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

Nick stands there in those same gray sweats, hair damp like he just got out of the shower, chest bare and perfect. His eyes are dark, unreadable. "Eli?" His voice is rough, wary. "Everything okay?" No. Nothing's okay. Everything's fucked up and complicated and I'm about to make it so much worse. But I don't care anymore. "Can I come in?" My voice comes out steadier than I feel. He hesitates—just for a second—then steps aside. I walk past him into his room. It smells like him, like everything I've been craving. My wolf practically purrs. The door closes behind me with a soft click. I turn to face him. He's standing there, arms crossed over his chest like he's trying to hold himself back, jaw tight with tension. We stare at each other. The air between us is thick, electric, charged with months of wanting and denying and pretending. "I felt it," I say quietly. "In the kitchen. You were hard. For me." His jaw clenches but he doesn't deny it. "I need to know if I'm crazy," I co

The last thread of my control snaps. I surge forward, one hand fisting in his hair, the other wrapping around his waist and yanking him against me. Our mouths crash together—desperate, messy, hungry. He tastes like mint toothpaste and something uniquely him. His lips are soft but demanding, parting immediately when my tongue traces the seam of his mouth. I lick inside, claiming, tasting. He moans—actually *moans*—and the sound goes straight to my dick. His hands are everywhere. Sliding up my back, nails scraping lightly. Gripping my shoulders. Threading through my hair and tugging just hard enough to sting. I walk him backward until his legs hit the bed. He sits without breaking the kiss, hands going to my hips, fingers hooking in the waistband of my sweats. "Can I?" he asks against my mouth. I nod, not trusting my voice. He pulls them down slowly. My cock springs free, hard and flushed dark. Precum beads at the tip. Eli stares at it like it's the most beautiful thing he's eve

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