Page 27 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

And that really got my goat, making me angry. I was a dean’s list student at school, and got A’s for crying out loud. Plus, I was a part-time cashier at the student bookstore too, juggling academics and a job, so his comments about me not being mature made my ears burn, hot tears suddenly stinging in my eyes. Sure, I hadn’t been acting so mature lately but I thought Mr. Parker liked it. So sitting back, I bit one out.

“Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Fine, I’m listening.”

And Rob shook his head again.

“Listen baby, I’m trying, I’m really trying. What I’m saying is that this isn’t gonna go down well with your parents. Ray and Linda see me as one of their peers. If they got wind that I was boning their little girl? Dating their little girl? They’d lose their shit, it’d be a five-alarm fire, they’d do everything in their power to break us up. And honey, I wouldn’t blame them. If an older man, one that’s twenty-five years older, started seeing my daughter I’d put that person in jail. I’d throw that motherfucker in the slammer so fast, pound his face in, cut off his dick so that he could never touch my baby girl again.”

And I nodded.

“I get it,” I said slowly. “I get it. But still, don’t you want to at least try? I mean, we could try at least with my parents, maybe bring it up to them soft.”

Rob snorted immediately.

“How sweetheart?” he asked skeptically. “How do you say, ‘Oh, by the way I’m boning your daughter,’ in a roundabout way? Honestly Mandy, I don’t even know how we got this far,” he ground out. “This was supposed to be a one-time fuck, an illicit one-time thing in the bedroom and now look at us,” he said, gesturing futilely, “We’re talking like this is gonna continue after we leave the cabin. And that’s what I need you to know baby. It’s not. This is over once we leave this place.”

My heart broke, crumpling then. I wanted to be with Rob, I wanted to know him as a woman, not just as a little girl. Yet here he was, setting clear boundaries, laying down the law. Because even if I wanted to know the big man, he didn’t want to know me. I was squarely in the “niece” box, maybe I’d escaped the confines for this weekend, but once my parents got here, it was all over. I was like a doll, I’d be put back into the toy chest, just cute little Mandy once more.

But what were my options realistically? What could I really do? You can’t make a man love you, you can’t make a man date you, you can only control your own actions. And so I nodded slowly, accepting my fate.

“I get it,” I said in a soft voice. “This weekend never happened. I get it.”

And Rob nodded again, taking another swig of bourbon, although his face was grim.

“That’s right honey, there’s nowhere for this to go,” he said, gesturing with his glass. “What, are you gonna leave school? Are you gonna drop out so you can live with me? Am I gonna desert my business and move up to your college campus, taking up with you in a dorm room? Hell no, there’s no future for us,” he ground out harshly, taking another sip of his drink.

And my heart broke again, plummeting to the bottom of the ocean this time. Because of course, he was right. I couldn’t drop out of college, I was a straight A student, that was sheer crazy talk. And Mr. Parker’s got his own business running a trade conglomerate, he could hardly just up and leave. Besides, living in a dorm room, the two of us? It was so crazy, so far-fetched that I choked on my sob.

“I know,” I cried softly. “I know.”

And Rob pulled me close then, softly kissing the top of my head.

“I’m sorry baby, I know this isn’t easy,” he rumbled, stroking my brown curls. “But it’s the way things are. There are too many differences between us, the age gap, my job, your school, not to mention Ray and Linda. We’ve only discussed your dad, but think about Linda too. Your mom’s heart would be broken knowing that we were together, she’d absolutely lose it, knowing her baby was being taken by a much older man, a family friend she’s trusted for twenty years.”

And I cried harder then because of course Linda would hate it. Of course she’d think I was being corrupted, that her sweet daughter, naïve and untested, was being drawn to the dark side by an older, conniving man who only wanted me for my body. And that was the thing. Did Rob only want me for my body? Was he only interested in my pussy, what I could do to him, how I made him feel physically?

But there was no time to explore, it was a painful topic that definitely didn’t have a happy ending. So instead of prying, instead of making myself hurt more, I threw myself at him, desperately trying to rekindle the fire.

“Please Mr. Parker,” I breathed, half gasping, half sobbing. “Please make me yours once again, we don’t have much time,” I pleaded, raining kisses on his face, begging, pleading. We didn’t have much time left. “Please,” I uttered again, almost moaning with need.

And slowly, the alpha male put down his tumbler, taking a long look at my form. I was a mess, for sure. My eyes were red, tears stains on my face, brown curls a mess. But interestingly, he didn’t pull away. Instead a big hand reached up to push my hair behind my ears, tracing down the curve of my chin, down my neck, letting that big palm settle on a lush breast.

“You’re so beautiful in every way,” he murmured. “So beautiful Amanda, unbelievably gorgeous.”

And that only made me more desperate.

“Then let’s do it,” I begged. “Please take me, any way you want. Make me yours, I’m yours, please Mr. Parker, please,” I cried, almost incoherent.

But instead of hauling me right onto his dick, the big man cuddled me in his lap, holding me close.

“Baby, I don’t want a woman who’s crying while we make love,” he murmured into my hair. “I like my women happy and smiling, screaming for my dick, not screaming with sorrow. So take it easy, honey, take it easy.”

And I only cried harder then, burrowing my face into his shirt, staining it with my tears.

“But you don’t love me,” I wailed, my cries ringing out with an anguished sob. “You don’t love me.”

And Mr. Parker didn’t answer. Instead, he merely held me close, those strong arms so safe, so secure.

“Shhh, baby girl, shhh, relax,” he murmured again and again into my air, hands rubbing up and down my back like he was soothing an excited filly. “Shhh.”

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