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“You never mentioned that.”
She sighs. “Yeah. It was a big scandal, and my mom’s family moved away to save face. I didn’t spend a lot of time with him until I was almost four, and they had this big custody battle. He’s always been a good dad, but he’s also been so highly strung over proving that he’s a good dad, and it was really suffocating. Then I had Mom who liked to pretend Dad was a dirty little secret we could never talk about. So, I guess I have some weirdness about it all.”
“Is that why only your mom was at graduation?”
“Yeah. They can’t be in the same room together. You’re lucky your family gets along.”
Hitting the speaker button on my cell, I pick it up and hold it to my ear as I drop my weight onto the bed. During college, Kate spent a handful of holidays back in Houston with my family. She always ruminated about how great my family was, and I’d thought it was just because her parents weren’t together, but now I realize there’s a lot more to it. I feel like a crappy best friend for not digging deeper to learn more about Kate’s history. I guess I’ve always felt like it was rude to pry.
“I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t realize things were that hard for you.”
“It’s fine,” she says, a forced brightness in her voice. “It just means I have a bit of sway when it turns out my best friend needs cheap rent in North Beach. Are you excited about starting work on Monday?”
“Excited and nervous,” I say, lying back and closing my eyes while I talk about everything except the one thing that’s circling around in my mind: Troy. How am I supposed to feel the way I feel and still be a good friend? I don’t want to hurt Kate by giving in to whatever this thing is between me and her dad, but at the same time, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to fight it. It feels like a drug that I have an instant addiction to. I need another hit and don’t know that I can fight this.
I am a terrible best friend.
Troy
After unloading Tina’s car and breaking into my apartment through my laundry window, I took a shower and jerked off until my dick was raw. I’ve never been a man to go crazy over women. I did that once, and it landed me with a kid when I was just a kid myself, a fight for my right to see that kid, then a fight to prove to everyone in my family that I wasn’t the fuck-up they thought I was. But then this beautiful curvy goddess pulls up to my building, and all of a sudden, I’m a horny sixteen-year-old with nothing but sex on the brain. And what’s even crazier, I’m having these insane thoughts where my brain is telling me that I need to breed her so she’s bound to me forever. Life experience tells me that binding a woman to you via a child doesn’t always work out. But I know that this time, it’s different. This time, it wouldn’t be an accident. I want to put a baby in Tina’s womb on purpose.
I’ve gone crazy. I know it.
Not that I regret being Kate’s dad for a second. My daughter is amazing and strong-willed and smart, and almost every good memory I have over the last twenty years involves being her dad. But becoming a dad at such a young age changed my life. It forced me to grow up way faster than anyone else I knew. They were out partying while I was working two jobs and trying to fit study in so I could pay child support, even though Kate’s mother refused to let me see the baby. When my trust fund opened, it gave me the means to fight for the right to be in my little girl’s life. And it was tough, her mother attempted to discredit me at every turn, so I had to be hyper-vigilant. It put a strain on mine and Kate’s relationship, which has always made me furious. Because at the end of the day, we have a child together, and the only reason she got to be in Kate’s life is because I never told anyone the real circumstances surrounding Kate’s conception. I’ve carried that secret all of my life because I never wanted Kate to feel differently about herself. She’s the innocent party here.
But, at the end of the day, Kate grew up to be as well adjusted as any kid whose parents don’t like each other. She made it through college, and because of my trust fund, she did it without the worry of student loans or the struggle of having enough money for living expenses. Now, she’s working and living in New York at some fancy law firm with so many names in the title I struggle to remember them all. But I’m confident that one day, hers will be there too. Because years of fighting against me, with me, and for me, has created an amazing young woman I’m proud to share DNA with.
If only I wasn’t lusting so hard after her friend.
This is probably the first time I’ve felt like a complete failure as her father. And as a man too. I’ve always been able to control myself, I’ve never even wanted a relationship in my adult years, but one look at Tina and I’m a fucking goner. How does that even happen?
Needing to get out of the house and away from temptation, I get on my bike and take a ride to the pier. It’s somewhere I’ve spent a lot of time over the years because it’s a good place to forget your troubles. There’s enough hustle and bustle that the noise in my head can’t compete, and there’s enough going on that I can keep myself busy.
They also have the best saltwater taffy in the country. If I can’t have her sweet pussy in my mouth, I’ll have to settle for a sweet treat instead.
As I make my way into the store, I head straight for the barrel of raspberry peach for obvious reasons, freezing when I reach for the scoop and find a soft hand with pretty pink nails doing the same.
“Troy.”
Somehow, Tina is standing opposite me, a paper bag of taffy in her hand and a fluff of pink in her cheeks.Fuck, she’s pretty.
I clear my throat and shove my hands in my pockets. “How are you here?” I demand, wincing before elaborating. “I mean, your car was still outside when I left.”
“I walked.” Her eyes drop to the pink and orange wrappers as she works the scoop into the pile. “I needed some air.” Her gaze returns to mine. “And a little distance.”
An amused burst of air leaves my nose. “I was after the same thing.”
The shadow of a smile ghosts over her face. “Seems the gods of chance have different plans.” She drops some taffy into her bag then shakes it around to balance it out. When she looks inside it, all I can do is think about watching that juicy mouth of hers suck and chew that candy until it settles on her hips and gives me more skin to grab.
Great. Now my dick is hard again.
I need to quit this girl and fast.
“I should go,” I say, grabbing a prepackaged bag of taffy before heading for the register.
It’s not until I get outside that I allow myself to take a breath and actually look at what I bought. Licorice.Fuck. I hate licorice.
“You can have some of mine,” a sweet voice says after I’ve let out a groan.
