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.