All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My body still felt like it belonged to him. Every time I shifted, I could feel the faint ache he left inside me — a reminder of just how completely he had taken me. The room still smelled like him, like us, like sex. And the worst part? My body reacted to that scent alone, heat curling low in my stomach again, like I hadn’t just come undone under him an hour ago. However, he was unable to control himself when he was near me. And that worked for us both. Because I didn't want him to ever hold back again. We're not getting rid of each other anytime soon. But now, as I sat on the couch in his room, my feet on his lap, i could feel my body relaxing. I felt so at ease. Except for down there, though. I don't think I'd ever get use to his size. He was so huge. So large. Even now, my walls fluttered at the memory of how he’d pushed into me, slow at first, stretching me inch by inch until I could barely breathe. I’d never felt anything like it. Never felt so full…so claimed. It didn’t ma

ELI'S POV FEW WEEKS BACK I'm in love with my best friend's father, and I don't know what to do. I can't tell her. I just can't. And I sure as hell can't tell him too. Beta Nick had been a father figure in my life ever since my parents passed, but I never saw him as that. The infatuation with him began quite earlier, and when I finally understood what these feelings meant, I knew I wanted nothing else. I wanted him. Despite every odds obviously against us. I turned my head and started at Olandria, who had fallen asleep on the sofa. She was lucky. I envied the way she was able to not have so many voices in her head limiting her peaceful moments. My wolf, Onyx, just wouldn't shut up. It's been weeks of endless chaos, whining, and...her Dad. All I could think about was Nick, and that moment we'd shared in the kitchen. I was sure we just had a moment. I was positive of that. In all the years I've known him, of all the times he'd given me a hug for taking care of Olandria...being ther

NICKI can't move.Every muscle in my body feels liquid, wrung out. Eli is still wrapped around me, legs locked behind my back, arms draped over my shoulders. His breathing is ragged against my neck, warm puffs of air that make my skin tingle.I should pull out. Should get up. Should put distance between us before the reality of what we just did crushes me completely.But I can't make myself move."Nick." His voice is soft, hoarse. "You okay?"Am I okay?I just crossed every line I swore I'd never cross. I fucked the boy I'm supposed to protect. Betrayed my daughter in the worst possible way.And the worst part? I want to do it again. Right now. Want to flip him over and take him from behind, watch his back arch while he takes everything I give him."I don't know," I answer honestly.He tenses slightly. "Regrets already?""No." The word comes out fast, urgent. I lift my head to look at him. "No. That's the problem. I should regret this. Should be drowning in guilt. But all I can think

He doesn't. He kisses me harder, deeper, tongue sliding against mine in ways that make me forget my own name.I'm about to suggest we go back to his room when his phone buzzes in his pocket.He tears his mouth away, breathing hard. "I have to—I have to check that."I step back, giving him space. My cock is straining against my sweats, obvious and desperate.He pulls out his phone, reads the screen. His expression shifts—confusion, then something I can't quite read."What is it?""Olandria." He shows me the text.**Change of plans! Staying another night. This pack's Alpha wants Dad's advice on border security. Can you come up tomorrow, Dad? And Eli, can you hold down the fort? Love you both!**I read it twice. Three times."Two days," I whisper.Nick's eyes meet mine. Dark. Hungry. "Two days."The weight of it settles between us. Two whole days without having to hide. Without having to pretend."We're going to hell for this," I say.He reaches for me, pulls me close. His hand cups the

NICK"Too far." He's already working my belt, my zipper. His fingers are clumsy with urgency."Kitchen counter?""Fuck yes."I yank his—my—shirt over his head. He's not wearing anything underneath. Just smooth skin and lean muscle and everything I want. The overhead light catches the flush spreading across his chest, the rapid rise and fall of his breathing."God, look at you." I trail my hands down his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering beneath my palm. My thumbs brush over his nipples and he gasps, arching into the touch. "So fucking perfect.""Nick, please—" His voice is already wrecked.I drop to my knees.His eyes go wide, pupils blown dark with want. "What are you—oh fuck—"He's already hard, cock flushed and leaking. I wrap one hand around the base, feel him pulse against my palm. He's smooth and hot and when I lean forward and lick a slow stripe from base to tip, he makes this broken sound that goes straight to my dick."Jesus," he breathes. His hands fly to my hair, finge