Best Friends Father Romance Books Novels & Stories

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

The name settled in my chest like poison. He really looked at me, and something unreadable passed through his eyes. “Hi Laura. Nice to meet you properly.” he said calmly. Properly. I felt sick. I forced a nod, my throat too tight to speak. As Zara continued talking excitingly, all I could think was one thing. The man I thought existed only in my drunken haze. The man whose touch still burned on my skin. Was my best friend's father. And I had crossed a line I could never uncross.

Author's POV The whole day Shane craved Emma as she asked him not to come during the daytime because it was Sunday. Her and her dad's day. And sealing his lips he spent his whole day with boy's, roaming around in bikes and then doing some help to Ben in his software development. Ben is Shane's closest and bestest friend and so is Akshay in male friend circle. Emma is his best friend as well but the things he can't share with her, he shares with these two idiots who are his secret keeper and biggest cheerleaders. They are his partner in crimes.

Axel stood by his side, a steadfast presence radiating warmth and protection, guiding Theo through the labyrinth of his dreams with a father's unwavering love. Together, father and son wandered through realms where time seemed to ebb and flow like the tide, where the echoes of their laughter reverberated through the starlit expanse, and where the very essence of their bond shimmered like a beacon in the night. Each moment they shared was a symphony of love and connection, a melody that resonated in the deepest chambers of their souls.

He had to be a solid fifteen years older than me, something that should have disgusted me but only added to his allure. “I plan on taking advantage of that,” hip lips latch to one pebbled nipple before the words were fully out of his mouth. I yelp when he switches and swipes his tongue over the other, nibbing gently before he moves back. A small sound of disapproval makes it past my lips, it soon gets swallowed by a moan when he trails kisses down my naked abdomen.e he stops by the waistband of my jeans and looks up at me. “I want to get a taste of you, can you give me that, Hazel?” iIdidnt know who the fuck that was, i was way too gone to care and I nod frantically. “Use your words.” he gro

Because it does this stupid, hopeful jump every time my father even says his name. “Richard is coming for dinner tonight,” Dad said at breakfast. He didn’t look up from his paper. My fork slipped. It clanged loudly on my plate. “Why?” The word was too sharp. He finally looked at me. His eyes are usually warm. Today they were flat. Like stones. “Because I invited him. He’s my oldest friend.” His voice got gentle. “He’s called me, Chloe. Every day since it happened. He doesn’t ask for gossip. He asks about you.”

My eyes teared up and I couldn’t help but cry out as I reached my climax. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” He jerked in my mouth. It was warm and tasted like pure pleasure as I swallowed. I licked all the way down to his base as his groans filled the room. I just fucking came from sucking my father’s best friend’s dick, and it was the best fucking thing ever.

"Leslie means nothing to me, Okay?" Warmth filled my chest at his words. No. I shouldn't care. I shouldn't have wanted to hear that she meant nothing. It shouldn't please me. We were bound to break. He was old enough to be my father. Hell, he had been friends with my father before the whole incident. Before the Ashcroft family fell apart. Before... "Eliana?" His forehead pressed against mine, his breath ghosting across my lips. I licked them instinctively and he groaned, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. Heat spread through my body, settling between my thighs. They pressed tighter against each other.

Meanwhile, seeing Charlotte staring at him in amazement, Trevor Fox said, "You have not been told another thing yet. On the one hand, I am your father. I know I'm not your biological father but I'm your step father. Because I am married to your mother. Although the marriage was legal, we didn't get married in a religious way. In either way your mother and I are married. I hope you're getting all the things I'm saying to you. Do you know your sister is a badass? This girl has been creating trouble for me since before she came to earth. What am I going to tell you? You know what?" Trevor Fox changed his posture and said, "When I met your father ten years later, your father was not happy to se

I admit with a flush to my cheeks, “He has been, in truth a blessing now. I have grown to appreciate his company.” “Do you like him?” “What?” I stop at the odd question.“Do you mean as a friend? Then yes. I do.” “Too soon then.” Father sighs but chuckles and strokes his beard. “But Friendship is a start to it, anyway.” “Sorry?” I grow only more confused. What start? But Father only turns me to another aisle of blooming roses. “Things are calmer now,” Father starts again. “Yes,” I agree.“They are better.”