Dads Best Friend Romance Books Novels & Stories

dad said. "Roman as in Roman Xavier, dad are you crazy he is Jake's driver and best friend. " I said and dad smirked. "is he?" dad asked humorously and an I got it, I said "he is your man isn't he, " "Exactly," Dad said. 1 week later

But knowing that Damien and Beta Mason got my mother out—that she’s safe—eases some of the weight on my chest. So instead, we get to know each other again. Casen and Rin are best friends. They always have been. Now, it makes sense why. It also makes sense why they were the hardest people for me to leave behind when I pulled away. We start fresh, like some weird blind date with kids you knew in high school. Favorite colors. Foods. Books. Places to go.

But my pussy was already aching, soaked from days of this unbearable tension, and when he wrapped one huge, calloused hand around his fat, veiny cock and gave it a slow stroke, I broke. My legs moved, and I stepped under the spray with him. ********* My name is Hailey, and I've been fucked up over my Uncle Brandon since I was old enough to understand what wet dreams felt like. He's not really my uncle... at least not by blood, thank God for that small mercy. But he's been Dad's ride or die best friend since middle school, my godfather, the man who showed up with roaring Harley engines and leather jackets that smelled like freedom and sin.

“And yet you were ready to climb it like a mountain goat.” I laughed awkwardly, fingers brushing his as I took the jar. Mistake. Fire bloomed up my arm at the contact. “Thank you,” I said, trying not to sound breathless. “Um… not to be weird but… do I know you?” His eyes flickered with amusement. “You should.” He took a step closer. “I’m Dean Maddox.” My stomach dropped. Wait…no. NO. Dean Maddox? The name my dad never stopped mentioning? His best friend? The one he “trusted more than anyone on earth”? My crush is my dad's best friend?

I was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

"Dad, I have to go to work. You can’t expect me to stay locked in here for the rest of my life." His jaw tightens. "I should have done it a long time ago. If I had, you wouldn’t have brought disgrace to this family." The word disgrace slams into me like a slap. I laugh, but it’s hollow, bitter. "What disgrace? “You think this is funny?” “No, but I don’t know why loving someone is a disgrace now?” His nostrils flare. "It wasn’t just anyone, Astrid!" His voice rises. "It was Jordan! My fucking best friend!"

I rolled my eyes at the loud chuckle she gave and lay back on the bed. "Fuck you!" "How was your birthday? Though I'm not sure how enjoyable it could be when I'm not there." I let out a chuckle and smiled, "I did enjoy it pretty well. Adrian took me to an amusement park. "Your dad's best friend?" "Yes." "Damn, you guys must have fucked or something because there's no way he agreed to that without a bribe." I raised my middle finger to the screen and scowled. "We might have fucked once, but that's not the reason."

“The only reason you’re still here, is because of our child. I don't want to be a deadbeat dad, twice. Don't get it twisted.” She laughs, pained to her bones. Just like Elena, she’s too obsessed with the idea of me. Except that I want Elena. Crave her. ‘Damn you! Oh, damn you Dominic for lusting after your best friend’s daughter!’ I’ve cursed myself a million times, still doesn't make it wrong. ‘My Lena…’ I groan in my head. ‘If only you know I’m bad for you. Daddy is nothing like the good fucker you fantasize.’

She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles. Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad. “Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile. “How was it?” I asked. “It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears. They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend. “Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

Dark eyes, straight nose, five o’clock beard dusting his chin, a temptation any woman would fight for. Older, yes, but devastatingly so. It makes me wonder how many hearts he’s broken when he was younger. I’ve had a secret crush on him from the first time I met him. It’s hard not to. Handsome and fit, too fit for his age of fifty. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline, lean but firm muscles, and a charming smile when he chooses to give it. I can’t stop swooning for the man, not that I ever dared act on it, since he’s my best friend’s father, and until earlier today, I had a boyfriend.