Filed to story: Help! I’m Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend Novel Free
“Harper, you know I can’t. I don’t want to make your dad suspicious.”
I snort. “Wimp.”
“I don’t want to get caught balls deep in your p**sy. If your parents find out about us, it’ll be from my own mouth.”
I grip my cell harder. “You… you’re gonna tell them?”
“Why? You don’t want me to say anything?” Anguish laces his tone.
“Well, I guess they need to know sooner or later.” I nibble my lower lip, nervous about where this is headed.
“When?” He presses me.
Ah, so he wants them to know. I take a moment to think. “After I graduate?” I pause. “Brown is really expensive and if my parents disown me…”
“I have savings and I make good money. You don’t need to worry, baby.”
My breath catches in my throat. “You’re really serious.”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m not getting any younger and I don’t enjoy what I’m doing anymore. I want to settle down, Harper. I want to be with you.”
Oh god. This is hella heavy. “Are you going to resign your commission?”
“That’s up to you, babe.” He pauses. “I can get a job in the private sector and I was thinking about getting an apartment near your campus so you wouldn’t have to commute and…”
I barely listen to his next words. The thought of us living together makes me giddy. Imagining having our own place to call home and he’d be there each and every morning.
No more depressing days, weeks, months. No more worrying about him getting hurt on a mission. I can’t believe the idea of a couple’s life excites me this much. I’ve always liked parties, and hanging out with my friends, but the prospect of living with Mr. Collins thrills me. He’s still talking when I cut him off. “Yes. Let’s do it. Let’s tell my parents.”
“Now?”
“Bad timing?” I wince.
“After this thing with Carolyn, I don’t think your parents are up for another surprise.”
Right. “So, when?”
He’s silent for a moment. “Thanksgiving? Or Christmas?”
I groan. “That’s like… months away. I want you now.”
“Jesus.” Mr. Collins mutters some obscenities under his breath. “Don’t you think I want to be with you right now instead of freezing under this tree?”
“What tree?” I peer into the darkness and try to spot him in the darkness.”
“The big oak.”
The tree is only a few feet from the garage, but I can’t see anything within the blackness. “I can’t see you.”
He snickers. “But I can see you, and you’re not wearing a bra.”
I giggle. “I’m not wearing panties, either.”
My statement is met with a groan and he sounds so frustrated and miserable.
Feeling naughty, I quickly add on to my statement. “And I’m wet, Kri. I took a shower after dinner, thinking I could sneak into your room, but you were in the garage with Dad.” I lick my lips. “I’ve been petting myself, waiting for you.”
“You’re… wet?” I can hear the interest in his voice.
“I am.” I lower my voice to a seductive whisper. “Wish you were here, Kri. I know how much you’d love to slip a finger inside me and see how ready I am for you. Like right now…” I hitch the hem of my oversized shirt and slide my hand to the juncture of my thighs, slide a finger over the seam of my lower lips. “I’m f**king dripping. I’ve been thinking that when it’s raining like this, it’s the perfect time to crawl beneath a blanket, you and me, naked, nothing to separate us…” I enunciate every word, let them flow from my lips nice and slow. I love teasing my man. Whenever he’s deployed, he calls me and our conversations always end in phone s*x. Well, one-way phone s*x, at least. He can’t say anything risqu? and usually replies in neutral tones and low grunts. Me, on the other hand… I get very creative in the dirty talk department.
“Christ.” Another pause. “Lift your shirt. I want to see you.”
“Hmm.” I shift until I’m in the center of the window and plant one foot on the sill, pull the hem of my shirt to my navel. I can’t see him, but he claims he’s found me through the darkness without a problem, which makes the whole thing that much more thrilling. I feel like a burlesque girl performing for an invisible audience, the one-way glass keeping us apart.
A long suffering grunt comes through the phone. “Higher, baby.”
I tug the fabric to just below my breasts. “Can you really see me?”
“Your p**sy? Not really, but I love to see you naked, all of that smooth skin. It’s all mine, baby.”
The thought sends a shiver down my spine. “Shall I take off my shirt?”
“I don’t want you to get cold, baby.” I can hear the need in his voice.