Page 62 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

My lips quivered, and hot tears built in my eyes. “Because … I’ve never felt special.”

From the outside, I was sure that it looked different. My parents spoiled me and always gave me everything that I wanted. They paid for my apartment with Sierra and had let us stay at the cabin by the beach this past fall for a vacation.

I didn’t have a hard life compared to most people. I was privileged.

While I pressed my lips together to steady them, I couldn’t hold back a stray tear from falling down my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him toward me, resting my head on his shoulder.

Yet … all they talked about in front of me was my brother. All they bragged about to their friends when I went out with them was my brother. All they seemed to care about was how successful he was and how unsuccessful I had been, especially with failing software development last semester.

I might’ve had it all, but I didn’t feel special. To anyone.

He captured me in his arms and drew me closer, holding me tighter than anyone had ever held me. I gripped on to him, clutching his shirt in my fists, like if I didn’t, then he would disappear into thin air.

Bubbles burst in the pot beside us, nearly boiling over … but I couldn’t care less.

“I’ve never felt special to anyone,” I whispered after a sob, “except to you.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

HECTOR

After I drewmy fingers through her hair to soothe her, her words continued to replay through my mind. I was the only person in her life that made her feel special, and I didn’t want to admit it, but she was that person for me too.

In the past five decades of my life, I hadn’t felt special to any of my family or my subs.

Except her.

The aroma of spices drifted through my nose from our half-finished dinner. Water bubbled over the edge of a pot on the stove, steam pouring out. I held Heather tighter, not ever wanting to release her.

My heart thumped quickly in my chest. “I feel the same with you.”

She placed her chin on the center of my chest and looked up at me, eyes filled with tears. “You don’t have to say it back, Hector. I just … I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you. I’m not good with this kind of thing.”

“I mean it,” I whispered. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

In the kitchen, bathed in warm light, Heather smiled up at me, her lips quivering slightly. Her pretty eyes sparkled when the moonlight gleamed on them the right way, and I had never … ever felt the warmth in my chest with anyone else.

Everything about us was wrong.

But I wasn’t going to stop. I wasn’t going to give this up.

Not now … maybe not ever.

After pushing away some tears, she smiled up at me.

And yet, while she made me feel safe, anxiety nipped at my insides. Since our little affair had started, I had always feared that she’d leave me, but now, what I feared most wasn’t that she’d leave me … but that I’d lose her.

If Jacob ever found out about my relationship with his daughter, it would shatter our friendship and unravel the life and the business that I had built with him for the past half a decade of my life. What would my life be without business? It was what I’d dedicated every waking moment of my life to before her.

Hands curling around her waist, I pulled her toward me and placed my mouth on hers. She arched her back and pushed herself against me, her fingers curling around my collar. I moved my lips against hers, desperate to taste more of her.

I had kissed her so many times now, but I couldn’t help myself.

She had made me hungry to taste her, hungry to be with her.

How can I wait any longer to be more than just a Dom to her?

After tugging off her shirt from her shoulders, I dropped it to the ground and left her standing half naked in my kitchen without a bra. I fondled her breast and ground her into the counter, my cock throbbing inside my pants.

---