Page 31 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

“That’s right,” he ground out once more, blue eyes piercing, unbelievably hot. “I’ve been sniffing your cunt for years now honey, there’s never a scent that was so sweet, it was hell taking you to the movies, getting wafts of that delectable heat the entire time we were in the theater,” he rasped. “Good thing it was dark,” he barked, “Because I had a hard-on the entire time. And all those bathroom trips, baby? I was going to jerk-off, I needed you so bad.”

I gasped once more, cheeks flushing. I had thought it was weird, the way Rob got up to go to the bathroom constantly, but I thought it was because he was texting a date, a woman he was meeting up with later, and didn’t want to be rude in the darkened theater.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, my food forgotten now. “So these past four years, you’ve been watching me.”

Rob nodded.

“Not just watching baby, lusting after, desiring, wanting to take you all for my own,” he admitted, voice harsh. “It’s been fucking hell, and this past year, I stayed away,” he said, blue eyes sharp now. “I knew that if I was around you, I was gonna do something illegal. I was gonna drill a seventeen year-old, make that sweet snatch my own, own you, use you, and end up in jail because of it. And I seriously thought about risking it, baby,” he said contemplatively. “I seriously thought about risking the slammer, jail isn’t so bad if you’ve got the sweet memory of pussy on your dick. But I didn’t,” he continued, eyes hard. “I survived by going away. I avoided you guys like the plague so that I wouldn’t ravage you at the first chance.”

And my breathing was shallow now, mouth hanging open.

“So that’s why we haven’t seen you in a year,” I whispered in wonder. “Ray and Linda thought they made you mad for some reason, they couldn’t figure it out.”

And Rob let out another short bark of laughter then.

“Naw, they didn’t make me mad. I just didn’t want to accidentally slip my dick into their little girl. Even though you were at school, honey, I decided not to take any chances. I was afraid that if I went over to your parents’ house, you might be there and I’d lose control, taking your virginity in a closet or something, like some kind of burglar. So yeah, I stayed away for my own sanity and for your safety.”

And I melted then. Because Rob was admitting that he felt something for me, that I meant something to him. Maybe we weren’t going to be long-term lovers, but it sure seemed promising right now. He’d been watching me for almost fiveyears, lusting after my curves, wanting more, exerting iron will over his own reactions so that no lines were crossed. And it touched me to the heart. The big man had pulled a disappearing act, and it was so that I could grow up, become legal before something truly illicit happened.

But why was he here this weekend? Now that I was eighteen, had he come to the cabin with the specific goal of taking me, owning my body, making me into a woman? The possibility confused me. On the one hand, sensations gushed through my form, pussy going warm and wobbly. It sounded good, the hard, dark man planning this weekend, lying in wait like a jaguar stalking his prey, my nubile eighteen year-old body safely into legal territory. But on the other, it was a little creepy too. Deflowering a teen girl you’ve been watching for years, a family friend? Dirty and illicit, yes, but also very stalkerish and kinda spooky.

So I bit my lip, unsure whether to ask the next question. But I had to know. I had to know what Mr. Parker was thinking, what he thought was going to happen during this getaway.

“So why did you come this weekend then?” I asked slowly. “Were you hoping that I’d, I dunno, throw myself at you?”

Rob shook his head.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” he said, dejected, not meeting my eyes. “I was ecstatic to see you, Mandy, so eager after fifteen months of isolation. But that’s the problem,” he continued, shaking his head once more. “I was eager. Too eager. No forty-five year old man should be so desperate to see a teenage girl.”

Okay, so we were on the same page. Rob definitely recognized that a forty-five year old lusting after an adolescent sounded more like a dirty old man chasing Lolita than a sexy, taboo tryst.

“But did you think we were going to get it on today?” I asked slowly. “Tell me, please. Be honest, Rob … I need to know.”

And the big man sighed again, resting his head between his hands, still refusing to look at me.

“No,” he ground out. “I figured that with your parents here, in this small space, there was no way we’d start something. I thought I’d beat it out of myself with a fifteen month absence, that I was in control, that I could hold back and restrain my impulses. But clearly I was wrong,” he ground out, staring at me again now, eyes desperate. “Clearly I was wrong because as soon as my car pulled into the driveway and I saw you changing, oh shit, it all like my body was on fire, every rule I’d set out for myself evaporated.”

And I took a deep breath, narrow shoulders shaking slightly. Because it meant that Rob had good intentions, he’d fought a long, internal struggle not to touch me until the time was right, until I was ready and mature. And I loved that about him. I loved the fact that he’d been waiting, waiting for me to grow up, waiting for me to be ready, and the only problem was that I was ready now, and he couldn’t see. Mr. Parker couldn’t see that I desperately wanted it, that I wanted a relationship with him, to be with him for real. All the big man could see was this stupid age gap and the wrongness of it all, the taboo aspect.

“So what do we do now?” I asked slowly, picking at my steak once again. “What do we do?”

Rob looked miserable, shoulders hunched.

“The thing is, baby girl,” he growled. “I have no fucking idea. While you were napping, I drove myself nuts trying to figure it out. And after all that, I still have no fucking clue,” he rasped. “No fucking clue.”

So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said soothingly, trailing a small hand along those broad shoulders. “We’ll figure it out.”

And he looked up at me then, blue eyes yearning, searching deep within mine.

“Will we really?” he rasped. “This seems like a pretty impossible, fucked-up situation.”

I nodded once again, stroking that bronze throat reassuringly.

“We will, I promise,” I breathed. “I know you can do it Robert Parker, I know you,” and with that, I kissed him for real then. The kiss was different from the ones we’d shared in the past. Before, our lip locks had been pure lust, the mating of animals, mouths meeting with fervor as our bodies slid together below. But this time, the kiss was imbued with feeling, I could sense Rob loosening, the burden on his shoulders lightening as I touched his mouth with mine, as I pulled him forward to bring us closer.

“We’ll figure it out,” I murmured against his lips, letting my warm breath trail over him. “We’ll figure it out.”

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