The Daddy Dilemma: A Brother's Best Friend Enemies To Lovers Romance (Hot Daddy Book 3)

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Yes, Brandon. Yes.”

  “You... sure?”

  Not bothering with words, I reach up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. Actions speak louder than words anyway, right?

  His hands skim around my waist before coming to a stop on my arse. I jump when he goes to lift me and my legs wrap around his waist, desperate to feel more of him.

  My back presses into the hallway wall as he kisses me deeper. It’s different to any of our kisses before. It’s not rushed and full of lust. It’s thoughtful, each slow movement considered, and it’s full of emotion. He’s telling me everything he’s been keeping inside all these weeks through his kiss.

  A moan rumbles up my throat when he rocks his hips into me.

  “Shit, Brandon.”

  “You’ve no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” he mutters against the soft skin of my neck as he trails his lips down to my collarbone.

  “I- I think I do. Fuck, I need you.”

  “I so badly want to take you right here.”

  “So do it.”

  “One day. Right now, you deserve more than that.”

  He pulls me from the wall and with his lips still connected to my neck, he effortlessly carries me up the stairs and deposits me on his bed.

  I sit back on my palms as he reaches over his head and pulls his polo shirt off. My eyes feast on the inches of skin he reveals. My mouth waters to lick the lines of his abs.

  Next, his hands drop to his waistband, and his jeans and boxers drop to the floor. He’s fully hard already, the sight making my muscles clench in preparation for feeling him sliding inside me.

  Stalking over to me, he bends slightly so he can capture my lips in a knee-weakening kiss.

  “Lift up,” he mumbles as his fingers grip the bottom of my dress and pull upwards. Our lips only part long enough for the fabric to pass and then he’s back on me.

  My bra is removed and thrown over his shoulder before he crawls over me, making me lie back.

  He finds one of my nipples and pinches and pulls gently while I whimper and mewl. Skimming his hands down my side, he tucks his fingers inside my leggings and knickers and pulls them down. His lips follow their descent, sucking each nipple into his mouth and kissing down over my rounded stomach.

  “I hope you’re asleep in there. You don’t need to witness what I’m about to do to your mummy.” I want to laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation but the conviction behind his words as he talks to our baby is too endearing and I once again find myself tearing up.

  “I’m sorry. I—”

  “Don’t you dare apologise for that.” Threading my fingers into his hair, I force him to look up at me. The confession I made downstairs before we were interrupted slams into me and with his soft eyes staring up at me, I can’t help feeling even more like they were true. I really am falling in love with Brandon Weston and there’s fuck all I can do about it.

  Is he the kind of man I pictured I’d spend my life with? No.

  Is the life we’re building together one I pictured for my future? No.

  But is it everything I want? Yes. Yes, I think it is.

  “I love you, Brandon.”

  “Fuck.” He almost looks like the words that just left my mouth were painful to hear, that is until his lips curl up into a smile. “I think I love you too, Ice Queen.” He winks before continuing with his final descent and settling between my legs. “I’m sorry, bean,” he whispers before parting me and circling my clit with the tip of his tongue.

  “Oh God,” I moan when he also slips a finger inside me. This has been a long time coming and I can already feel my impending orgasm building.

  He presses deeper, bending his fingers in a way that has my back arching and my toes curling.

  “Brandon, I’m— Brandon,” I squeal as my orgasm slams into me. At no point does he stop. His tongue continues licking and his fingers thrusting inside me until he’s drawn out every drop of pleasure my release can give me. “Fuck.” My heart races, my nerves tingling as Brandon climbs back up to capture my lips. Tasting myself on him only ensures the aftershocks of my orgasm continue. He kisses me like he wants to devour me, his tongue duelling with mine, our teeth clashing as he lines himself up with my entrance.

  He grunts and sit back as he fills me to the hilt. The muscles in his neck and shoulder strain as he tries to keep himself in check.

  “Let go, Brandon. Give me everything you’re trying to hold back.”

  “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

  I go to respond but I don’t get a chance because he hits me so deep that all I can do is focus on the feeling and give myself over to him completely.

  His thrusts get harder and harder. Sweat beads his brow and he continues whispering about how much he needs me. Sex has never been like this. I’ve only ever felt like it was an act to get pleasure; never this intimate, emotion-filled experience that has tears stinging my eyes and my heart threatening to beat right out of my damn chest.

  Totally spent, Brandon falls to his side, pulling me close to him. “That was... wow.”

  “This is crazy.” I don’t mean for my thoughts to come out aloud and I hate myself the second I feel him tense beside me.

  “Don’t you want this?” The panic in his voice has me lifting myself up so I can see him properly.

  “That wasn’t meant to sound like a bad thing.” Placing my hand on his chest, I delight that my simple touch causes his eyelids to flicker. “I just meant that here we are living together, having a baby, exchanging I love you’s and we’ve not even had a date.”

  His brows draw together. “You want a date?”

  “No, that wasn’t me going a long way around asking you to take me out. I was just saying, it’s crazy.”

  “It’s most definitely crazy. A few months ago, I thought I hated you; now look at us.”

  I try to look offended by his comment, but I can’t. It seems he really has softened my ice-cold heart. “That feeling was entirely mutual, slob.”

  He’s silent for a few minutes lost in his thoughts. I fall back to the bed and allow him the time he needs.

  “Friday night. Get dressed up. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

  “Brandon, I really didn’t—”

  “Shhh... I know, but now you’ve mentioned it, I can’t think of anything other than going out with you on my arm and showing you off as mine.”

  His words cause heat to spread through my body. “That’s the only thing you can think about right now?” I trail my fingers over his chest and abs, his cock twitching and swelling at my touch.

  “You’re naked and in my bed, dinner most certainly isn’t the only thing I’m thinking about.”

  “Good because we’ve got a lot of time to waste between now and Friday.”

  I squeal and laugh as he pulls me on top of him. “Come on then, Miss Control Freak. Show me how it’s done.”

  17

  Brandon

  I’m running a little behind with my furniture orders.

  Because I’ve been taking bedroom orders from Reese instead.

  This morning I’ve left her catching up on some much-needed sleep while I get myself caught up a little. Tonight is our date night. I’ve booked InHale, which is a really swanky London restaurant owned by Kaylie’s brother Jenson. I made sure to ask for a romantic corner table.

  I feel nervous, which is ridiculous given I’m taking out the woman I’m living with.

  After getting ready that evening, I excuse myself from the house saying I need to go get something and I’ll be back to pick her up at eight. While I’m out I go to a florist and pick up a massive bouquet of flowers. Exiting the car on my return, I ring my own doorbell.

  Reese opens the door and her eyes widen. “I wondered who it could be at this time. You daft sod ringing the doorbell.”

  I produce the flowers from behind my back.

  “These are for you.”

  She puts a hand over her heart. “Wow. For me? How very romantic Mr
Weston. Would you like to come in?”

  “How very forward of you, Miss Connors. Maybe later, but for now I would very much like to take you out on a date. Would you like to come and eat dinner with me?”

  “I would. Just allow me to put the flowers in the sink in some water and I’ll be ready.”

  After waiting for her to sort out the flowers, I think about how gorgeous she looks. When she returns I tell her.

  “That dress looks beautiful on you.”

  She looks down at the red wrap dress that accentuates her curves.

  “Thank you.”

  “You look sexy as fuck. I can’t wait to peel it off you later.”

  She nudges my arm. “Stop or we’ll never get there.”

  I park in the staff car park of InHale, a favour arranged via Kaylie, and we walk inside. I take in the shiny black floors, mirrored walls, and square and rectangular dining tables with red tablecloths. I feel a little out of my depth; I’ve never frequented anywhere this fancy before. This restaurant has won awards!

  The waiter comes over to escort us to our seat. I see his name badge says Scott. He’s a good- looking guy and I see him look Reese up and down appraisingly.

  “Is the baby okay?” I blurt out at her.

  Reese looks at me strangely. “Yes, why wouldn’t it be?”

  I shrug as we follow Scott to our table. “I just wondered if the food smells might affect it. Like if you get really hungry it gets jumpy or something.” Great start to our date night, me talking absolute crap. At least Scott’s interest seems to have waned now.

  He goes to pull out Reese’s chair, but I stop him. “If I could do that please?”

  “Of course, Sir. I will just get you the drinks menu.”

  When he comes back, he opens the drinks menu and hands it to Reese. “Here are the soft drinks. There are also virgin cocktails, as in no alcohol, obviously.” He winks.

  Reese giggles. “Yes, I wouldn’t be able to have it otherwise. I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not one of those.”

  “So when are you due?”

  “I’d like a coke please.” I interrupt. “Do you know what you want to drink, darling?”

  A smirk hovers over Reese’s mouth. “Well, snookums, I’m just deciding.”

  Another member of staff with short spiky dark hair comes over. She nods and pulls the guy to one side but I can hear the venom in her voice. “What’s taking so long, Scott? We’re busy. Do you have the drinks order yet?”

  “Were you missing me, babes?”

  “Yes, I keep throwing the knives but obviously need more practice. Now the drinks order?”

  “I haven’t been able to get it yet because you interrupted.”

  “Scott! Oh my god, you’re impossible.” She stomps off.

  Scott walks back over. “Sorry about that. She’s been given several warnings about her attitude already. I’d better take your order before she stomps back over.”

  Reese orders a non-alcoholic mojito and Scott moves on.

  “That’s a bit of a dramatic start to our date, don’t you think?” Reese says, her eyes looking over at where Scott has taken the drinks order to the female bartender who is clearly shouting at him.

  “Well he was dawdling.”

  “Their sexual chemistry is off the charts hot. If they aren’t banging, they should be.”

  “Reese! Anyway, I don’t agree. She clearly hates him.”

  Reese shakes her head at me. “There’s no wonder you’ve been single for so long.”

  The bartender walks over with our drinks and sets them down. Her name badge says Suki. “My apologies for earlier. Just a small disagreement between us. It wasn’t professional and I really am terribly sorry if you heard any of our conversation.”

  “I found it quite entertaining,” Reese says. “What’s the story between you two, if you don’t mind me asking? Is he an ex?”

  Suki’s brow creases. “God, no. Eww. I wouldn’t touch him with a bargepole. He’s hideous, and probably sexually diseased.” She places a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, I am so sorry again. He’s going to be the reason I lose my job here.”

  She goes rushing off to serve other customers and Reese smiles at me. “I’m a lawyer. I can spot lies a mile off. They are so hot for each other, even if neither of them will admit it.”

  “I really don’t see it.”

  “There’s a fine line between love and hate, remember?”

  I wink at her. “Ice Queen.”

  She winks back. “Slob.”

  I lean forward and run a hand up her thigh. “Cupcake.”

  She runs her tongue around her top lip. “Snookums.”

  The meal is divine and we chat just like people would on a date. Not a first date, although that’s what this is, because over the last few weeks we’ve got to know each other better. But it’s definitely intimate. I am so captivated by this woman. I’m falling harder for her every day.

  Before I know it, we’ve paid the bill and we’re making our way back to the car.

  “Oh.” Reese says loudly and she clutches her stomach.

  Panic hits my chest like icy shards.

  “What is it?”

  She smiles. “Sorry to scare you, but it made me jump. Here.” She grabs my hand and places it on her stomach. “I felt the baby move. It’s just flutters at first so you can’t feel it, but our baby moved on our first date.” She beams. “If that’s not the best first date ever, I don’t know what is.”

  I completely agree. “It’s perfect.”

  Back in the house, I grab Reese’s hand and lead her straight up to the bedroom. She lifts up her hair so that I can unfasten the zip at the back of her dress, and I lower it before hitching the soft material off her shoulders so it pools at her feet. She stands before me in a plain black bra and cotton panties but she couldn’t look any sexier to me if she was in red lace.

  I move to my knees and trail my lips and hands over the softly rounded flesh of her stomach.

  “Do you have any idea how happy I am right now, Reese?” I kiss her tummy again, and then I put my fingers at the top of her panties and I pull them down. “And now I’m going to make you so happy you scream with joy.”

  I move her so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I sit myself between her thighs. I push her legs apart and sit back and look at her spread before me. Her perfect tits are almost bursting out of that black bra and her pink folds are glistening in front of me. I lick up her seam, tasting her essence on my tongue and she groans with pleasure.

  “More,” she begs.

  I place two fingers inside her and push them in and out while my tongue licks and my mouth sucks on her clit. She pushes her pelvis up to meet me, riding my face to get herself off.

  She’s wild and it’s not long before she’s spasming over my tongue. I lap up all of her juices and as she starts to come back down, I flip her over the end of the bed and pull her onto her knees. Entering her from behind, we’re almost feral as we take what we need from each other. Thrusting in and out I feel my balls tighten and then I’m shooting my load inside her. Placing my fingers on her clit I strum her to a second orgasm and then we collapse together onto the bed.

  When we have our breath back, Reese turns to face me.

  “Just so you know, I never normally put out on a first date,” she says, trying and failing to keep her face straight.

  It’s just so amusing, as I look down at her pregnant stomach that I snort and before I know it we’re laughing so hard tears stream down our faces.

  18

  Reese

  “You’re really hating this aren’t you?” Brandon whispers in my ear while the sonographer takes a few measurements. Thankfully it wasn’t the same lady who did our twelve-week scan and watched us bicker like kids the entire time.

  “I’m fine. I’m fine,” I say in the hope it’ll make it true. In reality I’m dying to find out if I’m growing a little girl or boy. My inner control freak is going crazy with her need to kn
ow what colour clothes we should be buying and what colour we should be painting the nursery. I know Brandon’s only trying to push me out of my comfort zone and that if I couldn’t cope he would let me have my way.

  He chuckles. “If you really need—”

  “No. I want it to be a surprise too. Everything in my life up until you had been planned within an inch of its life. It’s time for a change.” It pains me to say it, but I’m determined to break the mould. Not that I haven’t really by getting myself in this situation in the first place.

  “Okay.” Brandon squeezes my hand and stares into my eyes. The love I find staring back at me has my eyes burning.

  “Everything is looking really good.” The sonographer turns the screen and point a few things out on our little bean who is now resembling an actual person. I can make out all its limbs. My eyes lock on the screen and I never want to leave. “That’s my baby.”

  “That’s our baby,” Brandon echoes sounding equally as emotional. I want to glance over at him and experience the look of awe that I know will be on his face, but I can’t drag my eyes away from our little person. It’s mind-blowing. That perfect little thing is growing in my belly right now.

  “Baby’s kicking. Can you feel that, Reese?”

  “I can.” I barely manage to get the words out through the lump in my throat. “They’re saying hello.”

  “Would you like to know the sex?”

  “No, we’d like it to be a surprise.” The words are off my tongue before I even have a chance to register my brain telling me that it’s the right thing to do.

  “Are you sure? You probably won’t get another chance to find out now if you regret it.”

  “I won’t regret it. As long as I know he or she is okay in there then I’m all good.”

  Brandon’s soft lips press to my temple but my eyes stay locked on the screen. Another twenty weeks and we’ll be able to see what our baby really looks like.

  I’m still staring at the scan pictures long after we leave the hospital. “It’s just so incredible what our bodies are capable of, don’t you think?”