Next Door Daddy

 

Chapter 1: Grant

 

Her whiskey-colored curls bounced with each thrust as I buried my cock deep inside her. We’d barely made it out of the car and into my house before she’d unsheathed it from my pants and stroked it to the proud tool I couldn’t wait to use on her.

Not that she was special, no. Any willing, discreet woman would do, but she had made a habit of pursuing me and for the moment I was too interested in a release to tell her to fuck off.

Sylvie turned her head and looked up from the couch where I’d bent her over and hiked up her tight skirt. “Don’t you want me your bedroom, tonight?”

I slowed my pace and furrowed my brow. She’d been eager each time to make it to my bedroom like it was property she needed in Monopoly. Too bad for her, I roll the dice and I had no interest in taking that ride on her train. “No, but I have plenty of guest beds if you’re interested.”

She giggled and clenched her tight walls around my throbbing erection. “You can have me wherever you want.”

I glared down my nose at her and smiled. “Then I’ll try and be creative.”

Even if I considered myself a sex addict, and recognized my problem, I still had standards for myself and respect for my late wife. I’d never taken any of the women I used to get my fix to our mated bed. Not that I still felt married, no. In fact it truly was till death do us part. I’d see her again someday, and I’d always love her, but none of these women were worthy of their backs touching the same cloth she died on.

Maybe it was morbid of me to keep the same bed. Most people would have gotten another and being that I’m a billionaire and money’s no object, I could certainly afford it. But we’d spent the last days of her life hunkered down in that foxhole together waiting for the last leg of the battle to end us both. And it did. When her lovely soul departed to the great beyond, it took part of me with her, leaving nothing but a great big black hole that I’d chosen to fill with sex.

I cleared my mind of the memories and focused on the back of Sylvie’s head. Those bouncy curls had stilled and so had I, but I wasn’t finished. Not even the memory of all that pain could kill my hard on. It was as if the last year of my forties was out to prove that age really was a number and Grant Roberts was as virile as ever.

I slowly slid out of her and she turned around to wrap herself closer. Her long nimble fingers working the buttons of my shirt until she swept it back off my shoulders. I stepped away from her long enough to drop my pants to the floor. She lost her threads too and then rubbed herself eagerly against my cock as I led her to the veranda and lay her back across my breakfast table.

Dipping down between her legs I stroked and lapped at her soft velvet folds, my tongue slipping in between them flicking at her clit and then I nibbled there with the soft brush of my teeth. Her body reacted beneath me, and she giggled as her fingers twined in my hair. I did some finger play of my own and rubbed her tight star. She stopped her silly giggling and a moan many octaves lower escaped her. I’d found a sweet spot and not for the first time.

I stood over her and lowered myself to her mouth, still pressing on the spot she loved best. “Is it ready for me?”

“I’m not sure.” She ducked her chin away from me.

“That’d be a no, then.” We’d had this conversation the last time. She’d all but begged me to take her ass, but I wasn’t about hurting anyone and she wasn’t ready for it. I’d found that out last time and I wasn’t the type that got off on fucking someone to tears, especially when I knew they were tears of pain.

Her gaze slid up my body as I pulled back and she pouted her lips. “I want it.”

I searched her eyes. “If that were true, you’d have trained it.”

She frowned and tugged at my shoulders. “Please. You know I like to be fucked hard. I want it rough.”

A growl of frustration escaped from my throat and I turned her around and held both of her slender wrists and put her face-down on the table. She panted and whispered, “Please.”

I wasn’t sure what kind of fantasy she was living, but I knew better than to do anything that would hurt her, but if she wanted rough, I’d give her rough. In one hard thrust I was back inside of her soaking wet channel and as I hit home a scream erupted from her throat followed by another giggle when she realized I’d tricked her. She should have known better.

I didn’t stop pounding and she didn’t complain. She fell limp against the table as I worked her steady, my pelvis thrusting so hard against her it clapped. I snaked my other arm down around her flat tummy and raised her up, shifting us in another direction as I considered taking her to the railing.

It was then that something caught my eye. The neighbor’s upstairs light was on and in the window stood a shadowed figure. I hadn’t been aware we had an audience and my cock responded with a twitch of pride. I gazed up struggling to see, but the backlit shadow made it impossible. The person must have realized I saw them because they quickly stepped away and the light went out a moment later.

I’d made my fortune on real estate and had even known that house had been on the market, but my daughter, whose responsibility it was to inform me of a buyer, had failed to mention my new neighbor would be moving in so soon. All I’d been told was that the place had sold to a single woman. My only hope now was they liked a good show too.

Maybe I should feel embarrassed or ashamed but that wasn’t in my chemistry. I couldn’t care less and to prove it I thrusted even harder into Sylvie until her walls constricted to milk me. Moments later my own release poured.

I pulled out and slapped her ass playfully. She giggled and then turned to wrap her arms around me. “Next time I’ll be ready.”

I smiled knowing there probably wouldn’t be a next time. She was getting too close to me. That wasn’t the nature of things in our club. We were supposed to switch it up so no one formed attachments and she knew it better than anyone. She’d almost been asked to leave the group already. I slid the condom off and threw it in the closest bin. Then I turned to meet her eyes. “You know this is the third time in a row.”

Her back stiffened and she turned her gaze away from me. “If we both like it, what does it matter? We could keep it away from the group, go our own way and do our own thing?”

“We’ve done that by coming to my house twice now after hours. I don’t make the rules and we all agreed to them.” Our game was tricky business, especially for someone like me. We were part of a private circle where loyalty and discretion was everything and her behavior was toxic.

“Fine, just don’t stop seeing me, okay?”

The tone of desperation didn’t go unnoticed and it was such a shame. She knew I had no choice but to cool her down. “After some time has passed, we’ll be together again.”

“Is there someone else you’re interested in?” Her tone was sharp and her eyes had gone wild and feral.

“We’re all tools for the other, no one better—

“I know, I know the stupid rules, but they were made to be broken, Grant. I can feel the passion between us, can’t you? There’s emotion there. It’s more than a release. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

“It’s sex and nothing more than it is with anyone else, Sylvie. I’m sorry you’re confused and I don’t want to hurt you. You know that about me.”

“I know which is what makes you special above the others. You’re not dead like them. You’re warm and passionate and—

“It’s time you go. I’ll have my driver take you home.”

She lowered her chin and sniffled as she wrapped her arms around herself and we stepped inside to fetch her clothes from the floor.

I dressed enough to walk her to the door minutes later when my driver pulled the car around. She didn’t have anything more to say and she knew that I’d have no choice to turn her in. Emotions like hers couldn’t compromise our group and this wasn’t the first time she’d shown an attachment to me or others. I should have seen the signs months ago, but figured she could handle herself. Everyone knew she’d fallen for Charles, but since he’d left the group after a moving away, no one had thought she’d make the same mistake twice. Besides, most liked that she had no limits. She was a fuck machine, bendable and pliable enough to bruise but not break.

Turns out I was a big softy and a pushover to boot. “I’ll consider a reprieve, but I’ll make no promises.”

She lifted her chin and then gave me a curt nod and then I watched her being driven away.

I hated that a part of me felt responsible even though she knew what she was signing up for. I returned to the house and showered before climbing into my bed for the night.

Chapter 2: Katie

 

The covers had tangled around my legs as I tossed and turned in bed. I couldn’t help but be a little frazzled by what I saw. Truth was, not even being a sex therapist excluded me from being turned on and it didn’t give me conscience enough to look away when someone was providing a tantalizing display on their veranda. I wasn’t sure which of them lived next door, but there was no mistaking I knew one of them well.

The fact that he was my best friend’s father was the only reason I didn’t have my hand in my panties curing the burning ache of lust pulsing between my legs. It had been there since the moment I saw what was going on. Instead I tossed and turned in the sheets wondering if he recognized me too.

What was he thinking bringing his girlfriend outside in front of God and anyone? Okay, that was a little exaggeration, but he had to know that I’d moved in. Surely he thought there was the possibility that someone could see. But that had probably been the point all along, an exhibitionist looking for a voyeur. Well he found one. I watched as long as I could and even though I felt naughty about it, I couldn’t look away. It had been like a train wreck; the curiosity of what I’d see next kept my eyes glued to her face. The way her mouth hung open, her face totally relaxed one moment, pinched in ecstasy the next. I couldn’t help but be a little envious of her.

It isn’t like it was my fault anyway. I hadn’t been able to sleep in the new home, with the new sounds and the new sheets I’d bought for my bed. I should have washed them first and then I wouldn’t be feeling every inch of them like a net pinning me to the mattress.

It was the noise that woke me. The sound of a woman screaming in this quiet upscale neighborhood is not something you expect to hear and since there isn’t much of a barrier between the side of my house and his open veranda, the sound travels and the view is, well, it was surely an eyeful.

I’d gone to my window and gazed down to see his powerful shoulders as he leaned over her, the thrust of his hips as he pounded and ground himself into her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. His bare ass tight and round and the sexy indentions on each side as he thrusted, made me wish it was my heels biting into them to urge him closer.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes tighter as I let my hand quench my need and it only took seconds to feel my release tremble through me, pulsing and clenching in sweet mercy. I might have felt a tiny ounce of disbelief that I’d been so affected, and especially by Mr. Roberts of all people, but I had always found him attractive. Sure he was my best friend’s dad, but he had always been gorgeous, looking at least ten years younger than he should have and staying lean and fit like he’d never missed a day at the gym. But then, so did Halle, his daughter. Good genes for sure. I had met her in college when we roomed together in an apartment. She’d taken on a roommate just to have company and even though I was almost two years older, we’d hit off immediately.

She’d been the party girl, always getting us into some crazy situation, but I had always been the level-head one, to the point she’d given me nickname Mother May-I. She had always been the risk taker between the two of us, the extrovert who could charm an entire crowd and sell anything to anyone. I guess it came easy when your father was a billionaire.

I didn’t have a father, or at least one that I’d ever known and my mother had left me to be raised by an aging great aunt who’d died while I was in my second year of college. She’d been pretty well off, so I’d used my inheritance for tuition to a better school. I had always managed my money better than most adults and now I was seeing the rewards of that.

Compared to Halle Roberts, I’d been the introvert, preferring to stay home most nights and study. I wanted to help families, something I’d never had, in hopes that it would make people better somehow, so no one had to deal with the childhood I’d had.

So, as it turned out, she’d gone into the family business which helped me secure my new house where I hoped to continue my career as a family and marriage counselor, and the more recent title of sex therapist.

The clinic where I worked had too much drama and ironically enough someone’s personal relationship had made the environment unprofessional. That’s when I decided to buy a bigger house and work right out of it. And wouldn’t you know, my best friend Halle had just the place and it was apparently right next door to her father or his girlfriend.

After the waves of pleasure stopped rolling through me I heard a car drive away and wondered which one of them left. I turned over and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep, but couldn’t get his face out of my mind. He knew he was being watched. He’d liked putting on the show. He pumped his hips and stared right through me, and that gaze was going to haunt me through the night, that and the fact that the whole time I watched, I wished she were me. Even after I realized who was servicing her. And maybe even more.

I couldn’t believe what was going through my head. I hadn’t been around Mr. Roberts very often, but Halle had welcomed me to go along on a few vacations, but it wasn’t like we hung around her parents much. Then I remembered the one time we going to go zip-lining. Mr. Roberts had paid quite a bit for us to be able to go, only to have me chicken out as soon as I was harnessed. I was all I had left in the world aside from Halle, and I wasn’t one to court danger. He’d promised I’d be okay, but risking so much at only nineteen years of age, I couldn’t do it. I remembered the disappointment on his face when I gave up, but he didn’t push me. He helped me out of my harness and then strapped Halle in and told me I could shuttle to the other side with her mother. Mrs. Roberts wasn’t going either because she was too frail from her chemo. He’d sent Halle on her way and I watched my friend screaming for her life, my heart in my throat as the only person I had in the world sailed over a great valley. Her mother gripped my shoulder and we shared a nervous smile as Mr. Roberts harnessed himself in and shot across after her. I couldn’t help but think of how amazing and brave they all were.

Mrs. Roberts had passed away two years ago, and it seems as if her husband has wasted no time moving on. I wondered how he’d dealt with the loss and wondered if what I saw was his own personal therapy. There was intent in every thrust, as if he had a more deliberate purpose than obtaining release alone. But then, that was probably just the therapist in me.

I thought about Halle and decided I’d imposed my thoughts and opinions on her father enough for the night. I’d call her in the morning and I vowed then and there that I’d never say a word to her about what I witnessed. Perhaps suggesting a privacy fence would be better, but then part of me wondered if that would be the last show I’d see from my window.

Chapter 3: Grant

 

I sipped my coffee on the veranda and read through my messages in my phone. I missed the days of folded newspapers and the smell of fresh newsprint, but the local service had stopped delivering a year ago.

My daughter called out behind me and I turned to wave her out. “Are you having breakfast still?” My doting daughter, Halle was as beautiful as her mother had been, with the same wide blue eyes and peaches and cream complexion. Add that to her blond hair and waifish figure and all I had to do to see my wife was look at her.

“I’m finishing up.” I pushed the saucer of burnt toast and butter away and then took a sip from my mug.

“Oh, Daddy, why are you eating that blackened mess again.” She scowled at my toast and I smiled. Her mother had always done the same and neither could understand the way I liked my toast a bit darker than normal.

“I’m fine, besides, you know I don’t have the cook in on weekends.” I gave her a peck on the cheek as she leaned in then she tossed her large handbag on the table and raised her sunglasses to her forehead.

“I could cook you something, Daddy. I know how.” She lifted her chin and then plopped down in the chair beside me.

I gestured to the house next door. “I see the new neighbor moved in early. It would have been nice for a head’s up.”

She clapped her hands and wiggled in her seat flashing me a warm smile. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

It was a surprise all right. “You’re not trying to play match maker again are you? That didn’t go over so well the last time if you remember correctly.”

“No, Daddy.” She placed her hand on my wrist. “It’s Katie!”

I blinked twice remembering the shadow in the window. It couldn’t have been Katie from college. “Your best friend? That Katie?” I hoped the girl wouldn’t run her mouth about what she saw, but then again, maybe she would be too embarrassed.

“Yes! Isn’t it exciting? She’s going to be doing her private practice from the front office just like Dr. Peters used to.” Halle seemed real pleased with herself as she dug in her purse.

“Yeah, what kind of practice does Katie do again?”

“Jesus Daddy, do you ever listen? I’ve told you thirty times she’s a therapist.” I guess she had told me, but I didn’t think too much about Katie. I’d only met her maybe three times, though my daughter talked about her like they were joined at the hip. I remembered her well enough though. She had been a gorgeous young thing, the kind that might be my type if she weren’t my daughter’s friend and maybe a few, make that five, years older. We’d brought her along on our last trip to our summer home on the island. “I can’t keep up with you and your friends.”

“Katie isn’t just any old friend, Daddy. She’s my best friend and she’s always been like family to me. When she called needing a house I knew that Dr. Peters’ old place would be perfect. Plus, when I come to see you, I can see her too. We’ve not gotten to hang out as often since college.”

“That’s what happens, Halle. People grow up and move on with their careers and their own lives.”

“Not me and Katie. We’re going to be friends until the end.”

“At least until one of you are married. How’s that boyfriend of yours, what’s his name?” I knew she had to be seeing someone, but I could never get her to tell me who.

“For the last time, I’m not seeing anyone.” She cut her gaze to me and smirked.

Laughter belted from my throat. “That’s not the most convincing face.”

“We were talking about Katie, remember.”

“Still?” I drank my last sip of coffee and placed the mug away from me.

“Yes, I’m about to go over and see her. You’re welcome to come along and meet her again. I know it’s been years. You should really try and be neighborly. I’d love for her to come to our dinners on Mondays. She doesn’t have any family of her own.”

“I can’t today. I’ve got a meeting with a nine iron in half an hour.”

She gave me a sideward glance. “Daddy, you’ve gotten where you hang out at the club more than a retired person.”

“I may as well be retired. It’s not like I do much more than take phone calls and host business meetings these days. Besides, I’ll be fifty my next birthday. I’m an old man.” I flashed a wink.

“You’re being silly. You don’t do much more with the business because you don’t have to and you don’t want to. Personally I’m worried about you.” The concern showed in the set of her brow and the pout of her lip.

“I’m fine, honey. I promise. I’m keeping busy in my own ways.” I’d never be able to tell her exactly which ways. I stood and stroked her hair, brushing a loose strand of it from her face. “Go on and have a good visit with Katie. I’ll see her another time.”

“Fine! Have fun.” She shoved her things back into her bag and then headed into the house and I followed. She’d stopped in the hallway to text and I went around her to fetch my clubs.

I had to make it believable, and besides, it wasn’t like I wouldn’t hit the links eventually. Maybe after I have my balls polished.

She was still there when I headed out and I wondered what had been so important that she couldn’t put it off until after she saw Katie.

I made the short trip to the club and headed to the restaurant where my friend waited out front.

Mila’s brow furrowed as she slid across my soft leather seat. “You’re late. I only have like twenty minutes before I have to clock in.” Her hand snaked up my thigh and rubbed my stiff cock through my pants as she licked her lips.

“We can raincheck for—

My zipper came down as the words flew from her lips “No.” She leaned in closer, stroking my shaft and kneading her long fingers against my sac. “I’ll be quick.”

“You’re eager.” Her attitude almost made me laugh, but then her mouth found its target and she went to work.

I brushed her hair back she lifted her eyes to mine as she wrapped her sweet mouth around my head and sucked it with one long hard pull. Pleasure punched through my balls and I hardened even more in her mouth. She moaned as if it tasted like ambrosia and I worked my hand around and slipped my finger into her panties. Her mouth vibrated as she responded with a growl of pleasure and a twitch in my cock sent the first leak of precum into her mouth.

That only made her work me faster and she wrapped her hand around my cock to milk another taste. She worked it like a pro and I was getting so spoiled from our little hookups. She had an oral fixation I could appreciate and it fed right into my needs.

She removed her hand and sucked in a long breath, her throat expanding to swallow more of my thick erection and like no one else ever had she took me all the way to my balls, her tongue snaking out and tickling them. I rode out the pleasure a while longer, finger-banging her nice and steady to keep her purring. Keeping an eye on the time, I edged until the last possible minute and then tensed as my nut busted in her throat. She moaned and suckled like a thirsty slut until she got every last drop. She pulled away, still swallowing the last of my load and then kissed my mouth playfully.

“Come by again later if you want. I get off at five.” She sat back and straightened her panties.

“I’ll try, but no promises.” I never made her any promises, and I knew I wasn’t the only man she was seeing.

I decided since Halle had shown up the house and was probably still lurking around that I might actually need to play a round of golf, so I pulled into the main parking lot after dropping Mila back off up front and grabbed my clubs.

I thought about Sylvie from the group and wondered why she couldn’t be more like Mila; free and easy going, and eager to play along with nothing but her own pleasure as a payoff. I’m sure Sylvie had started out that way, with good intentions, and there was no saying that Mila wouldn’t change her game eventually too, but the other girl had put me in a bad spot the other night. I still wasn’t sure if I was going to turn her in or not. The whole group thing was starting to be a turnoff and that was a bad thing for a guy like me.

Chapter 4: Katie

 

 

Living alone with no family makes for an awful lonely time unpacking, but then, it also means there isn’t too much to unpack. I had only gotten through my fifth box in the kitchen when I realized the cabinets would have to be empty when I had them re-stained later the following week. So instead of unpacking I’d started the re-packing process when Halle knocked on my back door.

I threw open the door and she rushed me for a hug. “Oh wow, you’re doing this all by yourself?” Halle broke away and went the first box she saw and started pulling things out while I shut the door.

I spun around to find her working on the items I’d just unpacked and repacked. “Wait. Not that one.” I hurried over and took the stuff and put it back in the box.

“Sorry.” She held her hands up and stepped back from it like it might explode.

“No problem. I was working in here when I remembered the man’s coming to do my cabinets next week. I’ll have to wait to set this room up later.” I was so excited to be getting the kitchen done to my tastes. It had always been a dream of mine to have a big kitchen. I loved cooking and creating fun, colorful recipes.

“I’m so excited for you. I knew you’d love this house.” She gave a tiny squeal and lifted her shoulders.

“About the neighbor,” I gestured to direction of her father’s home. “Is it a man or a woman?”

She stiffened and her smile faded. “Did you see a woman?”

Her suspicious tone had me taken aback. “No, I was only wondering.” I didn’t want to spill any of her father’s private details.

She put a hand on her chest and took a deep breath. “Oh I thought you saw a woman over there. That’s my dad’s house.”

Her mother had been gone for an acceptable amount of time for her dad to start dating, but I wasn’t going to try and explain that to her now, not with the look of shock and the green tint still fading from her skin. “Your dad, huh? You should have told me. How nice I get to be neighbors with him.”

“I know, right? I get to have my two favorite people in the whole world right here so close. Right where I can look out for you both.”

I stifled a giggle. “And you called me Mother May-I.”

“Oh you’re still like an old lady. Take this rug for instance.” She glared down to the rug that was left by the previous home owner.

“Hey, I take no responsibility for that rug. It came with the house.”

She curled her nose and did another glance. “Sorry, I guess that’s on me too. I thought I took out all the ugly stuff.”

“Well, I kind of like it, so I think I’m going to keep my ugly rug. Besides, I don’t have another one. Do you have any idea how much a new rug would cost for a room that size?” Of course she didn’t. She wasn’t used to being completely on her own.

“You know better. If I needed a new rug I’d go steal one of Daddy’s. He wouldn’t care and he’d buy a new one. I can go over and see if he’s got one if you want.” She gestured a thumb in his direction.

“No, that’s okay.” I couldn’t imagine the things he’d done on his rug after seeing what he’d done to his patio table.

“Offer stands. He’ll never miss it and if he does, he can come over and see it any time he wants.” She didn’t miss a beat as she strolled into the next room. “This room is my favorite.” She called from my new office. “Your patients are going to love it.”

“I prefer to call them clients. The word patients makes them seem crazy.”

She stopped and thought for a moment and then her eyes widened. “Are some of them crazy? Like really insane or something? You really should make sure your alarm is kept in tip top shape and I’d add a few security cameras.

I thought about the security cameras I did have and what I might have captured on at least one of them. “That’s a good idea. You can never be too careful, but I don’t like to think of them as crazy. I usually don’t deal with anyone too out there. Though I admit that some of the sexual deviants I’ve met are a bit interesting, most of my personal clients are as average as anyone else.”

“Deviants?” Her eyes widened as she smiled. “What kind of things do they do?”

“Lots of various things that you probably don’t want to think about, so I’ll spare you the details.”

“Well, that’s no fun.” Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she headed into another room and after a moment of quiet she stepped back in earshot. “This house is amazing. I should have bought it myself.”

“Why didn’t you?” I smiled and waited for the answer I predicted.

“Because my father lives next door.” Yeah, that was the one. But suddenly her mood seemed to change as she asked the next question. “Do you treat other types of sex addicts or only people with crazy issues?”

“I’m first and foremost a family and marriage counselor, though I do normal sex therapy, yes. Any particular reason you ask?” Maybe she was having an issue of her own she didn’t want to talk about.

“Not at all.” She glanced around the room. “Is there anything else I can do for you as your realtor extraordinaire and best friend?”

“You could ask your father about planting some trees between our houses. It might keep the noise level down for both of us and add a bit more privacy.” I hoped the suggestion wouldn’t hint to anything, but I’d appreciate her asking instead of me. If I had to ask, he’d know why and I’d rather not have to look him in the face.

“That sounds like a good idea. I’m sure he’d foot the bill too.” She smiled and took out her cell phone.

I shook my head and held up a hand to protest. “No, I didn’t mean he’d have to pay. I was just thinking since our houses are so close there, he might not want trees planted. I’d like to make sure it’s okay, but I’d pay for it.”

“Nonsense, consider it a housewarming gift.” She waved her hand like she was the one with the billions. But I guess in a sense, it wasn’t like she didn’t work hard for her father and she was his sole heir. I still always felt strange when she suggested using his money for anything. She reached out and took my hand. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“When are you going to start seeing patients…clients.” She amended herself with a giggle and I pointed across the room to a stack of boxes.

“As soon as I unpack those. They have all my files from work.” I hated to think about how ugly leaving my last job had been and the emotion of it must have shown in my expression.

Halle put her hand on my arm. “Got ugly didn’t it? What happened?”

“Yeah, you know I’m not cut out for drama. My boss started seeing one of the other women counselors. They were both married and then their others found out. Not a great scene to blow up in the office in front of other clients.”

She crinkled her nose. “I can imagine.” She glanced around once more. “At least you’re off to a good start. I’m assuming you built your own client base?”

“I have. I should be good. They are all as excited about the new location as I was which came as a surprise. They are great people.” I did have some amazing clients. “I expect that I’ll be in business at the start of next week.”

“Speaking of the start of the week, I’d love for you to come over and meet my dad. We have dinner each Monday and you’re always welcome to join us. His chef is amazing so you don’t want to miss it.”

The invite came as a surprise and my cheeks reddened remembering him thrusting against the outdoor table, his muscular ass tightening with each pump as her heels dug in. “Sure, I’d love to.”

“Awesome, I’ll call and remind you. I know how you get so busy you forget to eat.” She did know me too well, but I had a feeling I would be anticipating the meet and greet.

Chapter 5: Grant

 

Halle’s ringtone sounded so I shut off the shower and stepped out as steam billowed around me. I wrapped a towel around my waist as the air chilled the droplets on my skin. I didn’t make it to my phone in time, so I left it on the counter of the bathroom and found my robe. Halle could at least until after I was dry and my facial hair was in check. I’d learned keeping a permanent stubble was best for me and spent less time grooming that look than I should have. I wasn’t the metro type, but wanted to be desirable. It helped with my cravings and I’d never had any complaints.

Halle had only waited five minutes before her tone sounded again and this time I put her on speaker and said hello.

She greeted me with a huff. “Where have you been?”

Since I’d only spoken with her an hour before I assumed she’d only meant since. “I had to wash the stink of the day off me.”

She huffed again. “Like you’ve ever sweated a day of my life outside a gym, I was referring to yesterday when you said you’d been at the club.”

“I was at the club.” My back stiffened at her tone. “What is this about?”

“I was told you weren’t on the greens when I called the clubhouse.”

“Are you checking up on me now? Isn’t this recent role reversal getting a little old?” My daughter had taken to asking strange questions of my whereabouts for the past few months.

“Daddy, I’m worried about you. You aren’t in the office and you aren’t spending as much time on the green as you say you are. I want to know where you’re spending your time. You can talk to me.” Her voice was pleading, but this was one conversation I wouldn’t get into with her. Not the truth anyway.

I walked to the bedroom and sat on the bed. “I’m a grown man, Halle. I’m your father and I don’t have to check in with you or tell you where I’ve been.”

“Are you seeing someone?” The break in her voice made me image the expression on her face as if I could see those concerned blue eyes right in front of me.

“It’s nothing like that. I have a few companions I like to visit but it’s nothing serious.” It was time to turn things on her. “Are you afraid I’ll replace your mother?”

“No daddy. It’s been two years now and I’m hoping you’ll settle down a bit. But with a nice woman, not some gold digger.”

“I can assure you I’d know if someone was only using me for my money.” She didn’t need to know what they were using me for.

“People talk, Daddy.”

“Are people talking to you about me? Is that what this is all about? Perhaps if you tell me what they’re saying I can resolve the issue.” I’d asked her this before only to be faced with denial and from the silence on the other end I didn’t think she was going to enlighten me further on the possibility.

Her long breath sounded through the phone. “Daddy, if I suggested something would be open about it?”

“I like to think I’m a man with an open mind. Your mother always seemed to think so anyway.”

A half-hearted giggle escaped her throat. “She asked me to look out for you, you know.”

The words were like an arrow to my heart, killing all of the frustration and annoyance that had built up since I’d answered the phone. That was my girl, always making me break weak. “I know, as she did the same to me about you.”

“I want you to see a counselor. Someone who will listen to you and help you work out any issues.” The words spilled from her lips like that would keep me from refusing.

I raked my fingers through my hair and then scrubbed my face with my palm. I didn’t like the idea of counselors or therapy, but Halle knew I’d walk through fire for her. I’d always given her anything she’d asked for and I didn’t see any good reason to change that now. “I’ll consider it.”

“Daddy,” I closed my eyes and could see my daughter’s pleading face. “Let me make arrangements for you for one session. If you hate it, you can stop at any time. Please.”

“One session and I’ll take it a session at a time after that. No promises. Make the appointment for me and I’ll show up.” The squeal through the phone pierced my ear and I told her I loved her and hung up the phone before she could talk me into anything else.

Aside from the counseling thing, something else weighed on me. Someone was telling my daughter things about me. I thought through my list of companions and couldn’t think of a single connection. I refused to date young women her age, and I never dated any of her friends. The only person who could have said anything was Katie, and the only thing she’d seen was the episode on the veranda. I wasn’t convinced it was her. Things had been strange long before she moved in.

Mila from the golf course, the sweet thing with the oral fixation was a good six years older than my Halle and well below our class to be friends with her. Not that I’d ever felt we were better than anyone, but I didn’t think Mila had been to any private schools or colleges other than maybe a frat party or two in her day.

Then there were the women in the group; five in all and each with a special hunger and all in the same boat as me where discretion was everything. The only problem I’d had with any of them had been Sylvie, but she was only confused. Discretion meant everything to her considering her wealth and who her father was.

Other than that, I’d had a few one-nighters here and there, all willing and eager, but nothing I was interested in repeating. I couldn’t imagine anyone running their mouth to my daughter other than Katie, but I’d imagined she’d been so embarrassed she’d probably kept it to herself.

I wondered what her reaction had been. Given the length of time she’d watched, even after I stared up at her, she hadn’t been too repulsed by what she saw. I wondered how long she’d watched before that and if seeing me the act had turned her on. I remembered my cock twitching in response and wondered if her pussy had tingled. Too bad she was off-limits. Halle would never forgive me, which is why I made myself behave more often than not.

I’d had several younger women pursue me, but I’d always steered them away with a polite decline. It wasn’t that I couldn’t imagine myself fucking them, there was no problem with that, and since they were all of legal age, there was nothing much deviant about it, but I didn’t need anyone going to my daughter with anything.

The last who’d shown interest had been a girl named Willa who was more than willing with her bag of toys and daddy issues. She’d tried to seduce me with gadgets, but I’d never been much for that. The only tools I needed came attached. She was an interior designer and had started specializing in sex romp rooms. I had bought a few pieces of sex furniture from her catalog as well as some straps and cuffs. I hadn’t seen her in months, but the girl seemed to be level-headed about rejection.

I’d have to be more careful and make sure that Halle didn’t find out about my habits. I’d thought I’d done a pretty good job so far, but maybe she didn’t know anything and I was being paranoid. I’d go to this appointment and hope that she finds a therapist that wasn’t a quack or worse, someone she was dating. The last thing I needed was some asshole analyzing me to get in my daughter’s pants.

The thought that there were men out there like me with twisted fixations who she might fall prey to, had always scared me.

I placed the phone on my bed and scrubbed my face with my hands again. I’d dried enough to slip into some joggers and a clean t-shirt and with any luck I’d get to sleep without any more worry about my daughters concerns for me.

I buried my face into my pillow and reached my hand over to my wife’s side of the bed. I still did it knowing I’d never touch her again, but somehow the gesture made me feel close to her. Before the pain could take me, I took a deep breath, pulled my hand away and thought about Katie being right next door. I wondered if she’d stepped in front of that window since hoping to catch a peek. Somehow the idea of that piqued my interest.

Chapter 6: Katie

 

“Thanks again, Ms. Collins. I’ll try what you told me.” My last client of the day walked out the door and down the narrow path beside my home to where his car was parked and I waved from the door until Halle approached from her dad’s.

“Hey you, are you keeping a secret romance I should know about?” She gestured to the car as it slowly drove away.

I gave her a scolding glance. “That’s my client.”

“No wonder you wanted to host your sessions from home. He’s a total hottie. Nice car too.” She walked past me and into the foyer stopping just outside my office door.

“I don’t date clients.” I swept my arm and waved her to the kitchen. “Would you like to have a drink?” I entered the room behind her and she took a seat at the large island in my kitchen.

“Yes please.” She waited as I poured two glasses of bourbon.

I didn’t waste time throwing mine back and she gave me a wide-eyed look as I shrugged. “I needed that. Long day.”

“You know, I might need to talk to you in your office.” She tapped her long fingernail against the rim of the glass.

“Is everything all right? I figured you came to remind me about dinner, but if things have changed I can always order out.” I searched her eyes which met my own.

“No, dinner’s on. It’s just well, I hate to mention this before we go over. The last thing I want is for dinner to be awkward, but I told him I’d try to make arrangements.” I didn’t understand what she was saying and shrugged to show it. “I’d like you to counsel my dad.”

I hadn’t expected that and my eyes widened as it sank in. “Are you sure you’d want me to do that? I can always recommend someone else. What’s the problem?”

“He hasn’t sought out any type of counseling since mom died, and I really think he could use someone to talk to. With Dad’s reputation and wealth, it’s best he use someone we could trust. I was hoping that you could help.” Her brows curled in a worrisome arch. “He said if I made the arrangements he’d attend.”

“Does he want counseling or is he only doing this for you? I ask because most of my clients make their own arrangements and of course I’m sure you’ve heard that admitting you have a problem and need help is a first step.”

“I thought that was for addicts.”

“Well, it helps if anyone admits that they have a problem before seeking help, no matter if it’s an addiction or not.” I wondered if the display I’d seen was part of his issues and how much of that taste for healing his daughter knew about.

“I’ve been hearing things, Katie. Talk about his preferences and how he’s coping with my mother’s death.” Her face blanched white and she averted her eyes. “I don’t want my father getting a bad reputation any more than he’d want the same for me. I’d like you to find out if what I’m hearing is true.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and felt the need to set her straight immediately. “I wouldn’t be able to tell you anything about the sessions with him. Not even if what you’re hearing is true.”

She lifted her hand in a halting motion. “Oh, I know that. But I’m hoping if he talks about with someone he’ll realize that it’s not good for him and maybe he’ll change.”

“What makes you so sure I can help with such a request? It’s your father, Halle.”

She reached across the counter and placed her hand on mine. “If anyone could help me, it’s you. You’re the only counselor I know and the only one I trust with this. And, well, you’ve never let me down, Katie.”

I shook my head and released a long breath. “I’m not sure.” I thought of the scene on the veranda. I was certainly interested in seeing more of him, but not like this. Guilt burdened me as I looked up into her eyes and remembered the way I’d pleasured myself to what I saw.

“Please, Katie.” I looked into her big blue eyes and nodded.

“I’ll do it. But please promise you won’t ask me anything specific about the sessions and that you won’t be angry with me for not answering when you do.” I had a feeling she was going to be asking me plenty and I already regretted taking on the task especially when I remembered I was about to go meet him for dinner. It was too late to raincheck.

“Thank you. I’ll be good, I promise.” She crossed her heart and held up the finger to give her solemnest vow. “He’ll be so surprised, but don’t say anything over dinner. I want us to have a nice evening and then I’ll tell him when you leave. I don’t want anything to be awkward.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” I did feel a bit better that it wouldn’t be a topic of any heated discussion at the dinner table and hoped for a nice quiet evening.

“I can’t wait for you to see him again. He’s been through so much and I’m hoping you’ll be a great blast from the past. You remember that time you went to the island with us, that was so much fun.” She released a sigh of relief and finished her drink.

“I do, but I’m sure he barely remembers me. He was so busy with your mom and we were chasing after those guys that were from the other side of the island.” She had particularly been busy with one of them and I had only been the consolation prize for her guy’s best friend.

“Yeah, don’t remind me. You know, my dad saw that hickey that guy gave me. He came unglued. My mother had to talk him down from going out to drown that poor kid. He’s always so overprotective when it comes to that sort of thing.”

“So now the roles are reversed?”

“Maybe a little. He’s all I’ve got. I don’t want him stuck with some skank who gets herself knocked up so my dad will have to marry her. I want him with someone nice.” She glanced down at her phone which she’d taken out of her handbag and her eyes widened. “We should get to the house. Dad’s chef gets so ticked off when I’m late.” She giggled like pissing off the chef was something she did often.

“I’m ready when you are.” I took a deep as she dragged me around the counter and led me out the back door toward her dad’s veranda.

We walked into the house and she called out to announce us.

“Daddy we’re home.” She giggled and locked arms with me. “Look who I brought.” We entered the formal dining room and she smiled and stepped back from me, sweeping her arm out like I was the showroom prize and her father’s eyes widened as his jaw dropped. For a moment, our eyes locked and then he froze as if he’d lost his words.

“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Roberts.” I gave him a shy smile and then Halle pointed to the chair she wanted me in and I took a seat beside him.

“Very nice to see you again, Katie. Or is it Katherine these days? You’ve certainly grown into a lovely young woman worthy of such a strong name.” His eyes stayed fixed on mine, but I couldn’t help but think he’d already drank in enough of me to be thinking dirty thoughts, and there was a certain glimmer in his eyes that lent to strengthen my beliefs.

“Thank you, but Katie or Katherine is fine.” I wasn’t opposed to whichever name he chose, but something in me wanted him to speak my full name, to regard me as a woman and not someone closer to his daughter’s age than his own.

“So how do you like the new place, Katherine?” My cheeks burned as I smiled. He smirked and the curl of his lip was so mischievous that I couldn’t help wonder if he was thinking of catching me watching him.

“I love it. The neighbors are especially nice.” We shared a laugh between us and I glanced over to Halle wondering if she could sense the way her father was looking at me. The air in the room felt thick between us and I tugged at the collar of my blouse to let in a little air. It was certainly getting hot in there.

Chapter 7: Grant

 

Looking into the eyes of this beautiful woman beside me, I couldn’t help but think about having her six ways to Sunday. The young girl I remembered from our trip to the island, the one who had glanced up at me with her wide, innocent, and frightened eyes, had grown into a knock out.

“So how do you like the place, Katherine?” I had chosen to use her full name deliberately and I felt like such a bastard doing it. I wanted to see her as more than a woman my daughter’s age and seeing the way she carried herself, with that mature posture and stare, the way she lifted her chin almost defiantly as he answered my questions as if to let me know she wasn’t at all intimidated about what she saw.

“I love it. The neighbors are especially nice.” We shared a laugh, but she met my eyes directly and tugged at her blouse. My cock responded as the blood flowed to it. Bad idea big guy.

“Well, she did have the best realtor in the whole entire world.” Halle lifted her chin with confidence and grabbed my hand. “Well, the second-best.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss that brought me back down to earth. This was her best friend and I had to stick to my rules, especially where Katie was concerned. The childish version of her name didn’t suit her a bit.

“So tell me a bit about what you do? Halle says you’ll be working from home as a therapist.” I suddenly had a thought, but no, Halle wouldn’t set me up with someone so personal. If anything, she’d use the connection to find me someone else more suitable.

“Yes, there was some issues at my old location, but so far it’s working out. Of course, it’s only been a day, so maybe I’m being optimistic.” She laughed again and the sound was soft and seductive giving my balls the one-two punch again. Down boy.

Halle’s phone rang and I glanced at her waiting for her to turn it off. We had a rule about cellphones at dinner, but she gave me a pleading a look and I nodded.

“I’ll just be a moment, I need to take this.” She excused herself and hurried into the other room.

Katherine glanced around the large room. “You have a beautiful home. I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.”

“I only bought the place a year before my wife passed. We spent the last days of her life here, and though it was supposed to be nothing more than a sick house, I’ve decided to stay. It’s everything I need.”

Her face fell. “I’m sorry. I know that was a hard time. She was an amazing woman.”

“Yes, I suppose you knew her a tad better than you knew me?”

She nodded. “Yes, she used to come by the apartment when we were in college and get onto us for living in such a pig sty because we hadn’t caught up our laundry or made our beds.”

She smiled fondly and before the mood got too dampened by talk of my late wife, dinner was served and Halle joined us.

After we finished dinner Halle asked if we could have our drinks out on the veranda, and even though I saw Katherine’s cheeks redden, she agreed it was a good idea.

I followed them out and Halle pulled out a chair and took a seat at the table, while I chose to hover with our guest. She met my eyes and lifted her chin. Then she took the glass of wine to her lips and took a sip. She motioned to the window and my heart stopped for a moment until she spoke. “Did Halle mention to you that I’d like to do some planting between our houses?”

“No, she didn’t.” I glanced to my daughter who sipped from her own glass before giving me an apologetic look.

“I meant to mention it. I think it would add value to both your properties and give a tad more privacy.” I wondered what brought the conversation on and if maybe Katie had told my daughter what she saw.

“I think it would help cut down the noise level as well.” Katherine’s eyes burned on mine and I couldn’t believe how bold she could be.

“Has Daddy been noisy? Please tell me you’re not playing that awful music again.” My daughter hated my taste in music and had walked in on me once blaring it so loud it shook the chandelier in the front room.

“Oh, no. It’s nothing like that. I only wanted to make sure that I’m not a bother to him.” She met my eyes and smiled and I realized she hadn’t told my daughter anything. I wondered what was going on in her head and stepped up to the table where I’d stood on that night and when I met her eyes again she was tugging at her blouse again and fidgeting with her hair.

“Well, if you ever have a problem, feel welcome to come on over and tell me about it. I’m always here when you need me.” I rocked forward on my feet and back and her mouth fell open as she looked away. What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t help myself and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Halle’s phone went off again and this time she jumped up and ran in the house like her ass was on fire. I turned to her friend. “Do you know what’s gotten into her this evening? Is she seeing someone?”

Katherine shook her head. “I haven’t the slightest. I don’t really get too involved with my friend’s personal relationships.”

“Well, you certainly seem mature for your years. I’ve never met anyone my daughter’s age that had your poise.”

“She’s hardly a child, Mr. Roberts and I’m not exactly her age.” She took another sip of her wine.

“Call me Grant if you like. I mean, we are both adults.”

“Certainly, Grant.” My name was uttered like a purr from her lips and I found myself wanting to hear it at the top of her lungs, preferably while I bent her over the table in front of us.

“How old are you?” I had to know and hoped like hell she wasn’t going to have me wanting to break two of my rules.

She smiled and then pulled her lips in tight before answering. “I’m two years older than your daughter. I started college the same year because I had to wait until my inheritance came through to go to a better college. Halle never minded that I was a bit older.”

“Two years older isn’t that much.” I had hoped she was at least five away from Halle. Then I wouldn’t feel like such a letch for imagining her naked beneath me. The blood flowed again and this time it hardened my length considerably. I adjusted and kept close to the table. She didn’t seem to notice it punching at my pants.

“I’ve always been the more mature between us.” She lifted her shoulder and cut me a sideways glance.

“I can see that. You’ve definitely grown into quite the woman. I bet your making some young man quite happy.” It was a dirty suggestion, but I needed to find out if she was in a relationship.

“I’m not seeing anyone. My last relationship ended over a year ago.” She met my eyes directly again and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was part of her line of work, to look people in the eye. My ego wanted me to believe she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but that was a ridiculous thought. What would she want with me when she could land any man she’d want?

“Well, if you ever want any company come on over.” Her eyes widened and she giggled as the blush hit her cheeks and I found myself clarifying. “You know, to visit. Hang out. Maybe watch a movie? I have a home theater.”

“Oh of course.” She nodded like she hadn’t made any assumptions but the two of us shared another laugh as Halle entered the room.

“I’m afraid I have to go, Daddy.” She turned to Katherine and apologized. “I’m so sorry I have to bail. But it’s a personal issue. One of my friends is having a meltdown and she needs me.” She kissed us both and hurried out leaving us alone.

“So you started college late? You sure crammed in studies to be in your field.” She glanced up at the sky and then toward her window and back.

“Actually I started college at eighteen, but changed schools when I moved in with your daughter. I haven’t been in practice but for a year now. I finished up my internship with the office I recently left and they offered me a job.” She seemed so confident, nothing like the young girl that had refused to go on the zip line. I wondered if she remembered that, but she yawned before I could bring it up.

“I’m sorry. It’s been a long first day at work. Whoever said working from home was easy, was a liar.”

“I think that depends on the job.” We shared a laugh and then much too soon she thanked me for a lovely dinner and excused herself out the side gate and crossed the small distance to her own house. And I finished my wine as I watched her walk away.

Chapter 8: Katie

 

I got up and poured another cup of coffee before my last session of the day. I’d booked Mr. Roberts—Grant as my last client of the day. I hoped that we could take our time and make the most of it assuming he showed. Surely Halle had dropped the bomb about who and where the sessions would take place and I waited for a call any moment to tell me he’d cancelled.

That call never came and minutes after I sat down with my fresh cup of black, the doorbell announced his arrival.

He stood on the front step looking gorgeous as always with a fresh scent of cologne penetrating my nose. His clothes were casual, but he was still more put together than most men I knew, with his hair perfectly styled and his jeans dressed up with a nice jacket and tie. But most stunning of all were his eyes, steel gray and heavily shadowed by his thick, dark lashes. Despite the fact that he seemed uncertain, my heart skipped a few beats as I welcomed him inside.

“Surprise.” I said as he walked in still giving me the side eyed expression from the door.

“Yeah, that daughter of mine is a bit tricky at times. Remind me why I spoil her?” He took a seat and I leaned against my desk beside him.

“Because you love Halle and you’d do anything for her?” I folded my arms and gazed into his eyes waiting for his smile that was teasing around the corner of his lips.

And then it beamed and he nodded. “Yes, you’re absolutely right. So tell me, Katherine, this doctor/patient relationship, how serious are you about keeping things discreet?”

My core burned with a sudden heat as the word left his lips. “Discretion is everything, so you can be assured that I’ll not share any information you disclose to me in our sessions with Halle. As a matter of fact, I’ve already explained as much to her when she asked me to see you. My concern is that you would have a problem opening up to me since I’m her friend.”

He leaned back in his chair, his posture open to me, as if to let me know he was more than okay with it. “I like you, Katherine. You’ve surprised me. You’re not as childlike as my daughter. She’s always been immature for her age, and while I know how close the two of you are, I can’t quite see you on the same level.”

“I guess that’s a plus, considering what we’re about to delve into together.” I stood straight as a smile spread his lips and I wondered what was going on in his mind. Part of me wondered if I should counsel him at all considering I was more than attracted to him, but I had to do it for Halle. She needed me and I wasn’t going to let her down. “Would you join me over here? I don’t like to work from my desk. This is a bit more relaxed.” I gestured to my sitting area near the big window and he followed me over and lowered himself to the small loveseat, moving a throw pillow to the other side as I sat in the chair beside him.

He grinned and gave me a sideward glance. “Would you like me to lie down? If so, this little couch is going to be a bit short.” The thought of his spread out on the sofa had me adjusting the front of my blouse, as if everything I wore was suddenly a bit tighter.

“No, you’re fine.” I crossed my legs and his gaze slid down their length but he met my eyes quickly. I couldn’t help but smile, but I had to get things kicked off. “So, how would you say things have been going lately with life in general?”

“You mean since my wife died?” He leaned back, again his open posture telling me he was relaxed. “I’d say things have been good. I mean, I went through a long period of grief and then eventually I found other things to occupy my time.”

“Things like?” I lifted my chin and waited for his response.

“Hobbies, I play a lot of golf, work when I’m needed.” He stared at the ceiling as if it helped him think.

“So do you feel like you’re needed? I mean, as far as your work and your family?”

His smile spread wide as it always did when he thought of his daughter as if she was his true light in life. “I do. I don’t have to pound the pavement as much as I used to, now that I’ve made an insane amount of money I have more time for hobbies and other things. But I do still have to keep the companies afloat and you know Halle, if I don’t keep her in line, she’ll run a bit too wild. We keep each other sane.”

“So those other things you were talking about, are those relationships?” I was eager to find out if he had a girlfriend or if the woman on the balcony was the type of self-therapy I imagined she was.

“I haven’t really been in a serious relationship since my wife died, but I have relationships.” He lowered his chin and bit his lip as he grinned. “I’m sure you’re wondering about the woman the other night?” He met my eyes and seemed to search for my reaction, but I kept my poker face in check.

“Yes, but since you don’t do serious relationships, I’d have to assume that your relationship with her is purely sexual.”

“I don’t have a relationship with her.” He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees and steepled his fingers in front of him as if he wanted me to challenge his answer.

“How often do you two hook up?”

“Here and there.”

“Whenever you need a release?” I needed to know the nature of their relationship to see if my speculation was right.

“No, not that often.” He brushed out the front of his pants and then sat back.

I raised a brow and smiled, breaking my resting bitch face. “How often do you feed your sexual needs?”

“Every day in some for or fashion.” He searched my eyes as I nodded, keeping mine fixed on him.

“Such as?”

“I have several sexual partners, women I meet at random, weekly appointments, and I’ve even been known to hook up in public now and then. I like people to watch.” He leaned in again. “You know, like the other night.” He took in a long breath and then his eyes narrowed. “How long did you watch me?”

I smiled and wagged a finger at him. “We’re here to talk about you, Grant.”

He chuckled and then looked away toward the window. “So I guess you’re not going to answer.”

“Is it important to you that I do? What do you think you’d gain knowing that I watched you for a good ten minutes?”

His eyes lit with surprise. “Ten minutes?” He looked away and pursed his lips as if thinking. “Well, I guess it would turn me on.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“Yes.” His answers were as direct as my questions and I kept them coming as fast as he answered.

“Does that bother you?”

“That it turns me on, yes and no.”

“Why yes and no?”

“Because I have boundaries.”

“What are your boundaries and why do you have them?”

“I never fuck anyone close to my daughter’s age and I’d never fuck one of her friends. I think the reason is obvious.” He stared deep into my eyes and lifted a brow. Before I could fire off another question he leaned forward again, closing the distance between us even more than before. “How did it make you feel?” His voice was barely a whisper and the blood rushed from my face and straight to my mound where it ached with need.

I almost slipped and responded, but I swallowed my words and gathered my thoughts. “We’re here to talk about you.”

“Fine, so tell me, did you think about me since? You know, in that way.” He reached out and put his hand on my knee and the need inside me throbbed aching for his hand to be elsewhere. He had me shaken, and that was something I didn’t allow in this space.

“I’m afraid our time is up for the day.”

“Good, because I’d like to talk to my neighbor now.” He flashed his perfect teeth and the flirting burn of his eyes into mine was almost more than I could handle. “Tell me if you thought about it. I did.”

“And you’ve already told me that I’m off limits. Does it turn you on knowing that even if I wanted you, you’d never reciprocate?” His smile fell and he sat back. I stood and walked to the door and opened it as he rose from his seat.

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you next week.” He left without another word and I gave a curt nod as I shut the door behind him.

Chapter 9: Grant

 

I hadn’t heard a peep from next door all week and I knew I’d have to go back into my next session and apologize, but dammit, she worked me up.

I walked to her door and knocked hoping she’d let me in and not turn me away and tell me to find someone else. Halle had asked me how things had gone and I’d lied about it, but hopefully I’d make things right and we could continue on. If this was the only way I’d get to see her or be a part of her life, I’d take it and I cringed inside knowing I felt that way. I was breaking weak for her.

“Hello, Grant. Come on in.” She gestured for me to sit on the couch again and this time I took the middle cushion hoping if I put some distance between us, things would end better. She wore her thick dark hair up in a messy bun and the tight knee-length skirt she wore with the plum-colored blouse made her look every bit like a naughty librarian. Even the glasses were an added turn on and I’d never seen her wear those before.

She lingered at the door. “Can I get you some coffee? Tea? Water?”

“Coffee is good, thanks.”

“How do you take it?”

“Any way you want to bring it.” The words left my mouth before I could think about them because I wasn’t that particular about my coffee. I could drink it any way, but I didn’t want her to think I was coming off as fresh again. “I mean, surprise me, I’m not picky.”

She smiled and turned away as I thought my recovery wasn’t any better. I couldn’t believe I was more nervous this time than the last, but before I didn’t know what I knew now. That she’d watched me having sex for ten solid minutes and I had a pretty good idea that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

She returned and handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped it. “Sugar and cream?”

She smiled. “Yes, I thought you might like a little something sweet considering how bitter our last session went.” Before I could interrupt she held up a hand. “Let’s start with a fresh slate.”

“That sounds fair.”

“So, considering what we did discuss last week, do you feel you use sex as a crutch in place of grieving?” Her deep green eyes penetrated mine from behind her frames as she waited for a response.

“No, I grieved my wife. I look at it as a way to move on. A hobby, if you will. I mean, some men build things, others go fishing or play sports. I like sex.” I paused a moment waiting for her to ask another question, but she tilted her head as if waiting for more. “My wife and I had Halle when we were so young and we didn’t really have time to live or experiment or find out what made us tick. I hadn’t ever had sex with anyone other than my wife for all those years, so I guess it’s a way that I can finally live a little. Do something I’ve never done.”

“So you weren’t ever with anyone but your wife?”

“Well, I never cheated on her and since we were so young when we met and got together, I’d only been with two other women.”

“How many women have you been with now?” Her head cocked to the side and she kept her expression unreadable. I had a feeling she was deliberately keeping things professional because of how bad the last session went.

“I don’t know. I don’t keep count.” Her eyes blinked a few times and then she shook her head. “Sorry, I must sound like a real slut.” I stifled a laugh and raked my hand through my hair. This wasn’t going anything like before and I wasn’t as comfortable with her. She seemed to be a different person.

“Does it make you feel like a slut to have so many partners? Does it ever get to you or do you think you should stop?”

“No. I don’t really do it for emotions, I do it for release. So I don’t really care if it’s frowned upon. I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t pay for sex, I don’t force myself on anyone, things are completely consensual between adults.”

“And you set moral limits as well.” She tacked on to my list like she was getting the picture clearer than before.

“Right. Does it bother you?”

“Does it bother me that you’re promiscuous? No. Do you want it to bother me?” Her tone was different from before and I’d just about had enough of it.

“You seem bothered.”

“Do I?” She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way.

“Yes, it’s almost like you’re trying too hard to be professional. I mean, even the hair and glasses are different.”

She let out a frustrated breath and removed her glasses. “Does this help?”

“Not if you can’t see without them. But this might.” I edged myself closer to her and reached back to remove the clip from her hair. Her wavy, chestnut hair spilled down her shoulders and the scent wafted around me making me instantly hard.

Her face was but a breath away and it wouldn’t take more than a slight move to kiss her. “Are you happy now?”

“You’re beautiful, Katherine. You’ve always been beautiful.” I sat back a bit, still close enough to touch her. “I remember that time you came to the island with us. You were so quiet and plain, but I could see that you were a real natural beauty beneath the insecurities. You surprised me when you backed out on that zip line adventure. I remember strapping you into that harness, so close to you, so awkwardly fumbling for your straps and making sure you were snug, and it took so damned long. Then you looked up at me with those big green eyes and said you didn’t want to do it.” I laughed remembering my wife’s expression. “I’d finally gotten you buckled in and then you backed out.”

“I felt bad because of that too.”

“I wondered if you’d ever regret not going.” I met her stare and it was quiet for a moment. “Have you ever let yourself jump, Katherine? Have you ever taken a chance or done something you knew was wrong or bad for you, just to prove you could.” I hadn’t noticed how close I was to her again until she spoke.

“I’m not the only one with limits, Mr. Roberts. Her breath was warm against my cheek. The name was used as a shield and I knew it. Just like the hair and glasses had been an attempt for me to see her as more professional. Her voice was a soft whisper. “We’re here to talk about you.”

I didn’t want to upset her into ending another session, so I sat back, keeping my arm down to hide my throbbing erection. I wanted her so bad that it ached and I was rethinking my own rules to justify seducing her. It wasn’t like I’d known well all these years. She wasn’t exactly my daughter’s age and she was much more fucking mature. To make matters worse, she tugged at her collar again and then loosened the tie on her blouse.

“You want me to be honest with you, Katherine?”

She fixed her gaze on me and I took a deep breath of courage. “You make me want to push my limits. Every fucking one of them.”

Her breath hitched and she cleared her throat. “How does that make you feel?”

“Hard.” Her gaze dropped to my lap and her eyes widened as she bit her lip and smiled.

“Are you trying to shock me, Grant? Because I think you like to. I think you like to tease me knowing that I’m against your rules in more ways than one.”

“I’m not trying to tease you at all. You want to know what’s in my head, and I’m telling you and your whole playing it professional act didn’t work either, I called that bluff.”

She leaned forward and glanced down in regards to my cock which was bulging so tight against my pants that I could almost hear it begging to be free. “You should be careful, Mr. Roberts. One day I might call your bluff.”

Chapter 10: Katie

 

It was hard getting Grant off my mind but thankfully I had some more unpacking to do since my cabinets had finally gotten finished. I couldn’t believe how much he’d affected me and especially how bold I’d gotten.

I couldn’t help it, though. I try damned hard to be a professional, but even I have my breaking point. Our last session had finished up not long after I’d warned him that I was going to call his bluff, and I think I surprised him. It wasn’t long after that he’d gotten a call from his chef and hurried home.

Luckily, I hadn’t had to face Halle. It wasn’t as if I’d have to tell her everything or anything for that matter, since it had all went down on the clock, but I was afraid she’d see the guilt on my face. I couldn’t help the things I wanted to do to her father and the thoughts were there no matter how hard I’d tried to push them away.

I guess it was the same for him, and I wondered how he found that last release. I warmed inside thinking of his bulge and how he’d tried so hard to hide it at first. It surprised me when he mentioned it and then of course, as if he’d given me permission, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I had sized him up through his pants and imagined that hard rigid length pleasuring the girl on the table.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the scissors to undo the tape on another box. I had things to do and if I weren’t careful I’d have to sneak upstairs and check the batteries in my vibrator.

I was growing pissed at myself for letting him get to me. I knew that was exactly what he was hoping would happen. Remembering his fingers fastening the straps on my harness, and how he’d remembered that too, was enough to turn me on.

The phone rang and I glanced over to see it was Halle. It was time to stop undressing her father in my mind, and answer the phone. “Hello, Halle.”

“How’s it going, bestie, are you finally unpacked?”

“I’m finishing up the last of it now. My cabinets look amazing, you have to come and see them.”

“I’ll come see on Monday. You know that invitation is still open. You missed last week and you weren’t even home.”

“I had errands to run, but I’ll try to come by again this week.”

“Looking forward to it. So…hey, I need to ask a favor.” Halle’s voice always went into squealy mode when she needed something.

I hoped it wasn’t about her father. “You know I can’t tell you anything about the sessions, so don’t even try.”

She laughed, but then made a noise of frustration. “That’s not it at all, but it is about Dad. I think he’s having a get together at his house tonight. If you could just tell me if he does, I’d appreciate it.”

I wondered if it was a sex party or maybe a hot fuck session like he’d had on the veranda with the other woman. My chest burned with jealousy and I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. “How do you know? I mean, why would you think that?”

“First of all, I know way more than a daughter should, and secondly, he knows I’ll be out of town until tomorrow.”

“I didn’t even know you were out of town. What have you been getting into these days. You’re not having relationship issues are you?” The last time she was in and out of town and taking calls in private she was seeing her doctor. And not for health reasons, though she had told me he’d used a certain part of his body as a tongue depressor. She was almost as bad as her dad. Okay, worse, and that was only because I knew more details about her relationships. I’d always been the tame one for sure.

“Yeah, and no, I’m not in relationship trouble. Don’t worry about me, seriously. I’m more concerned that my father is having a sex fest at his house this weekend.”

“A sex fest? You mean like a swingers night?”

“Well, from what I hear it’s not much different except that none of the members are married. Look, I know you two are talking and that’s great, but all I want to know is if there is a get together at his house. Nothing more.”

I shrugged and part of me felt sick inside thinking of him over doing anything of the sort. “I guess I can do that, but it isn’t like I’ll know what’s going on over there.”

“You could walk over.” She threw out the suggestion a little too easily.

“So that’s what you really wanted, isn’t it? For me to go party crashing and catch him in the act? Are you crazy?”

“I guess that would be a bit awkward. Forget I mentioned it.” I was relieved that she told me to forget about it, because the last thing I wanted to do was play snitch on her father.

“I’m just so worried about him. I’m so scared someone is going to take advantage of him and his money.” She sounded like she was tearing up on the other end.

“I’m sure your dad is careful, Halle. Don’t be worried. If I thought there was any harm coming to him, you know I’d help him.”

“Thanks, Katie.” She had no sooner gotten the words out when I heard a knock at my back door. I looked up to see her dad standing outside the door and my heart raced as I stuttered. “I’ll, I—I’ve got to go, I’ll let you know what I find out.” I hung up the phone in the middle of her goodbye and ran to the door.

I fidgeted with the locks and opened the door. “Hi, Grant. Come in.” I stepped out of the way and he entered.

His eyes widened. “Wow, those cabinets look amazing. The lighter color makes this whole place seem different and more open.”

I was so proud to be showing it off. “Thank you. I’m really happy with the work they did on them. I was a little apprehensive at first, but they are top quality.”

“Well, it’s a wonderful space. You should be proud.” He leaned against my counter and faced me. “I came over to see if you wanted to attend a party tonight at my house.”

I couldn’t imagine attending, but used the opportunity to do a little digging. “What kind of a party is it?”

He flashed a boyish grin. “It’s kind of an intellectual gathering of sorts.”

I pursed my lips and gave his a sideward look. “How come I don’t trust you?”

“Because you know me.” He lifted his shoulders and grinned as his cheeks reddened. “Okay, it might be a little bit of a sexual gathering.”

My eyes widened. “A sex gathering, really? You want me to attend? Are you mental?”

“I don’t expect you to partake, but I thought you might like to come and see what I’m into. The party is more a hub where we decide who takes who on.”

“You mean, you roll the dice or something?”

“We have different rotations, but we don’t always have to go with that. Some of us pair up individually without the draw, but others come as guest to meet and see what it’s about. You’d be my guest and it isn’t like anyone would be fucking at my house. We mostly talk about things and then pair off for the night. No one would expect anything from you and you could leave at any time. You’d only have to sign a nondisclosure.”

The idea of it was tantalizing, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to go to any kind of party like that. “What about your limits and rules and that whole thing about none of Halle’s friends?”

He lifted his hands up in defense. “Hey, I only thought you might be interested in seeing things from a different point of view.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think so.”

“It’s a standing invite. Anytime you want to stop over, text me and let me know you’re coming.”

“Are you pairing up tonight?” I didn’t know why, but the thought of it annoyed me which was strange because the idea of him being with another person didn’t bother me before.

“I usually do, why?”

“Then I think you’d be too busy to entertain guests like me who aren’t participating. I mean, you wouldn’t really want me to participate, would you?”

His face fell. “No, I hadn’t really thought about that, but I suppose if you wanted to. There are a couple of other men there your age.”

“I’m not interested in other men, but I appreciate the thought. I’ll stay in.” I couldn’t help but be aggravated, and he seemed a bit confused like he wished he’d not walked over.

“Well, maybe some other time. Let me know if the noise bothers you.” He gave me an apologetic look and then saw his way out.

Chapter 11: Grant

 

I had been sitting at my desk for hours distracted with the thought that my party had turned out to be one for the record books. It was the first time I’d hosted that I didn’t indulge and I can only blame one person for breaking my streak. I had hoped that Katherine would surprise me and show up, but I’d underestimated her curiosity based on the ten minutes she’d watched from her window.

Sure I could have still participated in a pairing, but for some reason it didn’t feel right with her on my mind. She’d been there a lot lately, clouding my thoughts and my better judgment.

Sylvie hadn’t shown either and I wondered if she thought I’d reported her or would call her out to the group. She should know me better, but I couldn’t blame her for being a bit gun shy. She’d been called out before and suffered that humiliation once and it had cost her a few hookups. She may have decided to step out on her own.

I got up to pour myself a drink and returned to my desk where I’d been going over some new listings. I didn’t normally work on Sundays but, seeing how I’d decided not to make my normal appointment at the golf course, I needed something to help me focus. Or at least try.

Heels clicking their way across my tile caught my attention and as soon as I registered the thought that it had to be my daughter, her voice rang out from the hallway.

“Did you have a party here while I was gone?” I suddenly felt like I was a teenager again, and my dad had left me alone for the weekend only to return to find mom’s favorite vase smashed to bit in the bottom of the pool along with three condoms and a beer can someone had filled with rocks.

“Good afternoon, Halle. I take it you had a nice trip.” I gave her a hard glare but it didn’t penetrate hers. Her eyes were fixed on mine in a standoff of epic proportions.

“You are not a frat boy, and it’s a bit embarrassing to hear that your father is creating noise pollution and hosting keggers.”

Laughter belted from me before I could stop myself. “I’d hardly call a quiet evening with friends a fraternity kegger.”

“Small, quiet? That’s not the impression I got and this isn’t the first time you’ve done thing conveniently when I’m out of town.”

“Maybe it’s the way you show up unannounced.” I glanced back to the papers on my desk as she sucked in an audible breath.

“Are you trying to say I’m not welcome in my own home?” I glanced up to see her mouth slacken with her arms crossed in front of her. She glared down at me like I was some child she was scolding.

I planted my hands on my desk and stood to stare down my nose at her. “Stop being ridiculous, Halle. And lose the tone. I’m your father, not one of your boyfriends, and certainly not some childish frat boy as you’ve so eloquently stated.” She dropped her chin and stared at her shoes. “I can have any damn gathering I please and I don’t have to include you.” I sat down and collected myself.

Her voice was a mumble as she took a seat in front of me. “Sorry, Daddy. I’ve been so worried about you lately.”

My anger subsided as she wiped a stray tear and I opened my desk and passed her a tissue. “I don’t know who has been filling your head with nonsense about me, but I would at least think you’d recognize an exaggeration when you hear one.”

“So how have the sessions been going?” Her choice of content was curious as she changed the subject and I wondered if Katie had been the one to fill her head with garbage.

“They’ve been fine and for the last time there isn’t anything for you to worry about. You should be concentrating on whatever you’ve got going on and stop worrying about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you, Daddy. To tell me to stop would be the same as me giving you the same request. You wouldn’t listen. But to cure your curiosity, there’s nothing going on with me. I broke off a relationship before it turned toxic and that’s all you need to know.”

“Good to know. You’ll let me know if anything develops.”

She leaned forward and took my hand. “If you’ll do the same.” I wouldn’t promise her anything I couldn’t keep without a shadow of a doubt.

“So what do you think of Katie? Isn’t she amazing?” She beamed every time she mentioned her best friend.

“She’s certainly grown into a fine woman. If only she were my age and not your best friend.”

She giggled. “Daddy, don’t be ridiculous. Though, you’d do well to have someone as good as Katie. But I don’t think you’re her type.”

I decided not to argue that point. “So what are you doing here, other than to scold your old man?” I straightened the stack of papers and put them into their folder in my briefcase.

She sat back in her chair and fidgeted with her cuff. “I wanted to know what you thought of the Henderson property; the one at the island. It’s up for sale. I know there was extensive damage from a fire, but the lot alone could be a nice personal investment.”

I remembered the old place next to ours on the island. “I’ll check into it and let you know something. I’m not sure I want to stay there, much less expand.”

“Oh Daddy, you can’t get rid of our second home. I love it there. After you sold our other house to buy this one you promised I’d always have a home at the island.” The horror of her expression was a bit dramatic, but I remembered telling her that. I considered giving her the place, but wasn’t sure she could deal with the proper upkeep.

“I’ll think about it. I’m not making any decisions without talking to you first. I know the place has always been like home to you.”

“Thanks.” She glided her thumbs across her phone texting someone. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d had a conversation when she didn’t have that damned device close by.

“Are you going to see Katherine?” I wondered if she’d drop in on her friend since she lived so close by.

“Not today. I have to run. I’m meeting my assistant. She thinks we’re going over a few things from the business trip, but I wanted to surprise her with a new handbag. The one she’s carrying is so outdated and it’s orange, Daddy. Orange.” Her eyes widened and she shook her head like the color made her skin crawl.

I walked her out. “You’re a good friend, and a perfect daughter.” I kissed her cheek.

“I love you, Daddy. Promise me you’ll take good care of yourself.” She kissed me back and then hurried out.

I wasted no time going to the veranda hoping to make my way to Katherine’s house, but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her there, on her knees, her hands digging in the soil of a flower bed beside her house, and her hair, that had escaped a messy ponytail, framing her face like a curtain. She was gorgeous, and also a big blabbermouth.

I walked up behind her as she took the small plant from its pot and stuck it in the hole. “That tiny thing will take years to block out any noise.”

Her head came up as if I’d startled her and she smiled. “I love hibiscus. I had one at my old place, but Halle said I couldn’t dig it up and bring it here. Something about that being tacky.” She shrugged and turned back to her plant.

“As tacky as tattling on her father, I’d guess.” My tone was meant to sting, but she turned and gave me a grin accompanied by a look that told me I had things all wrong.

“Tattling? Is someone being a naughty boy?” She giggled and rose to dust the dirt from her knees.

“You didn’t tell her about the party, did you?”

She stood quiet as if the words were sinking in. “I haven’t told Halle anything. Discretion is important in my line of work, and I have no desire to tell her anything about you. I think you’ll find that I mind my own business, which is one reason I opted to miss your party.”

Her bitter tone stung a bit and I felt like a fool for accusing her. “I’m sorry. I thought the party was loud and bothered you.”

Her head snapped up and she met my eyes. “If it had, you’d be the first person to know.” As she returned to her work, I stepped back to my own yard and retreated to the house.

Even though I was wrong about Katie, I was sure there was a rat somewhere.

Chapter 12: Katie

 

I had given up on seeing Grant again after our heated exchange at the flower bed and I wasn’t sure I wanted to see him after he’d insinuated that I told on him to Halle. As if I’d have that discussion with my best friend. Not only would she be devastated to learn about his habits, but it wasn’t exactly the type of conversation I wanted to have with my best friend about her father.

I’d picked up my coffee mug and walked it back to the kitchen when I heard a gentle knock on my backdoor.

I opened it and leaned against the jamb. “I wasn’t expecting you’d show.”

“Sorry I came around back, I can go around front if it makes it more official for you?” His tone wasn’t mocking or sarcastic, and I searched his eyes to make sure before stepping aside and letting him in.

“You’re welcome at either door.” I pulled the door to and breezed past him toward the office and he followed.

“That’s generous of you considering my tone yesterday. I’m sorry I suggested you’d told my daughter. I should know you’re more mature than that.”

“You might want to save the generous remark for after you get my bill.” We shared a laugh and I gestured for him to have a seat on the sofa.

He lowered himself and then pulled the pillow out from behind him. “I wish you had come to the gathering. There were several men your age there and I think you would have had a good time. The offer still stands and I’m hosting again this week.”

“I appreciate that, but what makes you so sure that I should be interested in men my age. I can assure you that I younger men aren’t my preference.” Been there, done that. No I preferred my men much older; closer to his age than my own.

His brows lifted and he stretched an arm across the back of the couch. “I’m sorry, though I feel it’s an honest mistake.”

I shrugged and flashed a warm smile. “You’re absolutely right and it is quite a fair mistake, but I think it’s time to steer the conversation in its intended direction seeing that it’s your session.”

“Ah, back to the diagnosis.” He shook his head and chuckled.

“If you want to call it that, it could be fitting. I do think you have something that has been recognized as a disease.”

“I can assure you I have no diseases.” His brows furrowed and he shifted in his seat.

“That’s good to know, but I’m not talking about those types of diseases.” He dropped his hand from the back of the couch and brought it around front as if to hold himself together and I wondered if I’d made him angry as I continued. “Have you ever considered that you’re a sex addict?”

The laughter belted from his depths and punched my ears. “That’s ridiculous. The fact that I enjoy sex doesn’t mean that I’m addicted. I’ve set boundaries and I follow them.”

“Having boundaries doesn’t mean you don’t have an issue with sex, in fact it can mean that you’re bargaining as a way to justify having so much of it.”

“I don’t have to have to justify wanting to fuck. I enjoy it, I’m good at it, and—

I held my hand up. “There’s no need to defend your actions to me. I’m not judging you.”

He leaned forward, red-faced with anger. “I’m not defending myself. I’m telling you how it is.” I stared at him blank-faced until he looked away. A soft curse fell from his lips as he took a few deep breaths.

“I’m not here to judge, but I do think it’s important for you to admit that’s what’s going on with you.” I kept my voice monotone.

“I’m not like some alcoholic or druggie. I can stop having sex, it isn’t the same.”

“How do you know? What’s the longest you’ve gone without sex?”

“I went two years when my wife was dying and shortly after her death.” He raked his hand through his hair and then glared out the window.

“I don’t think you were an addict then. I think this is more recent. So tell me, recently how long have you gone without sex?”

“I didn’t hook up after my party last week.” He threw both hands up like his statement had just proven his case and I was surprised to say the least.

My brow furrowed with confusion. “You didn’t?” I thought that was the whole point of him hosting his group.

“No. I didn’t. Care to know why?” His eyes were like daggers now, and I thought a moment before responding.

“Yes. Why didn’t you?” I felt the lump hit my throat as I waited for his response.

“Because I wanted you to show up and you didn’t. And then at the party you were all I could think about.”

“Do you think that your preoccupation with me is because you consider me taboo?”

“I don’t think you’re taboo. Society does. My daughter would. My peers would.”

“I don’t believe that you care too much about what they all think. If you did you wouldn’t be participating in the parties and random hookups.”

He shrugged. “That’s discreet.”

I leaned in closer. “Anyone could out you at any time. But it is the most convenient outlet for your addiction, which is why you won’t give it up and why I don’t think too much about your limits and boundaries.”

“So what do you make of me not fucking anyone else because I wanted you? I’ve not been exclusive since my wife’s death.”

“Did you go without or did you simply find other ways of getting your release?”

His jaw set tight and then he looked away before meeting my eyes like it was the most ridiculous question ever. “You’re asking me if I masturbated.” I nodded and he seemed offended. “So what if I did?”

“It would prove that you didn’t go without a release. You found a way to get what you craved, what you’re truly addicted to and that’s the release.”

He placed his hand to his chest and I noticed the bulk of his muscle beneath his button-down. “I’m not some chronic masturbator who can’t control his urges.”

“I’m not saying you are. Not at all. I’m only pointing out that you seek release foremost.”

“So what if it’s an addiction, there are worse things to be addicted to in life. I’m not some tweaking meth head.” His lip curled in disgust.

“So you’re admitting that you have a problem?”

“Why not, I’ve admitted much worse.” He gave me a grin.

I crossed my legs and smoothed down my skirt. “Does it embarrass you to admit you wanted me?”

He leaned in close, his eyes shining like white hot flames. “No, and there is no past tense there, Katherine. I want you. If only you knew what went through my mind as I worked my cock thinking about you.” A pulsing ache burned deep in my core and I wanted him too.

“Do you think that you shock me, Mr. Roberts?”

He chuckled. “I don’t think it bothers you one tiny bit other than making you burn with desires I want to quench.”

“You’re sure of yourself.” I tried to calm my panting, but my chest rose and fell to betray me.

“You want to know what I thought of while I stroked my hard cock, I thought of you watching me for that ten minutes while I buried myself deep inside the woman on my veranda. I thought about what you did after that.” My face burned with blush and he smiled in satisfaction that he’d gotten to me. “Does that make you uncomfortable, Katherine?”

“Not at all.” I lifted my chin defiantly and clenched my core tight. It ached with need, crying out for the attention I needed from him. I wondered what was left of his shredded boundaries.

He stood and crossed the room only to stop at the door where he turned and stared me dead in the eyes. “Liar.” The words fell from his lips, not like an accusation, but like a challenge.

Chapter 13: Grant

 

Sylvie had decided not to miss another gathering and I was doing my best to deter her when my doorbell sounded, announcing another visitor. After doing a headcount, I knew it could only be one person and when I opened the door and found Katherine standing with her back to me, as if contemplating second thoughts, I drank her in. She looked amazing in the wine colored dress and heels and when she spun around, her face flushed, and her hair blowing in the gentle breeze her eyes sparkled as she smiled.

“Hope you were serious about that invite.”

The blood flowed to my cock and I took her hand and led her to the small table in the foyer where I had placed a few NDAs for last minute guests. She signed without issue and left her cell phone in the depository and then I led her into the house where the others sat making conversation and sipping wine. She seemed relieved that everyone had their clothes on and I caught the sound of her relaxing breath. “Not what you expected?” I grinned.

“Thankfully, no.” She squeezed my hand and I brought her to the couch with me where Sylvie had made herself at home for the previous hour.

“Yet, you came.” I sat beside her with Sylvie to my right and she wasted no time introducing herself to Katherine.

“You’re a new face. I’m Sylvie, good to meet you.” There was more venom in her voice than honey and I imagined she’d have enough sense to be good considering she was already standing on shaky ground.

“I’m Katherine.” She gave her warmest smile and then glanced around the room as the others welcomed her. The men especially took interest and the women all but Sylvie kept a mature attitude.

Gregory, who was one of the oldest members and an old friend of mine, came over to greet her taking her by the hand and planting his lips across her soft knuckles. She blushed, and I knew it didn’t escape her that she was being sized up.

“I see you’ve been hoarding the good wine for yourself?” Greg lifted his glass but I knew damned well he meant Katherine.

“She’s simply an observer.” I said quietly. Greg’s gaze drank her in from head to toe and back again and then he stepped away and went to sit across the room.

Katherine stiffened beside me and then leaned in close until her breath was tickling my ear. “I know that woman, the one across the room in the blue.” My eyes searched out who she spoke of and I was surprised to see Willa sitting near Greg in a tight blue dress.

My curiosity was piqued especially since it was obvious that Willa hadn’t spoken to Katherine and now seemed to be trying to duck out of her line of sight. We weren’t a private group who wore masks, but other than our nondisclosure agreements, we really didn’t try to hide our identities. One person’s reputation was as valuable as the others as we were an elite group of people.

Katherine’s cheeks reddened. “I’m sorry, it’s probably bad form to admit that.”

“Not at all. I find it particularly interesting. How do you know her?”

“She’s the dean’s daughter at mine and Halle’s college. I’ve known her for years. She used to come to the school and try to get us to join her sorority.” She kept her voice low, but I could tell that Sylvie was on alert.

My blood turned cold. She was the snitch, it had to be. I’d turned Willa down because of her age, but she’d lied about knowing Halle. Something she’d been asked specifically, and now Halle would know that Katherine had attended my party too. Perhaps I could use that to my advantage, but only because my daughter would trust Katie over Willa any day of the week. I wondered how much the girl had blabbed. Her behavior was more toxic to our group than even Sylvie’s and this time there would be no reprieve. She was one of Greg’s invites, and I’d make sure before the next meeting, she was properly dealt with.

Greg tapped his glass moments later grabbing my attention. “It’s time we do a draw, so all of those who want to be in, now is the time.” He shook a large bowl that had been sitting in the middle of the room and Sylvie looked at me. I knew she was waiting to see what I was going to do and about that time Greg came to stand in front of me.

“I know the lady is only an observer this week, but do you want in the draw?” He cocked his brow and waited for my response.

“No, I’ll be sitting out to attend my guest.” I kept my eye on Willa as I spoke and her eyes widened and she shot a daggered look in my direction. It was a strange response for someone with no issues.

Sylvie swelled up beside me and tossed her coin into the dish. “I’m in this week.” She cut me a hard glare as if to wound me. She’d mistaken my kindness for caring. Another problem that needed solved.

Greg smiled as Sylvie joined and then made his way around the room until it was time to draw and then they paired off.

Sylvie ended up with Greg and flashed me a cold stare as she headed out with him. The other couples took their leave and I watched as Willa, our youngest participant, left with Xavier, our oldest. At sixty, he was almost as fit as I was and he was old enough to be her grandfather.

Two other pairs were chatting in the center of the room, trying to bargain a foursome, which was perfectly within our rules, as long as everyone agreed. The other group was our only threesome, since I’d sat out to be with Katherine, and they were giving us all an early preview of what was to come.

It wasn’t uncommon for a group to start things before they left and we never minded since we found it enticing. We were all exhibitionists in our own right, some more than others. Lana gripped Beau’s rigid cock through his pants and kissed Melissa who was purring like a kitten. I glanced over to see Katherine watching without emotion, as if she were a child looking into a fishbowl.

I smiled and leaned in closer to see things from her perspective and she giggled. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to gawk, it’s just fascinating that they are so free with it all.”

“It’s okay to watch. In case you haven’t noticed, they want you to see everything. And I’m sure if you wanted, they’d let you watch the entire act.”

She released a long breath. “I’ll pass, thanks.” She tugged at the front of her blouse and then shifted in her seat, turning to face me as she hooked her arm with mine. “This wasn’t half as naughty as I thought it would be.”

“Think of it as the social gathering where everyone has the same intentions of how the night will end. You won’t get that in any random bar, and besides, the drinks are free.”

“I guess I didn’t see it that way.” She turned to watch the trio who were now pawing their way into each other’s clothes. Beau had his hand working Melissa and I wondered how many fingers he’d put to use. “I’d guess it’s a much safer environment.”

“Much safer. And you’d not likely get this kind of floor show.” I smiled seeing her eyes widen even further as Lana took down Beau’s zipper. “We can step outside if you like. Go to a different room? I have a feeling things are about to be more to your original expectations in another few seconds.”

“Sounds like you might be right.” She stood and took my hand and as we stepped outside she walked over to the table where I’d been with Sylvie.

“Are you going to answer my burning question?” I stepped up behind her and rested my hands on her arms.

“I recognized her, you know. That Sylvie lady that introduced herself. She’s the one you had splayed out on this table.

“She is. Does it bother you?”

“No, not at all. And to answer your question I did think about it after.”

“And what did you do, Katherine, while you thought about it?”

“I found my release.” She stared deep into my eyes. “How about your limits, Mr. Roberts?” I closed the space and captured her lips as her arms went around my neck.

To hell with limits. I kissed down her throat and cupped her breast as I hitched her up against the table.

She glanced down to it and then met my eyes. “Will you walk me home?”

“Give me a moment to say goodbye to my guests?” She nodded and I led her inside to find that our trio was leaving and the foursome had come to an agreement.

Chapter 14: Katie

 

I was surprised that we hadn’t found his friends in the middle of a sex pile when we went back in to say our farewells. As luck would have it they were all on their way out and it was only minutes later that Grant took my hand to walk me home.

I unlocked the door as he waited on the bottom step and then I turned and motioned in him. He gave me a quizzical look. “I wasn’t sure you’d want me to come inside. I thought maybe you had second thoughts like you did at that zip line.”

I realized he’d misread my request to be walked home. In truth, I couldn’t get the thought of him out of my mind. The way he’d been so in control of his lover and her pleasure was more than I’d ever had with the vanilla sex I’d grown used to with my old boyfriend. I wanted a partner who was about pleasing me as much as themselves, and I’d always imagined an older man, one with experience, could get the job done.

I took a deep breath and stepped closer. “Guess I should have been more direct. I’m ready to jump. I’ve always felt terrible that I backed out on you that day.” I stepped inside and led him past my office to the living room with the ugly rug.

“You’re more than making up for it now.” He pulled me to a halt and kissed me, his hands capturing my face and his body pressing closer.

I caught my breath and pulled away. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’m certain that I want you. Are you?” He pressed his knee between my legs and I ground against him, feeling the thickness of his erection. I raised my hand and gripped it through his pants, as he sucked a breath through his teeth and bent forward to kiss my neck. “Tell me, Katherine.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve wanted you since I saw you on the veranda. I want you to take me like that.” Gooseflesh prickled down my neck as he breathed near my ear and walked me backward to my leather couch where we sat facing each other.

“You imagined it was you, didn’t you? You saw me in your mind after and you found your release.” I nodded quickly in response and he captured my mouth, his hand slipping beneath the silk of my dress and across my bare cleft.

“You naughty girl, you aren’t wearing any panties tonight.” I’d come prepared for anything, but mostly my dress wasn’t designed for panty lines. His eyes flashed and he lowered himself in front of me, kneeling as his hand gripped my thighs and parted them. “Show me what you did that night, how you touched it thinking about me.”

I slipped my hand downward and rubbed my swollen bud, the silky flesh glistened as he placed his hand over mine, and I shuddered as the pleasure rolled through me.

“You’re beautiful. I love that you did that thinking of me. Can I taste you, Katherine?” I nodded and moaned as his mouth closed on my mound and his tongue flicked at my sex, tickling until waves of pleasure beckoned my release.

I edged it until he lapped at me and inserted his fingers into my channel, it had been so long since anyone had penetrated me that deep and I came on contact, the moan strangling from my throat uncontrollably.

“That’s right.” A soft growl escaped him then he pulled out his fingers and pushed them into my mouth as he stood. I wrapped my lips tight around them and sucked my taste from them. “Take it out, Katherine. Show me that you want this.” He needed me to be the one to take this next step and I didn’t hesitate as I unzipped his pants and sprang his proud erection.

I met his eyes. “I do want this.” His broad tip was already weeping a pearly tear and I leaned forward, flicking my tongue to capture it letting his taste spread across my tongue and down my throat. His eyes flashed and I stroked his soft flesh and closed my mouth around him.

He growled out my name and then his hand stroked my cheek. “Look at me, Katherine.” I met his eyes on command and we gazed intently as I worked his length, gripping and stroking, tightening my lips at his base, and suckling until another bead of his nectar hit my tongue.

His hand reached down and rubbed my tight bud but then he pulled me to my feet and spun me around. His hands found the zipper of my dress and slid it down. “Step out of it.” He backed away and stared as I lost my dress and he dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them away. I wasn’t the only one who’d gone commando, and he undid his cuffs as I reached for my shoes.

“Leave them.” He worked the buttons on his shirt and slipped out of it, as I stood there naked in nothing but my heels.

“Would you like to go upstairs?” I’d dreamed of having him in my bed and remembered pleasuring myself at the thought that first night.

He ripped his tiny foil packet with his teeth and shook his head. “I can’t wait that long.” He sat on the couch and pulled me down into his lap, my ass landing just beside his sheathed erection. He cupped my ass and lifted me up, his bulbous head so close to my entrance, and then I inched my way down, surprised by the thick flesh spreading me to my limits and filling me up. I took it slow and settled around him before I began working my hips, riding him slow and steady, my breasts bouncing as he cupped and caressed them. My need grew more intense as he captured my nipple with his mouth, then grazed his teeth across the tender flesh.

With his urging, I sped my pace and cried out and he bounced me on his cock, lifting my ass, gripping the flesh and grinding me. “You feel so fucking amazing on me, Katherine. I’ve wanted you so bad regardless of any rules.” He lifted me up and spun us around until my back found the couch. His cock never left me and he pounded steady, tilting upward to gain purchase, and I cried out as he worked my most sensitive spot and then I shuddered beneath him as another orgasm rolled forth.

“That’s it, my sweet girl, come for me. Soak it good.” He whispered in my ear and each word tickled my core as the release pulsed through me, like waves crashing against my shores, rolling and rippling. One atop the other.

“I’m going to come again.” I cried out hoping he wasn’t going to end this before I was ready and he chuckled as I gripped my heels against his ass.

“I’m not going anywhere. When I come, I want to be deep inside that beautiful body of yours.” His words pushed me over again and my walls shuddered as I milked his cock, gripping his sex with mine until his own release poured. His mouth crushed down on mine and I held onto him tight until we both stilled.

He sat up and pulled me across his lap and kissed me. “You’re amazing.”

“Likewise.”

“Round two upstairs?” His breath was warm against my shoulder and I caught a chill. The warmth of my bed was as inviting as the idea of him inside me. I stood and held out my hand to lead him up and we made love until we were both spent and I fell asleep in his arms.

I woke the same way the next morning, as he stroked my hair.

He kissed my shoulder and I rolled over, grinding myself against him. “I’ve got to go, Katherine. I can’t believe I let myself stay all night. I guess I’ll have to add that to my list of broken rules.”

“Guess I’m a bad influence.” I stroked his chest until he rolled away to the edge of the bed.

“It’s my own fault. I never let myself stay all night after a party.” And just like that the reality of our actions hit me. He was a sex addict and I was his latest fix. Despite the nature of our relationship, this wasn’t going to be a long love affair. For a moment, I’d fooled myself when I should have known better. To him I was nothing more than a guest from his party; his usual Friday night, routine hookup. And without much more ado, he gathered his clothes and left.

Chapter 15: Grant

 

The weekend was over before it started it seemed and I couldn’t get Katherine out of my mind. Despite the urgings from my scheduled hookups I hadn’t been with anyone else and though Mila pushed, I hadn’t gone to the golf course on Sunday. Katherine Collins was under my skin and I felt like an ass for bailing on her the way I did.

Truth was, it scared me a bit, being in her bed and realizing I didn’t want to leave. I’d always left, no matter how good the sex, no matter how tired, I’d never spent the entire night with another woman. I didn’t want to make it about emotions. It was sex and nothing more. But Katherine made me want to hold her, want to feel her beside me through the night and wake up to her every day. She made me miss having that. She reminded me that I’d had it for so long, but no longer.

I sat in my room looking out the window toward her house. Half the day had gone and I’d only just decided to get dressed. What’s wrong with me? The phone rang on the bedside table and I leaned over to see my daughter’s smiling picture on the screen.

I hadn’t really spoken to her much other than texts and each time I heard her tone it was as if guilt were tapping me on the shoulder to remind me it was still there. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone and swiped on our connection. “Good to hear your voice.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been so busy and haven’t had a moment of privacy to talk. I wanted to call and let you know I’ll be a bit late tonight. I thought you could ask Katie to come keep you company.” The fact that she wanted me to hang out with Katie was enough to kick me in the balls, but I liked having an excuse to see her. I’d made things awkward, and now I needed to fix them.

“I’ll go over and see if she’s busy. What’s keeping you? I don’t recall there being anything work-related that should demand so much of your time. This isn’t about the failed relationship, is it?”

“No, Daddy. You’re going to have to face it that your baby girl is a woman and has a life of her own. Just because I’m busy doesn’t mean I’m in trouble.” I had a feeling that she was trying to deter me, but I had too many issues of my own to try and argue with her.

“Fine. I’ll try to remember that.” We ended our call and I decided that it was too pretty of a day not to be outside and I may as well walk over and see what Katie had going for the evening. Perhaps it would be a good time to talk and make things right.

I went out to my veranda and decided I’d go to the back door. I knocked and waited a bit until finally she appeared through the window and hurried to the door.

“Can I help you?” She kept her voice low and glanced back over her shoulder. I glanced inside and saw a man walk across her living room.

Her choice of words angered me. “Can you help me? What am I, a delivery boy? Who the hell is that?” I stared down at her as she pegged me with a hard glare.

She pushed me back and I hadn’t even realized I’d tried to go inside, or that my feet were firmly planted in her kitchen. I stepped out and she followed pulling the door shut behind her as she held a finger to her lips. “Shush! That’s a client!”

“Really? What’s he doing in your living room or has he graduated to the other couch too?” It was a shitty thing to say, but I couldn’t help it. Her mouth popped open and she stepped back until she was against the door.

“How dare you. I’m working from my office, but my client decided to take a bathroom break while I came out here to see what’s crawled up your ass.”

Fuck. It made sense and I was being irrational. “I’m sorry. I came to ask if you’d like to come to dinner.”

“I think you should have dinner with Halle alone.” She turned to go inside, but I put my hand on the door to keep her from opening it. “Are you mental?” She searched my eyes, but I closed the distance and kissed her.

Her lips were still beneath mine and I backed away feeling defeated. “I want to talk, Katherine. Tonight?”

Her expression softened around the eyes and she looked away. “I’ll be there. You’re right, we need to talk about things; get things straight so there are no hard feelings.”

“No hard feelings? You talk like you’re done with me.”

Her head snapped up and she glared at me as if to challenge me. “Was I more than a fix?” Her chin lifted and she squared her shoulders. “Was I?”

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind and I haven’t wanted anyone else. It’s new to me.” I didn’t know how to be more honest without declaring myself in love, which wouldn’t be fair or honest.

She glanced back to see the man standing in her kitchen as if he were lost. “Wait here. His session is over. I’ll see him out and take a break until the next arrival.”

I turned to look the other way as she went inside and I could hear her explaining how I was the neighbor. Their voices faded as she walked him to the office and minutes later she finally came back to let me in.

“You made me feel like just another fuck.” Her words surprised me as she turned and walked back into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“That’s the last thing I wanted to do, Katherine. I didn’t know what to do with my feelings and I bailed. I’m sorry.” I walked to her island and rested against it.

“Are you hungry? I’m having lunch.” She came away from the fridge with an armful of vegetables and piled them onto the counter between us.

I reached for her hand but she was too fast. “No. Just for you.” The words made her laugh. “I’m not being funny, Katherine, I want you.”

“What do you want me for? You have a whole slew of woman who won’t require you to have feelings for them.”

“Maybe I’m tired of not feeling. I’ve been numb for so long, and you’re finally making me feel things. I’ve realized what I’ve been missing.”

“Monogamy? Because I don’t think I’d want this any other way. Your party was interesting from a clinical stand-point, and I could sit and diagnose your friends all day, but I want to know the man I’m with is with me alone and craves me alone.”

“I can control myself.”

“Prove it.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you. You’re all I’ve thought about. I can be faithful if that’s what you want.”

“I want you to want it too, but I think it’s all too fast. Maybe even for both of us. And then there’s Halle. Not to mention your hang-ups about younger women.”

“You’re not like most younger women, Katherine.”

“Calling me Katherine instead of Katie might convince you of that, but I think you’re trying too hard.” She took out a knife for her vegetables and I felt like walking into it.

“The fact that you see that is further proving my case.”

“So say my name.” She glared at me with that raised chin and her green eyes narrowed.

I started around the counter and her eyes followed me. “Katie Collins. Halle’s best-friend. Twenty-something and the most incredible woman I’ve met in years.” I stepped up behind her and pressed against her, resting my head against hers as I kissed her neck. “Katie Collins, who I want under me, on me, to taste and touch. Katie.”

She dropped the knife and turned around, throwing her arms up over my shoulders. “See me. Not the sex.”

“I can do that too.” I lifted my shoulder to let her know it was an easy challenge, but she lifted her gaze to the ceiling and back as she giggled.

“I’m giving you a pop quiz.” She left her salad fixings and led us upstairs. My cock was already hard and ready by the time we made it to her room.

She stopped next to her bed and lay back. As I went to join her, she shook her head. “No, look at me. See me and find the most intimate part of me.”

“Your entire body is intimate.” She shook her head and gave me a challenging grin. “Can I use my mouth?” That brought out a giggle and then she shook her head and nodded toward my erection.

“You can’t use that either.”

“I’m not sure I like this game, but challenge accepted.” I placed my palm on her forehead and gazed deep into her eyes. “Everything I need to reach the rest of you is right in there. And what you don’t realize is, this is my favorite part of you, Katie.”

“You get an A, Mr. Roberts. You’re already making great strides in your recovery.” She closed her hand around my arm and pulled me down where she met my lips.

I deepened the kiss, but pulled away to catch my breath. “I guess I better not get you too wound up before your next client shows.”

She giggled, her mouth turned up in a sly smile. “I’m already wound up, so I guess it’s a good thing I have another two and a half hours before the next one shows.” After a moment, her eyes searched mine with as if they burned with desire.

“Then I should go before I fail the test.” I hung my head, fighting the urge to smile, but she planted a firm hand on my chest.

“The test is over. But maybe we should go for extra credit?” She ground her hips up against my hard length and kissed me deep.

 

Chapter 16: Katie

 

As my lips crushed against his, I knew there wasn’t any way I was going to let him leave without having another taste of him. He’d passed my test and now I wanted to give him a nice reward. I wasn’t sure it was good for his therapy, and maybe as his therapist I should reconsider, but I had my own selfish motives aching deep at my core, burning with a craving so desperate that it wouldn’t be ignored.

“Are you sure you have time for this? I know you’re working.” Grant’s hands betrayed his concern and soon my blouse went over my head and then he tossed it to the floor. He rose up on his knees, straddling me and I tugged the waist of his pants to let him know I wanted them gone. His shirt went next, and I didn’t miss a moment of his strong arms peeling it up and away from his tight abs and broad, muscular shoulders.

“Yes. I think I can fit you in Mr. Roberts.” I leaned forward and licked his bottom lip and he captured my mouth as his hands closed on my wrists to pull me forward. I sat up and worked the buttons on his pants and tugged his zipper down.

“You keep calling me Mr. Roberts and you’re going to give me a complex.” His voice vibrated against my collarbone and then he nuzzled against my ear spreading chills tingling throughout my body as I tugged his pants down around his ass.

“Well, it is your name. Don’t tell me that you still have hang ups about my age.” I gripped his erection close to the base. It was warm and heavy in my palm and I stroked him to the tip and then pulled him into my mouth. His breath hitched and then his fingers worked through my hair, pulling it free from the clips which made a clanking noise as they hit the floor.

“I’ve no issues with your age, Katie. And you can call me anything you want. Be creative.”

A soft smile played around my lips as I tried not to giggle. I’d test his theories and see if it really made no matter, but first, I wanted to keep my mouth working him. I gazed up into his eyes and sucked hard, gripping his base to milk a tiny taste of salt which hit my tongue, coating the spot. As I pulled away and caught my breath he stepped back off the bed and then took hold of it. His gaze slid across my body and I worked my way to the edge of the bed hoping to resume, but he dropped to his knees and before I could get situated he’d already ducked down between my thighs.

“I want to taste you now, greedy girl. You can’t have all the fun.” His arm went around my ass, tugging me closer, and then he palmed my breast, rubbing soft circles around my nipple with his thumb.

“It’s fun and I love the feel of you in my mouth; your taste.” I moaned and my head fell back as I inched my hips forward and lay against the bed.

“You’re delicious.” His breath was warm against my mound as he spoke, but then his tongue tended my bud as his fingers slipped deep into my channel. He spread the nectar he’d gathered around and tasted it as if to prove his point. He moaned out a sound of pleasure and met my eyes.

The aching need burned deep in me as his fingers continued to work, their pressure building my release. It ripped through me like a dam had broken and my walls quaked milking his fingers. He pumped his hand faster causing me to moan until a squeal of pleasure strained from my lips.

“I love it when you make that sound for me. You know what it makes me want to do?” His brow rose as if he was waiting for my response.

I rose up and leaned close to his ear. “No, Mr. Roberts, would you show me?”

He chuckled. “You know hearing you say that name does things to me. It makes me feel like a dirty old man.”

“You are a dirty old man.” I giggled against his lips as he kissed me.

“Yeah? Well why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap? Let me pat your ass.” He pulled back and then before I knew what was happening he plopped down beside me and pulled me into his lap.

“Mm, Please, Daddy.” I did my best to purr the words seductively and he belted a laugh as he swatted my ass. I jumped and rubbed the tender spot and then leaned over to the nightstand to get protection.

As he sheathed himself, he met my eyes. “Are you trying to shock me?” I shifted my hips as my ass nudged against his broad shaft and then I snaked my hand down to stroke him and center him against my entrance. “You said I could call you anything I wanted.”

He pressed his chest tight against my back and kissed my shoulder. “And that’s what you wanted?” He held me firm around my waist with one arm as I lowered myself accommodating every inch of his thick erection. “Does it turn you on?” he whispered against my ear.

I let my head fall back as I rode him gently, allowing my body to accept his considerable girth. “I’m just teasing you, but it’s not like I’ve ever called another man that in my life.” He took my chin between his fingers and turned my head over my shoulder to meet his mouth. His arm came around me and he stood, lifting me up against him as he spun us around to deposit me onto the bed.

As my knees hit the bed he pulled out of me and stepped back as I rolled over to face him. “Oh, you want to tease me, huh? So you do think it’s shocking.” He crawled up over me and lowered himself to my sex to plant a kiss against my mound. Then he sat up on his knees, stroking as he nudged his way between my thighs. His thick head pressed against my entrance, taunting me and urging me to slide down to it. I wanted it inside me, buried deep in my core and massaging my most erotic spot. He shook his head and pulled away from me and I groaned at his absence. “Now it’s my turn tease you, baby girl.”

I giggled at his use of the endearment and inched closer to rub myself against his thick head.

“Not so fast. Ask me nicely.” The set of his brow told me he was enjoying teasing me as much as I’d enjoyed teasing him with the taboo name.

The ache was building between my legs and I had the urge to rub my knees tight together, but with him wedged between them, all I could do was sit and let the need consume me. “Please.”

He inched a little closer, his cock pressing hard against me but before I could quench my ache, he stopped and pulled back. Panic shot through me and then a wave of disappointment. “No, please.” I giggled and he belted a laugh.

“Please what?” He taunted me with a sly grin as he rubbed his shaft against my lips to stroke it.

“Please, Mr. Roberts?” I was growing desperate but he held me still as I started to wiggle against him, hoping to get him inside me.

“No, no. That’s not what you want to call me. You can tease me all you want, Katie, but I think you misunderstand. I like being dirty and role play can be fun.” His eyes flashed and then he reached down and stroked his head against me, spreading my juices across my clit. I ground against him and the pleasure there was so intense that I hoped he’d never stop.

But he did, his eyes fixed on mine. “Say it, Katie.”

My face burned with blush as I closed my eyes. “Please, Daddy.” The request was but a whisper and he cleared his throat and inched inside me, stopping as soon as the rim of his thick head snapped inside my tight channel.

He worked it back and forth a bit, letting the rim work me. “Say it louder, Katie. Show me how much you need your Daddy.”

I giggled but he pulled away. “Please, Daddy.” I spoke it louder than before but he’d turned my attempt to tease him against me and I loved every minute of it.

“I think you can do better than that. Scream it for your daddy.” He nudged closer and my ache was so strong that I gripped him with my knees as my thighs bucked upward to get him deeper. “Say it!” His hand slapped against my ass sending a delicious lick of pleasure through me.

“Please, Daddy. Please!” His mouth crushed down on mine as the full length of him thrusted inside of me. He pounded and worked me in a nice, steady rhythm gripping my ankles and taking them over his shoulders. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, which was creaking and squeaking so loud that I wondered if it might break. I didn’t care. We could shred the room to splinters and I’d be fine as long as he stayed inside me.

He gave a wicked laugh. “Daddy’s going to fill you good.” My release came, splitting me apart and leaving me in a wet spot, but he kept pounding harder, working me deeper until his cock pulsed and his thick release poured.

I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him and before he could pull away, I dug in my heels and met his eyes. “More, Daddy.” My voice was so sweet and small and batted my lashes at him until he sighed.

“It seems I’ve got another girl I can’t say no to.”

Chapter 17

Grant

 

I didn’t think my daughter would ever leave, but thankfully after Sunday breakfast, she did. Whatever she had going, which I was certain I’d be aggravated about if I knew, it called her away from me once again. I normally wouldn’t like it, but with Katie next door to scratch my itches I needed my fix.

She had me so worked up that a mere thought about us, me buried insider her while she screamed out my name, and I’d get and instant hard on. I wasn’t sure it was doing my addiction any good, but at least I’d been monogamous since she’d come around.

As soon as Halle’s car left I hurried over and knocked on Katie’s back door. She walked out of the shadows of the living room and into the kitchen and as soon as she opened the door I rushed in and took her face into my hands to kiss her. Her arms slid around me and I kicked the door shut.

She pulled away and placed her hand on my chest. “Hey you. You’re early. I figured you’d be visiting with Halle for a bit.”

“She had things to do and people to see. I hurried over as soon as she left. I couldn’t wait to get my hands and lips on you again.” I smiled, gazing deep into her eyes. She was gorgeous, her hair was twisted up in a loose bun and her eyes were as bright as the smile on her face.

She pointed to the dust rag on the counter next to the furniture polish. “I’m doing a bit of my usual Sunday routine.”

“Well, you’ll be glad to know I’m not doing mine.” I chuckled but she gave me a quizzical look. “You do realize I haven’t been with anyone else but you, right? I’m not sure if you’re curing my addictions, but you’re definitely distracting me from the daily.”

“So what would you normally be doing?” Her eyes flashed with curiosity.

“You don’t want to hear about that.” I turned my head and looked away, but her soft fingers brought my chin around to meet my eyes.

“Yes, I do, or I wouldn’t have asked. I’m a big girl. It doesn’t bother me and I’m curious.” She shrugged her shoulders and tucked her chin keeping her big eyes on mine.

“Hmm. Want to see where I usually go?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes. I think I do.”

For some reason the idea of taking her to my usual destination made me hard as a rock. The blood flowed right to my cock.

She stepped away and went for her handbag. “Can I get a minute to freshen up? I probably shouldn’t go anywhere like this.” She fingered the loose strands of hair and I closed the distance between us and took her hand.

“No, you’re perfect, especially for where we’re going.” I took her hand and led her out the door, which she stopped to lock, and then we walked across the lawn and to my house where we cut through and went to the garage. I unlocked my classic Shelby convertible and opened the passenger door for her.

“You still have this car?” She slid into the seat.

“Yes, I do. When I was a teenager it was my dream car, so I can’t seem to stop loving her.” I shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s seat and when I plopped down into it, I turned to find her smiling. “What?”

“Nothing, I’ve always wanted to ride in your car.”

“Well, I’m glad you get the experience.” With that we were on our way. I took her out toward the club and it wasn’t long until she realized where we were headed.

“Are you taking me to the club? I thought you had some sort of sexual rendezvous on Sundays, not a golf game.” She glanced in the back of the car. “Do you have clubs in the trunk of this thing?”

“No, but there’s more to do at the club than play golf.” I pulled into the parking lot and drove around the circle drive in front of the main entrance, and then I looped around and went back to park away from prying eyes.

“You meet someone here?” She glanced around. “Are they expecting you today?”

“Probably, but I’m not interested in them at the moment. You wanted to see where I spend my Sundays. This is it. Well, a small part of my Sunday anyway.”

She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap the same way she liked to do in her office. “So, what do you usually do now?”

“Now? Well, my friend usually comes out to meet me and then we trade favors so to speak?” My balls ached admitting my indulgence.

“You mean a woman comes out here and you have sex in the parking lot?” Her brow rose, but she didn’t seem turned off. In fact, she tugged at the front of her blouse as I’d seen her do too many times when she’d gotten turned on.

“Sex, sexual favors, whatever you’d like to call it.” I lifted a shoulder as she narrowed her eyes and glanced over across the lot to the front circle.

“Do you pick her up out there? Is that why you took the loop?” She was very observant and I closed the space between us by leaning over for a better glance at the clubhouse.

“Yes. Do you think you can guess what happens next?” I had a feeling she could. Her eyes fixed on my crotch where my hard cock punched at the front of my pants waiting to be sucked.

She shifted in her seat, inching a bit closer and then she placed her hand in my lap and eased it a bit closer to my erection. She rubbed with a bit of pressure and then worked her way to graze my heavy sac before she took my thick rod into her hand. I kept my eyes on her, burning for her touch as she worked at my zipper.

Her brow rose. “Am I on the right track?” And then her hand gripped my cock and stroked, pulling it free of my pants.

I moaned and then reached out to tuck the loose strands that fell in her face as she licked her lips. “You are.”

She pumped my cock a few times while she licked her lips and then she leaned forward and closed her mouth around my cock, taking liberty with a hard pull which had me lifting my ass off the seat. “Damn you’ve got a hot mouth, baby girl.”

Her eyes met mine and then she looked away, bobbing her head quickly and relaxing her throat. I caressed her hair and held onto the twisted bun gripping it tight and nudging her deeper. She pulled in short breaths around me but worked me like a pro, greedily working her hand to milk a taste of my seed. I threw my head back and a soft curse slipped off my tongue, “Fuck.”

She twisted her hand and stroked me from base to tip, her mouth popping off and on me and then she pulled away and smiled, licking her lips as she jerked me, and I reached over and cupped her breast through her top. Her nipples were tight, perfect little beads and I caressed them as she took a deep breath and put her mouth to use.

I moved my hand from her breast and then slipped it into her pants and inched inside the elastic of her panties. I readied my fingers and dipped them into her folds to find her wet and ready, so I slipped them deep.

She moaned around my cock and her voice vibrated my balls and I felt the twitch as my load readied in my shaft. “Two second warning.”

Instead of pulling away, she only pulled back enough that my load didn’t go directly into her throat, and instead when my release spilled two seconds later, it hit her tongue where she gulped and gulped, taking every single drop. She even nursed me after, working me from my base, and we were so wrapped up in ourselves that I didn’t see Mila until it was too late. My eyes followed Katie as she sat up and wiped her mouth, smiling ear to ear, and behind her, stood Mila peeking into the car.

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to retreat, but by then Katie had seen her. Her face turned beet red and she quickly covered it with her hands. “I’m sorry” as Mila hurried away.

“Why on earth are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.”

“I’m sure she’s upset. I wouldn’t blame her if she is. I didn’t intend—

“You did nothing wrong. Besides, if you think I’m her only friend here, you’re mistaken.” I reached out and stroked her cheek and she leaned over and kissed me, her breath still salty with my seed.

A soft giggle erupted beside me and I looked up to see her covering her face again. “That was fun.” She scooted back into her seat while I adjusted my pants and tucked myself back into place.

“I’ve always had fun in semi-public places. Maybe now I can reciprocate in another one?” I had always liked doing things in odd places and I wondered where I could bring her.

“I’m not sure.” Her face burned bright red and she shook her head. “If we got caught, I don’t know if I’m that daring.”

“Sure you are.” I could tell that she wasn’t that comfortable and then it dawned on me where I wanted to take her.

“Sit tight, I know a place.” Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “Trust me, Katie. This is someplace special.”

Moments later I peeled out of the parking lot and sometime after that she gave me a suspicious glare. “We’re headed home, aren’t we? Don’t tell me you’ve got another patio table you want to break in.” She reached over and held onto my hand, but I pulled it away and then placed it on her mound, giving it a firm rub until her knees locked together and she moaned.

“Mhm, I’m going to give you something for that.” I put my hand back on hers and she was still rubbing her knees together when we got home.

I took her hand after I opened her car door and “Follow me.” I walked her upstairs and to my master bedroom.

Her eyes widened and her mouth went slack. “That is the biggest, most beautiful bed I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, it was special order.” I wasn’t going to tell her that my wife ordered it specifically for her end days. That she’d wanted to go out in a big, soft bed that was fit for a queen or that she was the only other woman who’d seen it besides the maid.

I closed the distance between us and wrapped her tight in my arms, kissing her neck up to her mouth where I lifted her up and carried her to the bed. As she stared up at me I knew it was right. She was worth it and I was going to make her feel as amazing as she deserved.

There was something about her. I wanted to take care of her in a way I’d never imagined I could anyone else since my wife had died.

She lay there, her chest heaving as she panted and I hoped that she was burning with as much anticipation as I was. I crawled up beside her and then cupped her mound. Then I made quick work of her clothes until she was stretched out in front of me her knees still locked tight. I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her knee and then gripped them, parting them so I had a much better view. Then I slid my arms up under her legs and hoisted her up, pulling her down closer to my mouth.

Her sex glistened and I rubbed my fingers through her juices and then brought a taste to my lips.

“Is this where you spend the other half of your Sundays with that woman?” I glanced up and shook my head. There was no accusation in her voice, only curiosity and I didn’t think she was asking me out of any type of jealousy. She seemed to be very accepting of the idea that I had been with others, but still I wanted her to know she was special.

I planted a soft kiss directly on the apex of her sex and then rested on my elbows to look up at her. “I’ve never brought another woman here.”

Her expression was blank but then the dawning of another thought lit her eyes. “This is Mrs. Roberts’ bed isn’t it?” I nodded. “And you’ve never brought anyone else here?” I could see the thoughts overwhelming her through her expression.

“I’ve been waiting for the right time and person; someone special and worthy.” I decided to leave it at that and then she extended her hand and pulled me up to meet her eyes, face to face, where she kissed me. It was a kiss of appreciation and her eyes were rimmed red with tears. Her arms wrapped around me so tight that I had to capture her hands and pry my way out of her hold. “Now lie back like a good girl and let Daddy take care of you.”

A wide smile spread her lips as she laid back and giggled. “Yes, Daddy.”

I gave her another quick peck on the lips and then slid down where I could get another taste of her. My tongue worked her clit as I slipped my fingers in to massage her as she writhed beneath me. I feasted for a good solid half hour, and as her release came, soaking her core and my tongue, I knew there was no way I’d ever get enough.

 

Chapter 18: Katie

 

Waking up to Grant Roberts was even better than I’d imagined. We’d been seeing each other steady and I hadn’t been so happy in ages. The only problem was, I couldn’t share my happiness with my best friend. Grant and I had even continued our normal sessions on Thursdays which were more of a this for that/quid pro quo sort of thing that ended with us giving my session couch a workout each time.

Even though he’d brought me to his bed, where he’d told me no one else had ever been aside from his late wife, I wouldn’t let myself be fooled into thinking it was more than a little fun for him, and I hadn’t let my expectations get too wild since we’d both agreed that Halle didn’t need to know we were seeing each other. How serious could a relationship be when it had to be kept secret from the person you loved most in life? And it made it even harder that person was the same for both of us. We both truly loved Halle and wanted nothing but her happiness above our own. Which is what sent me into a panic when I heard a knock at my door.

I threw on a robe and hurried to the stairs, stopping in my tracks when I saw Halle outside the back door window. I turned and went back up to warn Grant before she saw me. I shook him gently. “Halle’s at the door. Stay put and I’ll try to distract her.” He rolled over and grunted but went for his pants as I hurried out of the room.

“I’m coming!” I called out. I went to the door and let her in, knowing better than to stall her outside.

“What took you so long? I’ve been banging on this thing so long my knuckles are red.” She glanced around the house and then took a seat on a barstool at my island bar.

“Sorry, I was in the bathroom. Isn’t it a little early for you to be out and about?” I went for my coffee maker and inserted a cup. “Want some?”

“Sure. I’ve been to my father’s but he’s not home. Can you believe it? He’s obviously been out all night.” Her shoulders stiffened and she folded her hands in front of her.

“How do you know? It’s eight o’clock so maybe he got up and went out already.” I waited as the coffee drizzled out making a vulgar sound as it bubbled into my cup.

“I’ve been over there for an hour. His bed hasn’t been slept in and there is no sign of his usual morning coffee. I want to know who she is. It’s not like I’m opposed to him having a girlfriend, but the least he could do is introduce me.” She took a deep breath and looked toward the heavens. “Unless of course, she’s some gold-digging skank that’s half his age and he’s too ashamed to introduce me.”

My face burned. I wasn’t a gold-digging skank, but I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d think if she knew he was right upstairs. My stomach turned as I second-guessed what we were up to. “I’m sure your dad has better judgement than that. Is he used to dating younger women?”

“Not that I know of, but like I told you, I’m hearing things. Things a daughter doesn’t want to hear.”

“So who’s telling you these things and why would you believe them?” I hoped she’d confide, even though I had a good idea who the culprit was. “Tell me.”

“You remember Willa Brooks from college? I’ve spoken with her a few times lately and she tells me that she’s heard a thing or two from a friend of hers that’s been seeing my dad; some woman named Sylvie?”

“Where do you see Willa?”

“Well, turns out, we have a friend in common. Charles Smith. He lived in town until recently, which is why I’ve been doing a bit of traveling. She’s been helping him redecorate his house and well, I’ve been going out to stay with him.” The name meant nothing to me, but I was surprised that she hadn’t told me about the man. She’d only ever hidden one relationship with me and that had been because the older man had been abusive.

“So what does she say about your father?”

“Just that he’s seeing this Sylvie woman quite often and that he has these adult parties at his home. I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that my father is participating in some type of sex addict society or that he’s chosen some skank to toy around with. Willa told me all about her. She’s in her early thirties which makes her almost twenty years younger than my dad. I know he’s a beautiful man, but what would someone so young want with him other than his money?”

“You said this is some kind of society?” I placed her cup of coffee in front of her with a plate of biscotti.

“Surely you’ve heard of such a thing, what with your being a sex therapist and all. I’m all for a little kink, but I’m more of a relationship type of woman. It’s tough being so far away from Charles, especially knowing he’s insatiable himself. Besides, he has a past. He admitted his own struggles with sex addiction and well, that’s how he met Willa. They were going through counseling.”

My mouth hung open as it all sank in. “Wow, that’s quite a lot to take in.”

She pressed her palms to her cheeks and closed her eyes. “Yes, it is. I’ve been so stressed about it all, which is why I asked you to try and talk to my dad. I see how much counseling helped Charles.” Her phone made a sound and she glanced down. I held my breath hoping it wasn’t her.

“When was the last time you spoke with her?” The last thing I needed was Willa Brooks telling Halle that I’d been to the house for a sex party. Although I had sat out and nothing had happened in my presence that Willa would have seen, I wasn’t sure I could convince Halle that the party was nothing more than a social gathering. I prepared myself for her response.

She ignored the phone and placed it back into her purse. “It’s been a week. She’s gone into quiet mode, which is rare, but honestly, I’m getting tired of hearing from her. It’s bad enough I’ve been spying on Daddy by calling the club, I feel like a total loser.”

“Then why spy? He’s a grown man, Halle. So what if he’s having a bit of fun. He’ll be careful, I’m sure.” I took a long pull from my coffee and nibbled at the biscotti.

“Because it’s embarrassing.” Her expression fell and she shifted in her seat and fidgeted with her phone again as it made another sound.

Her answer stung. No matter what she might think of some stranger seeing her father, she’d surely think her best friend and her father was the worst embarrassment possible. I thought of Grant upstairs in my bed, the amazing sex we’d been having had been the best of my life and I never wanted it to end, but it had to. I couldn’t go on living a lie, especially since Willa could play her card at any time. I’d have to talk to Grant and we’d have to figure out what to do, tell her or not we’d have to end it. I couldn’t hurt Halle.

She glanced up from her phone. “I’ve got to get going. I’m heading out of town tonight to see Charles. Don’t say anything to my dad. He’s been suspicious of me having a boyfriend and I’m not ready to spring Charles on him just yet. He’s a tad older than me and I think Daddy will flip out.”

My eyes widened and I could only imagine that Grant was upstairs hearing our entire conversation. The house was still empty enough for sound to echo.

As soon as she left I hurried upstairs to find him in a rage. He paced the floor, his fingers entwined in his hair as he scowled. He stopped and met my eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard it was not to rush down there and shake some sense into that girl?”

Grant had never spoken a harsh word against his daughter and I’d known he’d never laid a hand on her, not even in the form of a spanking. “Calm down. I’m sure she’ll tell you about her boyfriend eventually.”

“You don’t have a clue. Charles Smith was a member of my group until Sylvie got too attached to him. Things got ugly between her and Willa, when Charles left our group and moved to a different town. Willa blamed Sylvie.”

“So, wait. This Willa is running her mouth to your daughter because she hates Sylvie?”

“That and I’d say more specifically because I turned Willa down. I refused to partner with her when she’s drawn because of her age and she despises the embarrassment it brings her. She’s claimed it doesn’t bother her, but I’d suspect she’s getting even by running her mouth.”

“I can see why that would upset you.” If I’d signed a NDA then the rest of them had as well. They were in violation of their discretion rules.

“Do you think I give a shit about that? I’m more concerned with the asshole using my daughter.” His jaw clenched so tight the muscle feathered as his nostrils flared.

“What if he’s recovered and changed? He might really love Halle. It could be perfectly innocent.” I hoped my words would soothe him, but his shoulders broadened as he took in deep breath and doubled his fists.

“That piece of shit isn’t worthy of my daughter. He’s been around the block more times than I can count and he’s only seven years younger than me.”

“It’s not much different than us. I think we should stop seeing each other, Grant. It’s only going to hurt Halle in the end. I don’t want to lose my best friend.” His eyes bore into me, and without another word, he pushed past me and left.

Chapter 19: Grant

 

Halle probably had expected to find me in better spirits when she showed up Monday for breakfast. I’d missed her company through the weekend again and now that the truth was out, I understood why. She’d been to see Charles again. I gritted my teeth as she spread jam on her toast and told me another lie.

“I can’t tell you how good it is to have a nice breakfast with you, Daddy. I considered sleeping in, but it’s such gorgeous weather we’re having, how could I resist?” She slathered that toast a bit heavier than usual and it didn’t escape me how thick she was laying it on me. I swallowed another sip of bitter black coffee and remained silent.

“Daddy, I swear you’re quiet this morning. Is everything okay?” She bit into the toast and closed her eyes as if savoring the bite.

“You’ll have to excuse me if I’m not in an equally sunny mood.” I took the knife and spread my own toast with butter.

“Did something happen at work?” She placed the toast on her plate and dabbed her mouth with her napkin, squaring her shoulders as if she were ready to hear a confessional.

“It’s more of a personal matter.”

Her brow twitched upward and she kept her eyes focused on her plate. “Is it a woman?” She glanced up and met my hard glare.

“Why don’t we talk about you? Where you’ve been the past two days and with whom?”

Her face fell and she scowled hissing Katie’s name under her breath. “So tell me how are those sessions going?”

“This has nothing to do with Katie. It has to do with your honesty. And as for the sessions, they’re done. I’m not going back.”

“Well good! I’m not sure it’s fair that I’m not supposed to discuss your precious sessions but it’s perfectly okay for her to blab to you about my personal life.”

“She didn’t tell me anything. She didn’t have to. I know your Charles Smith. He used to belong to the same group your sweet friend Willa has been telling you about.” Her eyes widened but I lifted my hand to keep her silent. “I know all about her too. You think I didn’t know you’d been talking to someone after getting me to go to counseling and all the silly questions about my personal life. Not to mention you’ve been running off out of town every chance you get.”

“Did you hire a PI or did your little girlfriend tell you?”

“Your little girlfriend was wrong, Halle. I’m not in a relationship, but maybe you should ask her why she’s so obsessed with what I’m doing. Ask her how she knows my whereabouts because I’m sure she’s lied to you about where she’s getting her information.”

“She said she’s friend with your girlfriend. She tells her everything, including how she’s planning to trap you.”

“Willa Brooks is a member of that same group. She used to pair off with your boyfriend before he moved away, though I guess I shouldn’t call him a boy. He’s too old for you. I want you to stop seeing him.”

Halle’s eyes filled with tears and she put her napkin back to her mouth, balling it into her fist. “He said they met at a therapy group.”

“He lied.” I took another sip of coffee hoping it would calm my nerves.

“I want you to stop having those parties, Daddy. It’s embarrassing. Having someone tell me my own father is involved in such things.” Her eyes shot up to mine as she gasped. “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with Willa!”

“Willa’s problem with me is that I don’t. She’s not my type.” No, my type was the gorgeous Katherine next door. The one I couldn’t get off my mind, the one I wanted so badly it hurt. But she had made her choice and I understood, even though I didn’t like it. Truth was, I didn’t want to lie to Halle. I hated that we had secrets from one another, especially the secrets she’d been hiding.

“I can’t believe he lied to me. I bet Willa’s been having a good laugh. I’m surprised she didn’t call me this week to tell me what happened and rub it in.” Halle wiped her eyes and I thought about Willa not calling. Of course she wouldn’t now that she knew Katie had exposed her. I was certain that was the reason and it worked out for me. She’d never blab about us being there together. I could put everything behind us.

Halle cleared her throat. “Promise me you’ll keep going to see Katie, Daddy. You need to work through this issue and move on. Katie’s a good listener. She’s also the only person I can trust with you.”

I took a deep breath and looked away. “I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Although, she could develop a crush on you, she does like older men. I bet you’re just her type too, tall, dark and handsome.” She sniffled and let out a tinny giggle as I stared blank faced. “I’m kidding!”

“Knock it off. And I mean with Charles Smith. He’s not good enough for my little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl, daddy. I’m only a couple of years younger than your therapist. If she’s mature enough to spill your problems to, then you should be able to talk to me, Daddy. You should also understand what I see in Charles. We’ve had a few rough times, but we’ve been working it out. I guess now I’ll have to confront him about Willa though.” She lowered her chin and picked at her toast.

“Don’t make me get involved, Halle. I will and it won’t be pretty.” I was already going to have to quit my own group because of Willa, but I would not have them using my daughter to get digs at me. Whatever little game Willa was playing needed to end immediately.

Halle pushed her plate aside and stood. “I’ll take care of it, but only if you continue with the sessions and promise to stop going to that damned group. You need help, Daddy.”

I couldn’t promise her something I had no control of and I couldn’t tell her why Katie didn’t want to see me. “I won’t promise you that.”

“Then don’t threaten me! If you’re not willing to get help, you’ve got no room to tell me how to live my life!” She turned and stormed out and as expected, she didn’t show up for dinner.

I spent the rest of my day being angry and holding myself back from finding Charles Smith and punching his sorry face. I couldn’t help but hear Katie’s voice over and over in my head. It’s no different than us. It certainly was different. I respected her, I cared about her, I could actually love her. But Charles, he didn’t love Halle and he’d never give up others the way I had to be faithful. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t been with anyone else or even wanted anyone else since Katie. Despite her therapy, she’d surely cured me. And I feared without her, I’d only find misery.

Chapter 20: Katie

 

I hadn’t heard a peep out of Grant since he’d stormed away from my house. Ran. He ran. And I couldn’t blame him. I’d told him I didn’t think we should see each other and I suppose he agreed. I imagined the reality had hit him as hard as it hit me and I guess I should’ve been happy. I didn’t ever have to face Halle knowing I was continuing the lie. Yes, there’d always be a huge secret from her, but I’d never tell knowing it would only hurt her and for no good reason.

I finished my last session of the day hours before and had given myself the afternoon off when the noise started outside my backdoor. I went to the window and watched as a landscaping company backed their truck up to unload the bed which was piled with trees. That stings.

My phone rang minutes later as I watched the first tree go in the ground and I looked over to see Halle with her phone to her ear, headed my way. Sure enough her smiling profile image donned my screen. I answered and said hello as I opened the door.

“Hey,” she said hanging up her phone. “I didn’t realize you were watching, I’d hoped I hadn’t interrupted your session with all the noise.” She didn’t seem upset with me, so I guessed that Willa hadn’t told her anything about seeing me at her dad’s latest party.

“Not at all, I’m taking the afternoon off.”

“So you already know that Daddy decided to stop coming?”

My smile faded. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting him.”

Halle touched my hand. “I’m really sorry he’s being strange. We had a fight and well, he’s being pig-headed. I’m trying to talk him into coming back.”

“That’s not good to pressure him.” I knew she’d be unsuccessful. He’d surely come to his senses. The ache in my chest grew as I remembered the intimacy between us. “I mean, most clients come at their own will. Maybe that was the problem all along.”

“Maybe, but I still think he needs to talk to someone.” She closed her arms around her front and stared at the floor as if something was weighing on her pretty heavily.

“Are you okay? You said that the two of you had a fight?” I held my breath and hoped I wasn’t a part of it.

“Turns out he knows Charles. To be honest I thought you had said something to him about what I told you.” She gripped my arm and shook her head. “Not that I think you’d snitch, but I didn’t know how he knew.”

“It’s okay, really.” I didn’t blame her and the guilt was eating away at me. I didn’t know if I could live forever with the secret eating away at me, but it was better than hurting Halle.

“You know, Daddy has his ways about him. No telling how he found out but I’m sure I don’t want to know. He’s asked me to stop seeing Charles.” She pulled her hand back and held her middle again. I had a feeling she hadn’t done as requested, so I decided to ask.

“So have you broken it off?”

“As if. I really like Charles and though we’ve had our back and forth lately, I think it could work. Besides, the sex is amazing.”

I considered pointing out her hypocrisy when my doorbell rang. I left her in the kitchen as I hurried past my office and to the front door. I threw it open to find Grant on the other side and he didn’t waste time as he rushed past me.

“I know you said you want to stop seeing me, but Katie we need to talk about this.” He raked his fingers through his hair as my eyes widened and I grabbed his arm to pull him into my office.

“Grant, shush. Halle’s—

He protested and continued. “No, let me finish! I can’t stop thinking about you. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“What?” Halle’s voice sounded from down the hall and we’d only made it to the doorway of my office when Grant had pulled me to a stop and blurted out his emotions. I peeked around the door and saw her standing wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open.

Grant turned and saw his daughter, his eyes widened as big as saucers. I clutched my collar and stared between the two of them as Grant ended the awkward silence. “I thought you went home.”

Her eyes welled up with tears and my heart sank. “I thought I’d come tell Katie you weren’t coming tonight and about the trees. But I see you two do enough talking on your own.”

She walked back to the kitchen and we both ran after her. I pushed Grant out of the way and tried to take her by the arm only to have her pull away. “Halle, please let us explain.”

“You both lied to me! You’re the younger woman. Willa said there was probably more than one.” She turned to glare at her father and I shook my head. “How could you let him use you, Katie? What did you think you’d gain? I know you’re desperate and lonely, but shit! He’s my dad!” I knew the words came from anger so I didn’t mind the sting. I deserved anything she wanted to dish out.

“I’m so done with you both.” She pushed past and as I tried to stop her, Grant took my arm and pulled me back.

“Let her go. She’ll cool off.”

I pushed back and slapped his arms away from me. “What are you thinking? She’s going to hate me now! You’re her father, she can’t stay pissed off at you, but I’ll lose her forever!” Tears pooled in my eyes and he took my face in his hands and pulled me closer, soothing me with soft sounds.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise. She’s just shocked. It’s better this way, now she knows.” He turned my face towards his, keeping his hands planted firmly on each side, covering my ears. “I don’t want to be without you, Katie.”

I buried my head in his chest and let the tears fall. I was happy and sad all at once, the emotion washing over me in waves so I didn’t know what to do other than cry it out. I was happy because I’d missed him too. I didn’t know how or if it could work out, but had hoped that somehow it would. When I’d seen those trees going up I had thought it was because he was putting up a wall between us. But now I knew the wall was Halle. His lips crashed down on mine and I couldn’t reciprocate.

“I can’t do this. I can’t be with you until I know Halle is okay with it and she won’t ever be. I won’t trade her for you. I can’t do that to her. I can’t chance it if it’s going to kill our friendship.” I stepped away and wiped my eyes. “Please leave.”

“Katie, please. It’s all out in the open now and we’ll work it out.” His offer was so tempting but I couldn’t go through with it.

I walked to the door and held it open. “Please don’t make this any harder than that it already is. Please leave.”

He walked outside and turned around, holding the door open. “I’m not going to give up on us. I’ll talk to her.”

“She won’t want us together.” He knew her as well as I did and I couldn’t ever see her being okay with this.

“Fine, I’m going. But tell me you don’t want me, Katie. Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you.”

“I can’t. I do want you. I want it all, but not at the expense of my friendship. It will change everything. She’s all I’ve ever had and you should understand that more than anyone.”

He nodded as if it were finally sinking in and without another word he walked away. I watched as he took the path to the front gate and then I shut the door and went to my office.

I lowered myself to the sofa and considered calling Halle and begging for her to forgive me. I remembered that time we’d gone to the island, she’d told me I was part of her family and she wanted me to come along on the family vacation, even knowing that she wasn’t going to have much time left with her mother, she’d wanted me close for support.

I’d betrayed that with my selfishness and my only hope is that she’d forgive me and we’d move past it, but I had a feeling I’d made the most unforgivable mistake.

Chapter 21: Grant

 

I looked out over the hills of the island and toward the valley where I’d stood harnessing Katie all those years ago. I wished I could have talked her into coming with me, but since Halle had found out I was in love with her best friend, she’d been giving me the silent treatment and I was sure she’d given Katie the same.

She only needed a little time and I hoped that by the time I decided what to do with the Henderson property, she’d have come around.

I’d not come to the islands much since my wife had passed, but it was sure a special place full of memories. To justify the purchase of the Henderson property I’d considered moving out there full-time. It could be a welcome escape from home especially with Katie living so close. It wasn’t like I had my group parties to look forward to and I’d not been able to even imagine myself with another woman other than Katie. I strolled the property a bit longer, checking over every inch of the house and it’s grounds, which were still heavily damaged in some placed from the fire, but still had great potential. I could get it for a steal considering the work I’d have to put into it and then I could always sell it. Real estate was my game after all, and if I could make a billion working with commercial and private estates, I could flip the Henderson place without issue.

The owner had chosen to wait downstairs and I made my way off the balcony where I’d gone for one more glance at the view while I made my final decision.

“I’ll take it.” I held out my hand, but the woman’s face seemed puzzled.

“You mean, buy it or take it on to sell it?” She thought I was there to scope the home and try to sell it.

“Yes, I think I can make it my pet project and I’ll settle things now and save your time if you’re ready or I can give you a bit of time to think.” Giving her time was me being courteous, but I didn’t have a doubt she’d be chomping at the bit for my payout.

“That’s fine with me.” Those words had always made things easier, and I didn’t mind her fair price. Actually it was under market despite the small fire taking its toll.

“Get the title ready and I’ll wire you the money so we can sign.” I found myself smiling on my way out though I didn’t feel like it. This project meant I’d be taking more time away from home, like it or not. Two minutes before I’d been ready to busy myself only to find that, once I had the work, it didn’t interest me. At least I had something to do. Overseeing the remodel would be perfect.

I decided to put off calling Halle and telling her the good news. She’d be pleased that I’d taken on the property and would be expanding out beach, but with us not being a hundred percent, I’d likely not get the reaction I wanted.

I wondered if that would be the best way to go about it, to just call her up and act as though nothing had happened. As her father, I could get away with it. Poor Katie had something much harder to deal with.

I hated seeing Katie cry and thinking of her in that state was enough to soften me up and spread the guilt throughout every part of my soul. I’d wanted to hold her and tell her it would all be okay, but then, I’d had the same strong desire to do that for my daughter. I guess it was the daddy in me. Always trying to make things better and provide.

I wondered if Katie was working and that led to thoughts of how many men she’d had on her couch. How many of them interested her in the same way I did. Jealousy burned in my heart as I thought about anyone else having her. When I’d invited her to the group, I had no intention that she’d sleep with anyone else. I wanted to make sure that she was treated right and I guess all the way back then, I had decided that I was falling for her.

I strolled across the beach and returned to my home a bit later and walked into the sound of water running in the shower. No one had come with me on the retreat, so I narrowed my eyes and went into the steam-filled room.

Through the half-steamed shower glass, I saw Katie. She was lathering up and standing away from the spray, and my blood rushed through me, stiffening my cock.

She stopped moving as if she’d heard me. “Hello? Grant?”

“It’s me.” I called out hoping to calm her nerves and she stepped back into the spray.

“I’ll just be a second. I fell down getting off the plane.” The spray shut off before I could suggest stepping into the warm water with her and giving her a shower of my own.

“Take your time.” My heart raced and I stepped out to give her some privacy not knowing what kind of circumstance had brought her to me.

“I had to come see you.” The voice was closer than it should be and I turned around to find she’d thrown on a robe and left her hair dripping went around her shoulders.

“I’m glad you did.” I didn’t know what else to say, so short, sweet, and the truth seemed like the best call.

“I’m sorry about the other day.” She crossed the bedroom room and went to her suitcase, which I hadn’t noticed was laying on the floor. She searched for her clothes and I thought how convenient. I wanted to undress her, especially of the old ratty bathrobe, but she was more interested in putting something on.

“It’s understandable, though I still don’t like it.” I hoped she’d make her point and go, but then I realized she’d come all this way. “Get to the point, I’m sure you didn’t blow money on a plane ticket to come tell me it’s never going to happen.”

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t pay at all. Halle sent me.” Her grin spread wide and she dropped the robe to pull on her panties and jeans as I stood there with my mouth gaping.

“Halle knows you’re here? Did she come too?” I imagined it was a fun girl weekend they’d made to work out their best friend issues.

She pulled a soft cotton tee over her naked breasts. “No, she didn’t come, but she sends her regards. I talked to her about everything. She said it’s going to take some getting used to, but she was never angry about us being together, only that we hadn’t told her.”

“So does this mean I get a second-chance?”

She looked down to the floor. “Are you sure you still want one?”

I crossed the room and threw my arms around her, drawing her close as my lips fell against hers. She was crazy if she thought for a moment I’d miss any chance to be with her.

“I do want this. I’ll always want you, Katie.” The thought came to mind about the house I’d only agreed to buy not ten minutes earlier. I closed my eyes and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” She glanced up at me with those sultry green eyes and met them with a shake of my head.

“Nothing, I was only thinking that if you’d shown up sooner I might not have spent so much money on the house next door.”

Her eyes widened. “You bought the house next door?”

“Yes, I thought it would be a perfect distraction and a good reason to stay away from you. You know—something to keep me busy.”

“I hurried as soon as I could, but we had to wait for your pilot to arrive. He wasn’t happy about the turnaround.”

“You took my private plane?” I thought about my poor pilot and how I’d promised him a whole week back home with his family. “Carl had a vacation planned.”

“He’s already left for home. Halle insisted.” She pressed her lips to mine again and my phone rang out.

I pulled away and took my phone out of my pocket. It was Halle. I held up the phone to show Katie and she laughed. “I’m glad I’ve got a persistent daughter.”

“And a persistent girlfriend.” She giggled as I put the phone to my ear to greet Halle.

I nodded. “Thank you, Halle.” I heard a squeal through the phone and then she cleared her throat.

“Hi, Daddy. I was hoping she got there all right. I just wanted to call you and tell you I’m sorry. You were right about Charles.” I hated that I’d been right about the guy, but Halle didn’t seem bothered.

“Sorry, honey. I hope it works out.” I wanted her to be as happy as I was with Katie, and I knew she could do better for herself than Charles Smith.

“Oh, it has. I’ve met the hottest guy ever. He’s a personal trainer and I’ve got appointment with him later.” Another squeal escaped and I let her go on about the man. At least he was her age and employed. I bit my tongue and took a seat on the bed and Katie sat beside me waiting patiently. I couldn’t be happier. I had both of my girls and things were looking up.

Chapter 22: Katie

 

I didn’t think that Halle would shut up about her new boyfriend and after she told her dad all about him and hung up the phone, Grant turned to me with a sullen look about him.

“A physical therapist, that’s what my baby girl’s into this week.” He raked his hand through his hair and then scrubbed his face with his palms.

“She’ll be fine. She’s a big girl.” I lay my head on his shoulders and he pinched my chin, lifting my eyes to his.

“She is being very mature about the two of us. I’m glad.” He leaned forward and kissed me, this time with more conviction and I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted me into his lap and lay back. I stretched out atop him, letting my legs part to straddle his hips.

He tugged at the hem of my shirt and I lifted my arms so he could free me of it and then I worked at his zipper, the damn thing giving me a fit until I finally got it down. I slipped my hand into his pants and then took him firmly in my grip. He was hard and ready for me and I didn’t waste any time sliding off his legs and down between them. He rose from the bed, his hands brushing my hair smooth as I stroked his silky flesh.

He smiled as our eyes stayed fix on each other and I didn’t look away as I wrapped my lips around his swollen bell. His flesh was warm in my mouth and I sucked hard, pulling upward only to retreat again.

“You’re so sexy when you do that.” He chuckled and I smiled around his cock, letting my tongue flick out to tickle his shaft until a small drop of my reward pulsed from his tip. I wanted more and I enjoyed the praise. As I relaxed my throat to take him deeper, he leaned forward and slipped his finger between my legs. The flesh there was warm as well, and he touched my wet folds and spread the honey he’d collected to the apex of my mound, that place of sweet mercy that had been aching since I stepped out of the shower and saw him again.

He applied the perfect amount of pressure to pleasure me and I moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating from my throat and causing him to moan too. He slipped his arm up under mine and coaxed me up, pulling me away from his delicious erection.

“Lay with me, I want to taste you as well.” He scooted to the center of the bed and I knelt beside him, taking his length back into my hand, stroking it as he reached for my legs. I spread out and turned to my side as he urged me toward his mouth. We worked each other through my first orgasm and he quickly pulled away and got behind me.

“I want in you.” He leaned over to the nightstand, opening the drawer to retrieve protection and I waited with sweet anticipation as he sheathed himself. Soon his cock was teetering at my entrance and he held my hips, my ass tilted upward, ready for him.

In one hard thrust he buried himself inside me and I cried out at the sweet pleasure that boiled between my legs. He pumped steady and worked me over until another wave of ecstasy burned through me. I sat up on my knees as he thrusted and turned my head, finding his mouth was ready for me. I tasted myself on his lips and slipped my tongue into his mouth letting him taste his own need. He growled and pulled back, but I turned so fast I climbed back on him before he could take a breath. He lifted me up and carried me to the wall beside the bathroom door and I felt the wall at my back as I slammed against it. I barely felt it. All of my thoughts were focused lower, where the heat of his thick, long cock worked my depths. I ground against him, as he dug in, his hands gripping my ass tighter after each thrust.

I took a deep breath and found my voice. “Take me to the table.”

“Dirty girl, why do you want me to do that?” He lifted a brow and let out a chuckle.

“You know why. I couldn’t take my eyes off you with those powerful shoulders and the look on her face. I want to feel that same pleasure.” He turned, still holding me against him as he walked me out to kitchen and spread me out on the table. He lifted my legs up and rested then on one shoulder as he thrusted and buried himself back into my depths.

I gripped his muscular arms and let my hands work their way up as he leaned forward to kiss me and with that I shuddered as my release ripped free, clenching and easing around him. I milked him, even after the waved stopped crashing and not long after he pushed up hard and deep and his cock twitch inside of me, spilling his thick seed.

I wanted to taste him. I needed to have him in my mouth so as he pulled back, I slipped down and nestled myself closer, my mouth and tongue lapping at his sensitive sac. He slipped off the condom and stroked his cock then I greedily pulled it into my mouth and worked him while he shuddered through his aftershocks.

I loved the taste of him and I knew in my heart I never wanted to lose him. Things had been so crazy and being with him seemed so surreal, I didn’t want it to ever end.

Soon his cock grew even harder in my mouth, filling up my throat with his veiny flesh. And as he worked his hips closer, gripping my hair to control the depth, I nursed gently, pulling forth another load. He pulled back and it landed on my tongue giving me a full taste of his delicious seed. I pulled away and flashed a proud smile as I licked my lips and wiped my chin.

“I’m so glad I found you. You’re all I’ll ever need, Katie. He led me across the room and to the closest chair where he pulled me into his lap and nuzzled against my neck. “I love you, Katie.” The words were whispered so softly but they shot to my heart as if he’d screamed them from the rafters.

“You do?” I put my hand to my mouth, not believing that I’d given the response. I hoped it hadn’t hurt him that I didn’t reciprocate with the same sentiment, but instead he nodded.

“I do. I knew it when I lost you. I don’t ever want to lose you again. Promise me I won’t.” He kissed my shoulder and laid his head against me.

“You won’t, Grant. I love you too, more than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

He brushed a loose strand from my face. “How would you like to live with me back home?” The words had me reeling, but I’d only been in my house a short time. I loved that house but I loved him more.

“It’s only the first step. Jump with me, Katie. I won’t let you fall, I promise. I’ve got you harnessed in tight and I’m not letting you back out on me this time.”

“Yes. I want to. No more regrets.” His lips captured mine and he kissed me deep, and I knew no matter what happened from then on, I was his and he’d take care of me. I closed my eyes and imaged me all those years ago, backing out at the last minute. No more. I was taking that leap with him.

Epilogue: Katie

 

Halle’s fingers worked their magic in my hair and I sat back letting the comfort wash over me like a warm bath. I couldn’t believe how mellow I was, but over the past eleven months, Grant had made me so happy and comfortable I’d learned how to enjoy the small things in life.

“Your hair looks amazing, Katie. You’re going to be the prettiest bride ever.” She brushed back another strand and wrapped it in the curling wand.

“I still think we should have hired someone so you could relax too.” She’d been doing so much work as my bridesmaid, on top of assuring me that everything would be perfect, even if she had to do it herself, which she had for the most part, I was concerned she couldn’t enjoy it.

“I’ll have the rest of my life to relax when this wedding is behind us. Besides, it’s not every day that my best friend gets married, and I’ve always wanted to do your hair. It shouldn’t be any different because I’m related to the groom.” She had a point and I felt myself drifting again as her fingers relaxed my curls.

“Is it terrible that I’m so calm I’m falling asleep?”

“No, but you better wake up so I don’t accidentally burn you.” There came a knock on the door and I lifted my head to see Grant peek in. Halle dropped the curling iron to its resting rack and hurried to the door as he pushed himself inside. “Out! You’re not allowed to see her before the wedding!”

She crossed the room but wasn’t fast enough to stop him. “Stop being ridiculous with the old wives tales, I wanted to see my best girls before I leave for the altar.”

“Fine, but no kissing, you’ll only mess up her lipstick.”

“Do you hear how my daughter talks to me. I can’t imagine how she’ll talk to her stepmother.” He chuckled at his little joke and Halle and I rolled our eyes. He’d been teasing us both since he’d proposed.

It had happened the night after Christmas. We’d finally gotten our island home expansion complete and he was so thrilled to have Halle there with us that he wanted to solidify our family. It was the perfect time and I couldn’t believe he wanted it. Halle had known before me, and she was there for it. We both had cried and I’d accepted before he’d gotten the words out of his mouth.

“You both look beautiful. My two angels.” Grant kissed my hair and then did the same to Halle.

“You look so handsome, Mr. Roberts” I used the name because I knew it sent Halle’s gag reflex into motion.

“Go! You’ll see her before you know it. She’s in good hands, I promise.” Halle pulled him by the hand and urged him out of the room and I blew him a kiss as I giggled and waved.

“You’ll have the rest of your lives to be that sappy.” She put the finishing touches to my hair and then sprayed it in place.

“It’s not sappy.” I inhaled to laugh and tasted the spray fog as she pushed the nozzle. I coughed and we shared a laugh.

“Do you call him Mr. Roberts in bed?” She made a face and stepped back. “Don’t answer that.”

I turned and took her hands. “Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”

“Katie, you’ve always been like family to me and even though I nicknamed you Mother May-I and never thought you’d be marrying my father, you’ve always looked out for me. I want you both to be happy. I can’t think of a better person for either of you.”

Tears filled my eyes and she stepped away to grab a tissue. “No. No. No. You can’t cry. You’ll mess up your face. Save that for the vows.” She dabbed my eyes and I took her hands.

“I love you, Halle. You’ve always been so good to me. I’m proud to be a part of your family.”

She hugged me and then I glanced to the clock. “I’ve got to get finished up or I’ll be late.” With that we went into a frenzy of trying to get the last touches before slipping my dress over my head.

Minutes later I was walking down the aisle. The fresh smell of flowers filling my nose as I drank in my groom. He had never looked more handsome, his piercing gray eyes ringing red with happiness as he beamed a smile in my direction.

Halle stopped near her father and took my bouquet. Then as the minister asked who presented me, she stepped forward and gave a proud I do.

Tears filled my eyes as I took his hand. The rest of the ceremony was a blur, but I’d never forget the moment his own I do fell from his lips or the kiss that sealed us together forever.

It had been a long journey from that moment he’d harnessed me in, preparing me for the jump, but he was more than worth the wait.

The End.