Tempting My Best Friend's Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

~DAMIEN~Before 4:00am this morning, I left the house. I drop a note saying I won't be home for two days on the table in the sitting room for Gabriel and Ella.I grab my jacket, my keys, and walk straight out of the house like staying one more second will change my mind.The cold outside should bite when I step out, but it doesn't.Nothing feels cold enough these days.The engine of my SUV growls to life as I pull out of the driveway. I drive off. Out of town. Out of everything.The cabin in the mountains has always been my escape. Silence. Snow. Distance. I tell myself I only need two days. Just two days of empty air and quiet to get Holly out of my head before Christmas. Two days to kill whatever this thing is that keeps tightening around my chest when I think of her.The forest swallows the road as I climb higher. Pine trees blur past. The sky hangs low and heavy with snow. The higher I go, the worse the cold becomes, the air sharp enough to slice throu

~HOLLY~The cabin looks like something torn straight from a Christmas fairytale.Snow piles thick on the slanted roof, glowing faintly under the porch light. Pine garlands frame the windows, dusted white, and smoke curls lazily from the chimney as if the place itself is breathing warmth into the storm. Yellow light spills through the glass, soft and inviting, promising safety.Damien shifts back before my eyes again, the wolf dissolving into man in a rush of heat and motion. He’s human when he reaches for the door, barefoot in the snow, naked except for the torn jeans hanging low on his hips, and somehow the cold still doesn’t touch him.The door opens.Warmth crashes into me like a wave.I stagger, my knees buckling as the heat kisses my frozen skin. Damien catches me instantly, one arm wrapping around my waist, the other bracing my back.“Easy,” he murmurs, pulling me inside.The door shuts behind us with a heavy thud, sealing out the storm, and the wor

~HOLLY~I can't wait to see Damien's cock but I can't ask him to turn around, so I push the thoughts down and continue staring at his back.His broad, muscular back, wide shoulders, and long legs are easy on the eyes too. “Stop staring, you'll make a hole in my back with your eyes,” I hear him say and my cheeks turns red instantly.How did he know I am staring??I am feeling so excited inside of me.I can't believe I am doing this. Can't believe I am actually going to take a bath with the man I have always fantasized about.Thank you Dear Santa!!I quickly twist my long, wavy hair into a makeshift bun on the crown of my head and step into the bath tub.“Let's hurry the fuck up. It's getting colder in here,” Damien says and steps into the bath too, with his back still facing me.The water embraces us like silk.I gasp as warmth seeps into my bones, melting the cold, the fear, the tension. Damien sits in front of me, clearly avoiding looking at me.I scoff.S

~HOLLY~Oh my God!I can't believe I am doing this. Can't believe I am jerking him off in the bath tub.But that is exactly what I am doing.I watch, mesmerized, as my hands move over his huge cock. He is so exactly the opposite of Troy, my ex, that it doesn't feel real. I could have stroked Troy with my thumb and forefinger…he was really not big. But with Damien, it takes me both hands and when I get to the thick knot at the base, I can't even wrap all my fingers around it!Thoughts of him licking my pussy starts to fill my head. All the sinful thoughts I have always had every night start to flood my head again.Just the thoughts of him licking my pussy makes an image rise in my mind.I can almost see my Alpha daddy, down on his knees with his face buried between my thighs as his tongue explores me.The mental image remains as I stroke his cock.Damien is groaning now and I like how powerful I feel drawing those noises from him.Then he put a hand over my ar

~DAMIEN~I help her step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, careful and steady, as if she might still float away if I let go.I walk to the bedroom where she dropped the clothes I gave her earlier.“Like I said, you can wear my clothes,” I say gruffly, already turning my back. “They’ll be big on you, but they’re clean.”She hesitates.I can tell she's feeling embarrassed over what happened. I am also feeling embarrassed, but I'm trying not to let it show.I hear the soft rustle of fabric, the awkward silence that comes with embarrassment settling in.When I turn around again, Holly is standing there in one of my black shirts. It hangs off her shoulders, the hem brushing mid-thigh. My sweatpants are rolled at the waist twice, still loose. She looks small. Vulnerable.And painfully mine.She hugs herself, cheeks pink.“I look ridiculous,” she mutters. “You're right. Your clothes are almost swallowing me up.”“You don’t look ridiculous even though my clothes