “You’re in a good mood. Did you run off at the crack of dawn to see your other girlfriend?” I tease.

  “You caught me. And I felt so guilty about it that I had to bring you your favorite muffin and a decaf caramel latte,” he smirks.

  “I love you,” I say, biting my bottom lip.

  He grins. “I know.”

  “I wish you’d slept in. You had a busy work week.”

  I grab two plates from the cabinet and place them on the counter top before hopping up on a stool.

  “I had an important meeting,” he shrugs, placing a muffin on my plate.

  “At six a.m.?” I squawk.

  Kane smiles slyly, “You’re so nosey.”

  He pinches my cheek, and I smack his hand away.

  “But I guess I knew that since you go creeping around people’s bedrooms and read their journals.”

  I stick my tongue out at him, and Kane chuckles.

  “I’m so glad I’m with a mature woman.”

  “If this corn muffin wasn’t so good, I’d throw it at you,” I laugh. “You’re just trying to change the subject.”

  “Fine. I went to see your dad.”

  My eyes practically fall out of my head.

  “At six a.m. on a Saturday? You’re lucky he didn’t knock you out for that alone,” I gasp in shock before inspecting his face. “No bruises.”

  A horrible thought pops into my mind.

  “You didn’t punch him, did you?!”

  “Jesus, Rey. No! We talked. You know… like adults?”

  I cock my head to the side and fold my arms.

  “No, I don’t know. Because the last time I saw you two in the same room together, he was ready to kill you, and you were afraid I’d get caught in the middle of him killing you,” I smirk at Kane.

  “True, but your father was calmer today… and probably groggy because I woke him up,” Kane snorts. “I asked him to be the godfather of our baby.”

  My mouth drops open. “What?”

  “I know I should have asked you first, but I didn’t think you’d object. Besides, you picked the godmother and told me I could pick who I wanted for the godfather.”

  “What did Daddy say?”

  “Not much, but I can tell he still wants to be in your life. He said you were welcome back home anytime you want.”

  A smile spreads across my face, but then I realize that still doesn’t mean Kane is welcome.

  “If you’re not allowed there, I don’t want to be there,” I say firmly before taking a sip of my latte.

  Kane sighs. “He didn’t say I wasn’t welcome, but regardless, it’s still progress. Even if he never comes around for me, I want you to have him in your life. I want our child to have an incredible grandfather.”

  I nod my head, knowing Kane wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if Dad wasn’t in my life.

  “Thank you. That was very brave and admirable of you to go over there and be the bigger man.”

  “Anything for my girl,” Kane winks at me.

  He still manages to make me tingle when he winks at me and says things like that to me. I doubt that will change anytime soon. I’ve loved Kane my entire life, and I’m prepared to love him for eternity.

  Epilogue

  Kane

  One year later.

  The sweet sounds of my baby girl breathing deeply put a smile on my face. Renee and I named our daughter Carrie. She’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen with jet black hair like me and Renee’s big, brown eyes.

  Carrie loves to fall asleep on my chest. I never thought I’d be content just sitting in the dark and rocking a baby to sleep, but I’ve spent the past six months doing just that and loving every minute of it.

  Carefully, I place Carrie down in her crib with h
er favorite stuffed animal from Grandpa. Like Renee and me, Colt fell in love with Carrie the moment he saw her.

  Things aren’t back to normal between Colt and me, but we’re working on it. After Carrie was born, Colt began inviting me over for Sunday dinner with her and Renee. I have hope that Colt and I will eventually hang out on our own again, but for now, I’m being patient.

  Slowly and quietly, I make my way out of the nursery, closing the door behind me. When I walk into my bedroom, Renee’s lying on the bed with her computer in her lap. The screen illuminates her face as she chews on her lip.

  “Is she asleep?” she asks, not looking up at me.

  “Like a baby,” I chuckle, throwing my t-shirt off and pulling my pants down.

  I spread out across the bed, placing my hand under the blanket and running it up Renee’s bare thigh.

  “What are you working on?”

  She spins the laptop around to show me a logo she’s designed for a school assignment.

  “Wow, that’s really good,” I smile. “I might need you to make a new logo for Raising Kane Construction.”

  Instead of going to college, Renee is taking art and graphic design courses online. On top of hating traditional schooling, she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Carrie with a babysitter while she was at school all day.

  Renee wants to eventually open her own graphic design business, and I couldn’t be more supportive of her. I’m thrilled she will finally get to do what she loves. She’s really matured over the past year, and I fall in love with her more and more every day.

  She shuts down the laptop and puts it to the side as I continue to caress her leg. Looking over at me, she smiles seductively as she looks over my almost naked body.

  “I like the view.”

  “Do you want a closer look?” I laugh, crawling over to her and climbing on top of her.

  Renee squeals as I tackle her. Both of us get tangled in the comforter as we wrestle. She sits on my stomach and leans down to kiss me, pressing her chest to mine. As we make out, her nipples start to leak through the thin material of her nightgown. My dick hardens instantly at the sensation.

  She sits up and looks down at her breasts.

  “Shit,” she laughs. “I should pump.”

  “I’ll take care of you,” I wink at her.

  Renee immediately removes her nightgown to reveal her full, engorged breasts. As I caress her tits softly, her milk drips from her prominent nipples. I run my fingers over her areolas gently, knowing how sensitive they are, and she moans before I pull her down to me in order to suck the milk from its source.

  She moans louder now as I suck greedily at her tits, switching from one nipple to the other. Renee dry humps my cock for a few moments before reaching down between us and pulling me free from my underwear.

  She’s already soaked when she pushes my cock inside of her. Her own lubrication makes it easy for her to work her tight pussy up and down my thick cock. Fuck, she feels incredible. I don’t know how she’s still so tight after having a baby. I continue to milk her sweet tits as she milks my cock.

  “Oh God, Kane… don’t stop. I’m so close.”

  I break from her nipple to take a breath, but I continue to massage them as I thrust my hips up to meet Renee’s.

  “Ugh,” she lets out a long groan, and I immediately fasten my lips to one of her nipples again in order to prolong her orgasm.

  Her pussy walls contract around me, squeezing my orgasm out of me.

  “Shit, Renee,” I growl, letting go of her nipple and kissing her deeply. “Incredible,” I breathe out, burying my face into her chest.

  Renee cradles my head against her as we catch our breath. She rolls onto her back, and we both stare up at the ceiling as our breathing returns to normal. I swiftly reach into the nightstand next to the bed and grab a small box.

  I gently guide Renee’s face to look at me. We share a sweet kiss, and when we part, I can’t hold back anymore.

  “Marry me,” I blurt out just as she also says something.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “What?!” we both shout simultaneously.

  “You’re pregnant?” I ask, making sure I heard her correctly.

  “Did you just ask me to marry you?” Renee laughs.

  I hold up the box and open it. Taking the ring out, I grab hold of her hand.

  “Will you marry me, Renee?”

  “Of course!” she says, smothering me in a kiss as she climbs on top of me.

  I slip the ring onto her finger, and she stares at it for a moment. The look on her face is pure bliss. I run my hands up her thighs and stop at her belly. Placing my palms on her stomach, I look up at her.

  “We’re having another baby?”

  She smiles and nods. “You’re going to be a daddy again.”

  A silly grin spreads across my face at the thought of our family growing. Being an only child, I’d always wanted siblings, and I’m happy we get to give Carrie a little brother or sister.

  “You always seemed so tough, that was part of the reason I had a crush on you,” Renee says.

  “And now that you see I’m a big ole mush, you’re turned off?” I ask, grabbing onto her ass and slapping her playfully.

  “No, I’m turned on even more by you because you’re nothing but a mushy, tough guy.”

  I grin and reach out to grab my journal.

  “Did you write any new role-plays?” I ask curiously.

  Renee bites her bottom lip. “Maybe. You’ll have to read it and find out.”

  We share my journal now, with each of us writing our fantasies down before we take turns role-playing them. It definitely keeps things exciting and allows our imaginations to run wild. I love that Renee and I can trust each other with all of our wicked thoughts.

  Carrie’s cries come through on the baby monitor. Renee jumps off the bed and tosses her nightgown on. I slip my underwear on before flipping through the journal, but I’m distracted by Renee talking to Carrie through the monitor.

  “It’s okay, baby girl,” Renee says soothingly. “You want some music?”

  Renee turns on the speaker we have in the nursery. “Open Arms” by Journey starts playing, and I smile at hearing mine and Renee’s song.

  Carrie is often lulled to sleep by “Open Arms,” and it makes me happy that she shares our love for the same music.

  Immediately, Carrie’s cries come to a stop, and a soft cooing replaces them. That’s one of my favorite sounds in the world.

  “I have big news for you, Care Bear,” Renee says. “You’re going to be a big sister.”

  As if she understands, Carrie lets out a squeal. I chuckle to myself as Renee laughs happily with our daughter.

  “And it gets even better… Daddy and Mommy are getting married! What do you think about that? You can be our flower girl.”

  Renee sounds ecstatic, and that makes me the happiest man in the world. I never knew happiness like this existed, but I’m glad that it does. Thank God for Renee and her blackmailing seductress ways. I don’t think we’d be where we are today if it wasn’t for her finding my journal and using it to get her way. I love that spoiled brat.

  Making my way to the nursery, I see Renee swaying with Carrie in her arms as the music plays. I wrap my arms around my two girls and dance with them. There is no better feeling in the world than the love I feel for this amazing woman and our little girl.

  THE END

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  Mari gets a bad grade on her paper and confronts her handsome professor about it.

  My friend Jessica dressed me this morning.

  I tug on the hem of my shirt to cover my stomach, but that leaves my breasts a lot more exposed than I’m used to. I’d pull up the skirt, but it already barely covers my butt as it is. My socks are pulled up to my knees. Jessica wanted to put me in heels, too, but I drew the line at that.

  I’m already so far out of my comfort zone that I want to cry. This outfit is nothing like the jeans and t-shirt I usually wear.

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  But then I stop myself and turn around again. Jessica thinks this will help with my future grades; after all, it can’t hurt to get in good with my professor. Even if it doesn’t get me an A on the next paper, it could develop into a relationship that leads to a recommendation letter for me.

  I pause outside of the English building. The possibility of a good recommendation is enough to make me want to walk in, but it’s still hard to bring myself to enter the building. I feel ridiculous in this outfit! I look like Britney Spears in the “…Baby One More Time” video, except not as hot. I’m like a little girl playing dress up.