Page 1 of The Single Dad

Chapter 1

Cole

It’s dark enough in the bedroom that I can barely make out the body of the woman lying before me, spread out as I hold her ankles.

I can only see her by the light from the alarm clock on my nightstand, big, red numbers that read: 1:00 am.

For one in the morning, she’s being far too loud.

“Quiet,” I remind her, sliding a hand under her ass to flip her onto her stomach. She moans as I do that, as if she didn’t even hear me. I want to add her name to the reprimand, but to be honest, I don’t even remember what she told me.

Kaitlyn? Catherine? Katie?

Something along those lines. It doesn’t really matter. After all, this is the only night I’m planning on sharing with her.

I grit my teeth, positioning myself behind her. There’s no sense in taking things slow, savoring the foreplay. She’s already wet, and I’ve been hard for a while, craving the release of an orgasm. I’m not exactly trying for romance, here.

Of course, she starts to moan even more the second I’m inside her, so I remind her a second time, more forcefully, “Quiet.”

That finally seems to turn the volume down.

Impatiently, I drive into her from behind, drawing myself closer and closer to orgasm. She mewls as I do, trying to stifle her screams of pleasure.

It doesn’t take long before I feel her walls clench. She gasps as she comes on my cock, her fingers grasping at the bedsheets. I allow myself to follow her over the edge rather than continue.

I go still for a moment, my hands loosening on her hips. My shoulders relax, and I savor the looseness in my muscles, the lack of tension. In the aftermath of an orgasm, my mind goes temporarily blank—pure bliss, for a brief time.

When I can collect my focus, I pull out and secure the condom with my thumb and forefinger. I slide it off, then carry it across the large bedroom, toward the attached bathroom. My feet are cold on the marble floor as I dispose of it in the wastebasket.

I splash some water on my face, then wipe my eyes with the hem of the cotton t-shirt I’m still wearing. I blink blearily at my reflection, then turn away from the mirror.

When I come back into the bedroom, the woman in my bed is sprawled against the satin pillows, grinning at me. She looks sated, and there’s something smug in her expression.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, clearly trying to be seductive.

She gets up on her knees as I come closer to the bed, pressing herself against me. Her hands slide up my chest, her arms slinging around my neck.

“You wanted me so bad, you never even took your shirt off,” she says in a breathy whisper.

I bite down on my sigh. I’ll go ahead and let her think that, even if it’s not the real reason. No sense in being overly cruel.

I sit on the edge of the bed, and the woman tucks herself next to me. I still can’t remember her name, but that’s fine—she’s satisfied. I’m satisfied. We both got what we needed from each other, and we’ll probably never see each other again, so that’s all there is to it.

“Come on,” she says, her tone coaxing. She clings to my shoulders, draping herself over my back. “That was amazing. You were amazing. So strong, so powerful. Don’t you want to keep it going?” She presses her lips close to my ear. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you could go all night, with stamina like that.”

I let out a short breath through my nose. She’s starting to grate on me already. In truth, all I really want is to sink into restful sleep—alone, if I can help it. I’m ready for her to go.

I reach up to remove her arms from around my shoulders, my touch gentle. I’m about to tell her that it’s probably time for her to leave when I hear a sound from the hallway.

My head snaps up. I’m always alert to small sounds in the house, but never more so than when there’s a strange woman in bed with me. I’m careful not to let Archie see any of the women I bring over.

And since there’s no one else in the entire house, that has to be him. He’s out of bed. Probably needs a glass of water, or had a nightmare or something.

A few seconds later, I hear his shuffling footsteps outside the door. I jump out of bed, scooping up my pants from where they’re lying in a heap on the floor. I stagger toward the door, throwing them on quickly.

“Stay there,” I whisper to the woman in my bed, who stares at me, perplexed.

I meet Archie at the door, angling it so that it blocks his view of my bed. “Hey, buddy,” I say, squatting down to his eye level. “What’s going on? It’s real late.”

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