Old Temptations: Dad's Best Friend Romance Novella (Experienced Men Book 1) Page 8

  Chapter TWELVE

  Carl yanks the door open and reaches in to flip the key. Then places one foot up on the runner board so his thigh cages me in place and his hand turns my chin to face him.

  “What's going on?” he asks, his eyes dragging across my face for answers. “Answer me Blair, Why'd you take off like that?”

  “I thought I'd give you some space?” I sob, feeling like that lonely little girl I used to be.

  “Space to do what?”he demands. “The only space I need is with you filling it.”

  “The receptionist said you went to a room with Amanda.”

  “Yeah,” he utters, like so what? “And you thought—no you didn't.”

  Suddenly I feel ridiculous. If he thought I was young before, he's going to really be enlightened by this childish outburst.

  “Blair, baby, tell me you didn't think I was balling Amanda, the manager of my hotel, while you went to the bathroom. Tell me you don't really have that low an opinion of me.”

  Your hotel? I can't say anything. I have excuses but they seem lame. Carl hauls me into his bear hug. My hand lands on his solid thick thigh and I feel his heart pounding into mine, the hypnotic scent of his leathery rough neck.

  “I'm sorry,” I whisper.

  “No I'm sorry,” he insists. “I was trying to surprise you but I shouldn't have left you with any doubts. I know what this is. I understand Angel, I do. You've grown up seeing a parade of women come through your family home. Damon is my friend but that doesn’t mean I'm under any illusions regarding who he is. You've witnessed women married and discarded faster than clean sheets but you have to know that's not me.”

  “I guess I do have a hard time with trust.” I whimper into his succulent skin. “Although I never did with you before today. You've come so close to me this weekend it's freaking me all the way out.”

  Carl hauls me closer into his safe grasp. His arms cradle me like his baby, while his iron biceps protect me from any more hurt. I can believe him. I know he's not like any other man in the world.

  “It's not surprising you have difficulty trusting men. But don't get the idea I'm a stud slut like Daddy. Fuck, I've been almost a monk for the last five years. The only woman I have ever wanted my entire life is you, Angel. You're mine at last. There's never gonna be anyone else.”

  Those pent up tears are now falling onto his thick shoulder and he lifts me out of the seat, carries me in his hold to the back of the truck. He pops the tailgate and leaps up with me still in his arms so he's seated with his feet dangling and me cradled across his thick thighs. He shifts a tendril of hair, kisses the top of my head and my eyelids, then every tear drop sitting on my cheeks.

  “Carl, I need you,” I whimper against his suede skin. “Now. Here.”

  “Baby, when I fuck you it's going to be relentless. I don't trust myself to take you gently right now.”

  “I don't want gentle. I want you to fuck me.”

  Carl doesn't need to be told again. He lays me down in the flatbed and pulls the swirly fabric up my thighs until he clears the lace underwear he put on me. He rips that down my legs.

  “Open for me, Baby. Let me see your perfect pussy.”

  I do as he tells me, his eyes filling with desire as I spread as wide as my hip sockets will allow me. When they start to ache, I reach my fingers down to pull my lips apart and Carl lets out a dark moan.

  “Fuck, I haven't touched you yet and your lips are already soaked. Stroke yourself.”

  Carl watches as I trail one fingertip along the cleft of my engorged slit. My eyes are glued to the delectable cock he's freed from his jeans, pointing arrow straight. It's a stunning carved Adonis of manhood I'm dying to feel slide up my chasm. Carl lowers himself across my body and invades the tight chasm until I submit myself to him entirely. I thrust back at every pounding he gives me until he pours his load and fills every last space in me.

  *

  “Did you ever see a sunset like that?” I'm snuggled into his solid pec and I think I could stay there forever. “Do you like it here, Baby?”

  I nod vigorously. The emotion blocking my vocal chords. My mind is slowly coming back into a state of normal functioning from the delirium of the orgasmic concert Carl just put me through.

  Before my pout outburst did I hear him say 'my hotel'? And did he call Amanda 'my manager'.

  “You think you could live out here?” he continues.

  The sunset bathes him in orange and I'm reminded of the red glow enveloping him the first time he fucked me in my dark room.

  “We're putting the final touches to the new rooms and I'd like to buy your photographs to hang in each one. I'd also like you to shoot all the images for the new brochures and advertising. And the labels for the new wine. I made a pale pink champagne I’m calling Angel, for you.”

  “You own this place?” I whisper.

  “Uh, huh. I bought into it as an investment about a decade ago. Then when the barely legal life as your dad's lawyer got me down, I bought out the other guys and started to give it an overhaul. I wanted to be closer while I waited.”

  “Waited for what?” I murmur my voice stifled in a crack because I know what he's going to say. He pulls me tighter into his muscular caress and rocks us slightly on the tailgate.

  “Waited for you to become available. I had no idea whether you'd have me but it was worth hanging on all those years to find out.”

  “Of course I'd have you. I'd always have you. I've loved you for so long.”

  “I know. I felt it from you because it was mutual. But I had to be sure. So that you wouldn't go through unnecessary problems with Damon. He is your only parent after all. Your only family. Although that's all about to change.”

  “Change how,” I ask, but I already know and my heart is doing a furious dance in my chest making it impossible to breathe.

  “Oh fuck, I spent all yesterday planning the perfect moment but I can't wait longer. I need to know right now.”

  He lifts me to set me on the tailgate and rummages around in the coolbox from lunch. He yanks out a Ziploc bag and peels it open to pull out the small square box inside.

  I clasp my hands across the dip between my breasts, holding in my chest cavity that's threatening to bust through. Tears are already pouring down my cheeks. Carl is on both knees in front of me on the truckbed, toes flexed so he's sitting on his heels and haunches in his usual sexy pose.

  His splayed thighs in tight denim would be distracting if it weren't for the nervous shake in his voice and his eyes scouring into mine as he asks, “I've loved you forever my Angel. Will you marry me, Blair Baby?”

  “Yes.” I'm shouting as I throw myself at him, my arms flying around his neck.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  While I'm plastering his scratchy face with kisses, he reaches one arm, the other clasping hold of me, to yank a bottle of champagne from the cooler. A temporary hand-lettered label stuck to the glass says 'Angel'. He pops the cork with one hand. His other arm busy enfolding me into his chest. Then hands it to me like it's nothing more than a giant beer bottle before cracking open another. He chinks and chugs and I follow suit.

  “You left this massive diamond in a zippy and a cooler all afternoon.”

  “Too trusting I guess.”

  “I need some of that to rub off on me,” I admit. Opening up to him feels so natural now. “I know I'm insecure.”

  “You won't be anymore. You have your man who adores you. You'll have your own family who adore you. Having both observed how not to do it, we are going to be the most ideal parents a bunch of kids ever had.”

  “You want to start on our family right away?” I wail.

  “I want you to take your time to have the work and art life you want.”

  God I adore this man. He thinks only of my needs. Even before I've considered them myself.

  “And first we have to address one major problem.”

  “Daddy's going to be livid that you didn’t ask his permission.” I gi
ggle, thinking of how my father will mostly be upset to have lost control to Carl.

  “I don’t need his fucking permission. You aren’t his property. But I am going to speak to him and request his blessing.”

  Hmm, how do you think that's gonna go?”

  “Oh god, I cannot believe this is my life.” I climb back into Carl's lap so he can caress me beneath the swirl of skirt through the remainder of the sunset.

  Chapter THIRTEEN

  At the end of the perfect day, the sky cracks and rain starts to come down.

  Carl powers the truck back up the long drive to the winery. He tells me to wait while he comes round to open my door and lift me out. Even though I'm perfectly capable of jumping down, I love how he picks me up like his little girl. We run into the lobby, soaked through, my thin dress stuck to my thighs and breasts. He looks at me and oh my god the desire flooding into his features sets me alight again.

  “I need to get you out of those wet clothes right fucking now,” he growls against my ear. “Because my cock is strangled in this sodden denim and howling to be allowed to slide into your sweet warm pussy.”

  “Do you think they have a room,” I murmur trying not to giggle with too much excitement of anticipation.

  “I happen to know the owner.”

  He leads me to the elevator and steps chivalrously aside to allow an older couple to exit. We stumble in, giggling like a pair of kids and he pulls me onto his shelf of swollen dick.

  “I'd like to pull apart this dress again and slide inside you in here.”

  “Then carry me down the hallway impaled on you for real. Like when you came to see Amanda.” The shivers of questioning invade my mind. Even now I need answers, just to clear out every cobweb of insecurity. “What did she need to speak to you about so urgently anyway?”

  Why was he in a bedroom with her?

  He reaches the door and flips the key-card across the reader. The door opens.

  “This, Angel.” He sets me down as the door opens on a white room that seems to billow like a cloud.

  The windows stand open with the white drapes fluttering in the wind from the storm. They are protected from the rain by the wide balcony completely draped in overhanging white flowers. The same as are artfully placed around the room between the thousands of expensively scented candles glowing and flickering gently in the breeze. No cheap sandalwood or vanilla perfumes for Carl. This room is scented like a Goddess parlor with something very expensive that makes my senses peak with desire.

  “Wow, this is absolutely heaven.”

  There's a bottle of Angel chilling in a heavy crystal bucket and, fuck, on the wall, one of my photographs blown up to three feet across, of Carl smiling down on me.

  “How did you get that?” I squeal.

  “With great difficulty. But there are a few smart kids in that school you attend so it wasn’t difficult to convince one to borrow your negative and make me a print. For a price.”

  “You wanted to surround me with you.”

  “I want to surround you and merge into you and live inside your skin. I came up here yesterday to plan this with Amanda. My perfect proposal took a little organizing and I'd planned to ask you to marry me in here but when things got heated I got a little carried away.”

  “This is the perfect proposal honeymoon.”

  “You know what happens on a honeymoon.”

  “Uh huh, The couple discover each other for the first time.”

  I figure there's a lot to discover about Carl.

  “I need to taste your cock in the back of my throat.”

  “You keep talking like that and I am going to fuck you all night long until you forget you ever had one moment of doubt that I was completely devoted to every perfect inch of you. Always. Where are my manners, come here and let me fucking strip you.”

  When he's peeled my wet clothes away, he allows me to return the favor.

  “Stay there on your knees,” he tells me.

  “I have every intention of exactly that,” I reply, freeing his magnificent prick and sliding it into the back of my throat.

  Carl feeds my hungry pussy his cock in the middle of the night, when I wake up and clamber on top of his sleeping body. He's too gorgeous, lying on his back with one arm casually tossed above his head. I can't get enough of him. I'm an insatiable monster for my gorgeous hunk and want him over and over.

  His shaft hardens to steel the instant I slither my glistening opening across him and he's immediately inside me again. Filing me, stretching me, stroking the walls until my juices pour all over him. Every time I come, I drift into a blissy sleep with Carl's bicep encircling me.

  He wakes before me and I moan that I want more sleep. Despite the fact I'm supposed to be in school again today. How long before people start wondering where I am and call my father? I put it out of my mind when Carl picks me up and carries me to the shower.

  “I think we'll be safe from a cold wake up call here,” he says as he soaps my body all over and washes my hair. The way he rotates his fingers, seductively massaging my scalp makes me moan and beg for the same between my thighs.

  “Bend forward and open your legs,” he tells me. The rain-head falls on my lower spine and Carl slides inside me from behind.

  “Harder,” I beg, needing him to shove deep into my core where I can tug him in and keep him with me all day. He slams into me, his full balls slapping against my clit noisily. He controls my orgasm with his fingers, strumming across my solid triangle, lifting me to the peak and pulling me like a trigger so we fire at the same time.

  As I shudder through an intense round of aftershocks, Carl cups my breasts and impales me on his dick to carry me out of the shower. Riding me in front of him like the figurehead in the Titanic movie. He sets me down on the pillowy bed, still soaking wet. I'm on all fours as he slowly slides his length all the way to the tip.

  “Don't move,” he tells me.

  He watches with hooded eyes as withdraws and his head circles teasing loops at my entrance then rams up to the hilt. While I watch his dick saw into my body from the underside, he fucks me again until I scream loud enough that the guests must be calling reception to complain.

  Then room service bring a cart with two huge silver domes covering a plate of exotic fruit, eggs Benedict with smoked salmon and exquisite French pastries I've never tasted before. Carl drinks his coffee from a handle-less soup bowl, dark and creamy.

  “Cafe au lait, French style,” he says.

  “I've never been to France. I've never been much of anywhere. Daddy left me home with the housekeeper.”

  “I'm taking you to Paris next week. And then to the vineyards in the south.”

  “Oh my god that would be so amazing. But I'm supposed to have my birthday with my father.”

  Carl's face gets that frown. The same one that slides up his features whenever the thought of our age gap and my Dad intrude on our pleasure.

  “What are we going to do?” I murmur.

  “I'm going to see him today.”

  “Can you give me a tour of the hotel first. I want to see what you're building.”

  “When we come back. We can't put off the things that scare us, Angel. Better to get them behind us so we can look forward to the future without fears or problematic shit ruining things.”

  He's right, I'm stalling because I know my father can get into one shitstorm of rage when he's pissed.

  “Besides I want to fuck you in every one of my rooms without feeling like I'm stealing something that belongs to my oldest friend.”

  “I'm coming with you.”

  “I got this, Angel. I don’t want you subjected to anger.” I know he wants to protect me from the things daddy might say but I'm totally safe with Carl.

  “You'll be there. We're in this together and I want to start our life facing our challenges side by side. This is the first. And probably going to be one of the biggest.”

  “Damon's going to be fine. How could he not let you have whatever y
ou want?” I have a feeling Daddy isn’t going to be as indulgent with me on this one.

  We drive back into San Francisco in the truck, Carl's hand covering mine the entire drive. My huge diamond nestled between us, joining us forever.

  I am melting with happiness. Forever. I knew I wanted Carl, I've always wanted him but I never dreamed I could have him forever. That he would always be mine. I could have his perfect solid mass filling me and delighting me whenever I want.

  Emilia, the housekeeper takes one look at me when I come into the house, her eyes grow wide with shock when she sees Carl holding my hand. The story must be written all over our ecstatic faces.

  “Your father not happy today,” she mutters and scuttles away, to her rooms at the back of the house before I get to waggle my fingers for her.

  “Oh, she didn't even let me tell her the news.” I turn to Carl with that infamous pout he loves to stroke away with his thumb pad. He's in the process of that, his dick hardening against me when my father strides into the kitchen.

  “What the fuck are you doing Carl? That's my daughter, not one of your strippers at The Candy Bar. You can get your dick stroked later tonight.”

  “Daddy, Carl and I are getting married,” I blurt out before Carl has the chance to speak. I want to be the one to tell my father. Maybe it's my way of asserting my independence from Daddy at last. His face collapses in disbelief and his eyes run to Carl.

  “No, you fucking are not,” he says and heads to the refrigerator for some ice in a glass.

  “We are, Damon.” Carl steps in. “I asked her and she honored me with her acceptance.”

  “My office.” Daddy barks at him then to me; “You stay here.” He picks up a new bottle of scotch from the cupboard and heads toward the hall. I doubt he's taking it to celebrate. Carl holds my hand to keep me locked beside him and makes no move to follow.

  Daddy turns at the door to his large study and sees us standing together, not budging.

  “Get in here,” he tells Carl.

  “Damon, I don’t work for you any more. Whatever we need to talk through can be done out here in the family room. Blair isn’t a business transaction that gets discussed in your man cave.”