All Chapters of My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BrandiI stand frozen, humiliation washing over me as I watch him kiss someone else. He pulls away, and I recognize her—Carina, from William’s sex shop or whatever it is. My fists clench, chest burning with jealousy. He’s ignored my calls and texts all day, yet here he is, kissing another woman after telling me he loves me. I frown as he gazes into her eyes with affection. Guess we don’t need to worry about telling Gianna anything. It’s for the best, I tell myself, hoping to believe it, but the anger and hurt linger. I should confront him, demand answers—but what would I say? Why are you kissing her? I don’t own him. Frowning, I head back to the bar, unwilling to make a fool of myself.“Why’d you turn back?” Jameis asks as I sit beside him.“He’s busy,” I mumble, signaling the bartender.“Scotch.” I order, drifting into thought as my gaze finds him across the room.“I can see he’s quite busy,” Jameis says with a smug grin—annoying me for the first time in ages. I sigh as the bartender

The sensation between my legs pulls me from sleep. I know it’s him, so I keep my eyes closed as his tongue glides over my slit. I spread my legs wider as he buries his face in my core. Soft moans escape me, my hips thrusting involuntarily. He licks up to my clit, sucking it while dragging his fingers over my hot, dripping center. My toes curl as pleasure builds—my heart races, my skin burns under his touch. He thrusts a finger deep inside, and I cry out, legs trembling uncontrollably as he drives me wild with his tongue.I match his rhythm, thrusting my hips, teetering on the edge. He shifts from my clit, French kissing my folds while slipping in another finger. The intensity threatens to unravel me. I’ve had great sex before, but this is different—overwhelming. Is it because I love him?“Hmmmm!” I scream as my climax crashes through me. My eyes roll back, and I grip the sheets, anchoring myself as my soul feels like it’s slipping away. He laps at my juices, pushing me further until he

GiovanniI pull my head from the water and breathe deeply. Gianna and Carlos laugh in one corner of the pool. Lynn and her girlfriend Bella lounge by the edge, soaking up the sun. I don’t know when they became Sunday dinner staples, but they’re friends with Gianna and Brandi. Speaking of my woman, I glance at her by the grill in her two-piece—damn, it’s taking everything not to kick everyone out and spend the day making love to her. She’d be pissed, though. This impromptu barbecue was her idea—says she misses Gianna, but I think she’s dodging the nonstop sex we’ve had the last two days. Right now, I regret agreeing to this.Our eyes meet; she smiles before turning back to the grill. She’s gorgeous—those brown eyes harden my cock and soften my heart in one look. How’d I get so lucky?“Papi,” Gianna calls, snapping me out of it.“Yes, sweetie?” I reluctantly peel my gaze from Brandi to my beautiful daughter. I’ve come a long way since my first time with Brandi—back then, guilt would’ve c

GiannaTwo Hours AgoI step out of the closet, necklace in hand, and head to Carlos on the bed, watching TV.“Babe, help me?”“Huh?” He glances up, spotting the necklace.“Oh, sure thing, babe.” He hops off the bed, takes it, and fastens it around my neck in seconds.“Done.”“Thanks, sweet—” Chills race through me as his warm lips graze my neck.“Baby,” I moan softly, tempted to give in but knowing I can’t. I shift, hoping he’ll stop.“Babe, I’m meeting Brandi in thirty minutes.”“Why not cancel?” He kisses my neck again, making me sigh—he knows my weak spots.“Baby, behave—you know I can’t.” His hand slips under my shirt, cupping my breast.“You can—call her, say you’re busy. We’ll spend the day doing that thing we talked about.” I freeze at “that thing”—he’s been on about it for weeks. Another kiss.“Come on, do it for me.”“I can’t—I haven’t had alone time with B in ages.” He groans.“It’s our only day off this week.”“I know, but we work together—I see you there.”“I can’t cuddle y

I stare in horror as he repeats the words. So that’s why Cole rarely speaks to me—because of Colin. I clench my fists, irritation flaring. Who does he think he is?“Do you understand?” he asks Cole. My anger surges. How dare he think he can tell him not to talk to me?“Answer me!” he shouts, and at that moment, I decide I can no longer stand idly by. I push the door open. Colin’s eyes widen when he sees me, but he quickly recovers, his angry scowl melting into a sweet smile.“Brandi, what are you doing in here?” he asks. I ignore his question and glare at him.“What are you doing?” I demand.“Oh, nothing. Cole and I were just playing, right, Cole?” He grabs Cole’s shoulder. Cole flinches and averts his eyes.“Right. Just playing,” Cole mutters.“Liar. I heard everything you said. You don’t own me, Colin, so you can’t tell me who to talk to.” I grab Cole’s arm and try to pull him away, but he doesn’t move.“Come on, Cole.” I tug again, but he remains rooted in place.“Cole?”“Cole, stop