Sleeping With My Ex-boyfriend's Father Novels & Stories

“Addison ... she’s sleeping with—.” “No, no, no... I heard that. What do you mean by Addison is sleeping with your dad? Like how? How is it possible? They know each other? Why do they know each other? Since when? Isn’t your Dad like almost 2 decades older than her? Fuck! Even you is older than Addison.. what the fuck were they thinking? Does your mum know? Fuck! That is so eww. Your dad getting it together with Addison before you did? That is so eww! Does your mum know?.” “Thank you, Marion! For reminding me that my father will have sex with Addison before I do.” Joshua replies blankly.

I corrected, reminding him that me and his son had broken up and he shouldn’t feel so guilty about fucking me because I wanted him to. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, including his own son. “Still….” I didn’t let him finish before slamming my lips against his and I couldn’t believe that I was kissing my ex’s father. I didn’t want it to stop as my tongue explored the recess of his mouth and just like that, in the snap of a finger, Aidan Nightingale took over and I felt a liquified fire spreading through my entire being. The spark between us was so intense, so powerful that neither of us could control our hunger or even get our wolves under control.

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.

How can he be so cute and sexy at the same time? “I don’t, but it’s not like he’d care. He’s married now, and he should be happy that his sexy mom has not one, but two hot young men pleasuring—” I shushed him with my index finger. “I don’t want my son to know I slept with his ex.” “Sleep-ing. Not slept,” he corrected and bit my finger with a dark look on his face. I felt a small smile tugging up the corner of my lips and pulled back my finger.

I mean, the cause of all my fantasies is here. Okay nope. He's my father's best friend, Jesus. "What?" She must have seen the distraction on my face. "Nothing." "Is it... Oh wait, that's true; you did mention sleeping with your father's best friend that night without realizing. Is he the one you're staying with?" I stuttered, unsure if I should confirm that. She was going to go all information collector on me if I did, but my silence already gave her her answer. "Oh my God, that's crazy!"

Then I had flashes of Jayden, his new found independence, the cold and fearful thoughts of Ashley and her kids causing my downfall. But they should have been dead by now. Father said he would sort it out. Father? At the thought of him I turned to my side and got startled for a bit. He lay beside me on the bed, fully naked. Then at last, it all downed on me what occured last night–how we both got drunk and had sex, and how father had collapsed at the fourth round, fully exhausted. I scrambled out of the sheets, my breath catching as I shot a glance at the door. It wasn't locked through out the night. What if someone had walked in? What if–

“You can’t do this! That baby is mine. My dad can’t be the father—I was with you first. You must have taken time before sleeping with him!” I stared at him, at the boy who once made my world spin. He looked so lost now, so small in his fury. But he was wrong. “I slept with your father the same day you broke up with me, Vincent,” I said, voice firm. “Right after you spit me out, I fell right into his arms—and his bed.” His mouth fell open. He stared at me as if I had stabbed him. Maybe I had, and maybe he was forgetting he stabbed me first. I was just repaying the favor with interest.

I was too young to remember most of it, but I remembered her. Holding my hand through the pain. Sleeping in hospital chairs. Fighting for every last dollar to pay for treatment. She was so scared to lose me. And now—she wouldn’t even look at me. "I wanted to tell you." "Did you? Before or after you married him?" "That's not—" Heat rushed to my face. "It wasn't like that." "No? Then explain it to me, Elle. Explain how my daughter ended up in bed with a man old enough to father her. Your ex boyfriend’s father too.”

"Glad you could make it." Dad. The word hit me like a physical blow. Dad? Alexander Sterling was James's father? No. No no no no no. This couldn't be happening. This was—this was— My vision swam. The room tilted. I'd slept with James's father. I'd slept with my ex-boyfriend's father. The man I'd spent one perfect night with—the man who'd made me feel safe and valued and alive—was the father of the man who'd cheated on me.

I was left standing there alone while watching his broad back disappear through the doors. It seems that fate is finally favoring me after all. I no longer need to go out and search for his father because his father found me on his own. Now that I see him in person and in the light, he really looks quite young, almost like a bachelor. It is such a good deal. He is probably just inviting me to dinner to tease me about our past encounter, but I am going there to perform my long-time plan of seducing him. ***