Dads Best Friend Romance Books Novels & Stories

When I reached the door, which was slightly ajar, I froze. Amy’s voice was low and breathy. “Why the fuck did you touch her, Adam? My best friend?” I peeked through the crack and my stomach twisted. Amy was completely naked, straddling her stepdad. She was riding him slowly, hips rolling in deep, filthy circles, her hands braced on his chest. Mr. Reynolds lay beneath her, groaning, his big hands gripping her ass tight.

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

So I said in a playful tone, "Of course not… I’ll call you Daddy, just like your daughter Sara!" His brows shot up in shock. He looked completely lost. "Sara calls me Beta… not Daddy. There’s a difference." I couldn’t hold it in. I burst out laughing and threw myself into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. Then I leaned close to his ear and whispered, my voice soft and tempting, "Then I’ll be the only one who calls you Daddy." The bond between us pulled tight, like a magnet dragging us together. If it weren’t for Alpha Glacer’s orders echoing in his head, telling him to control himself, I would’ve been trapped under him on that bed by now.

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

We both were too exhausted to get in a bath, so we cuddled, sated and content, holding each other in our arms, sharing small kisses and tracing patterns on each other’s skin. I felt like the luckiest woman to score my beautiful, sweet and sometimes brooding best friend, Ethan Kane. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

Tonight, I wrote: Dear Little One, Your mom is the most incredible person I’ve ever met. She’s strong, smart, and so full of love. You’re going to have the best life, and I can’t wait to meet you. I promise to protect you, to guide you, and to always be there for you, no matter what. Love, Dad I closed the laptop, a sense of peace washing over me. Life was far from perfect, but with Bridgette by my side, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

"Because of his family, Emily. He has a daughter. She means the absolute world to him, and she means a lot to me, too. I just... I desperately hope his daughter accepts me when she finds out. If she hates me, it would completely break my heart." Emily let out a soft scoff, waving her hand dismissively. "Any daughter would be incredibly lucky to have you in her life, Flora. Seriously. You are the most kind, loyal, and supportive person I know. If she can't see that, she’s an idiot." She gave my hand another reassuring squeeze before releasing it, leaning back against the cushions with a thoughtful smirk. "Who knows? Maybe this is the year of romance for this house. If you're moving on and fin

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And he walks in. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I choke on my whiskey. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It's Damien. Damien Kincaid. Ryan's older brother. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I've met him exactly twice — once at Ryan's birthday party two years ago, and once at their family's Fourth of July barbecue last summer. Both times, I could barely look at him without blushing. Both times, I went home and touched myself thinking about what it would be like to have him instead of his little brother.