Page 3 of Texting Dad's Best Friend

“What the hell?” I mutter to myself when I open it and see the sheer amount of notifications I have. There’s a text from Serena confirming she got home safe, but there are also dozens of texts and tens of missed calls from… “Oh my God … Rhett!”

It all comes flooding back at once, everything I did the night before. Horrified, I look down at myself, realizing I’m still in the lingerie set that I sent photos to Rhett in. Oh my God.

I SENT PHOTOS OF MYSELF TO HIM!

Panic washes over me as I frantically open the texts, scrolling through messages of him demanding to know where I am, what I’m doing, if I meant to send those to him or if they were meant for someone else.

I have no idea how to respond, especially not at seven in the morning and barely awake, so all I can do is stare at the screen in shock. I can’t believe I sent him those photos, but there’s a part of me who can’t help but wonder if he liked them.

I nearly jump out of my skin as a loud knock echoes through the apartment. I scramble out of bed as someone knocks on the door again, grabbing a robe to hide the fact I’m wearing practically nothing. Pulling the robe tight around me, I rush to answer the door, though I have no idea who the hell could be here this early. Maybe it’s Serena coming around to debrief? But she normally texts before she arrives.

I unlock the door quickly, yanking it open with an apology for taking so long to answer on the tip of my tongue. All my words dry up in my throat as I make eye contact with the person on the other side.

“Rhett,” I breathe, stunned.

“Rayna,” he says back, his voice low and verging on a growl. I shudder at the way my name sounds in that tone, like he wants to eat me whole.

God, I want him to eat me whole!

“W-what are you doing here?” I stutter out, suddenly very aware that I’m in nothing but lingerie and a robe in front of the man I’ve been dreaming of for years.

Rhett steps closer, but I’m frozen to the spot, so now we’re so close I have to tilt my head back to look up at him.

“You didn’t answer my calls. I couldn’t stay away any longer,” he says, his voice still low and rough. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to hide exactly what his tone and closeness are doing to me. “Tell me the truth, Rayna. Were those messages meant for me?”

It doesn’t even occur to me to lie. I’m too wrapped up in him. “Yes,” I answer, the truth coming out in a soft breath, a whisper between us that makes this seem all the more forbidden. “There’s nobody else I’d ever want to see me … like that. There’s nobody else I’ve ever wanted.”

Rhett moves so fast that I can’t process it in real time. One second, he’s standing in my doorway. The next, he’s inside, slamming the door behind him, his hands on my waist. I gasp, but before any sound can escape, his mouth is on mine, stealing every word I’ve ever known.

3

RHETT

The self-control I’ve prided myself on for so long evaporates into nothing the second Rayna admits she wants me. All night, I’ve been tormented by those photos of her, restless and feral for this girl. When she didn’t answer any of my texts or calls, I physically couldn’t wait any longer to see her, to know if she meant what she said in that message.

The door slams loudly behind me, but nothing else matters except her and the need that’s consuming me for her. I kiss her the way I’ve been imagining kissing her all night, claiming her lips with mine as I tighten my hold around her waist. My cock has been hard since I saw those photos, and it fights against my zipper now, painfully hard for her. She tastes of toothpaste and something uniquely Rayna,and fuck, I never want to pull away from her again.

I nip her bottom lip, drinking in the way she gasps and whimpers against me, making me groan.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” I growl as she presses closer, going up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck. The position pressesher breasts against my chest, and the robe parts, revealing the very lingerie set that she teased me with. “I need you.”

“Yes, yes,” she pants, her voice all breathy and needy. “Please, Rhett, please.”

God above, I love the sound of her begging for me like that. “Tell me exactly what you need, baby,” I say, wanting to make sure I don’t push her too far if she’s not ready. The things I want to do to her are so fucking filthy, almost without limits.

Rayna’s cheeks go bright pink, and she glances down, almost as though she’s … unsure? I pause, momentarily worried that I’ve fucked this up somehow.

“Rayna, gorgeous,” I murmur, capturing her gaze again. “We don’t have to do?—”

“No, I want to!” she interrupts immediately, eyes wide. “It’s just, uh. Well, I don’t know exactly what I want or need or anything because I’ve never done this before.”

I swear my whole world narrows down to the way her lips form around those words. My mind goes blank with everything except what she just admitted to me.

“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?” I ask, unable to keep the raw lust out of my voice.

“Yes,” she whispers, chewing on her bottom lip. “Is that a problem? I just … I never wanted anyone else but you. I waited for you, I wanted you to be my first…”

“Fuck, baby,” I curse, my blood burning as hot as lava. “That’s the furthest fucking thing from a problem. I’m just trying to find some shred of self-control, so I don’t move too fast, especially foryour first time. Fuck, Rayna, if only you knew how long I’d been wanting to make you mine.”

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