One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Bridget

My heart and my body were in heaven. My mind was telling me this was a mistake, but as it often happened when Dane was involved, my mind was overruled by my heart and body.

His kiss lit me up from the inside out. His masterful fingers brought me pleasure. The only thing that would be better was if he'd fucked me. My orgasm hit, and for the first time in a long time, my body felt so good.

As I came down, I took his hand, lifting his fingers coated with my essence to my lips. His eyes flashed with wild hunger as I sucked a finger into my mouth. He groaned.

"Is your dick jealous of your finger?" "Exceedingly. But he'd rather be inside you."

He kissed me again, as I undid the button of his jeans and slipped my fingers inside to rub the velvety tip of his dick. It twitched at my touch.

I started to pull the zipper down when the door opened.

"Hey, have you seen-" My father's voice stopped short. "What the fuck!"

Dane stiffened. He pulled my dress down and did the button of his jeans. I thanked God we weren't naked, although my dad's reaction now would be the same as if we'd been fully fucking. "Dad-"

Dane was jerked back and pushed toward the door.

"You have two minutes to get out of my house before I kick your ass to kingdom come." My father's voice was low, lethal. I'd never heard that from

him before.

As an ex-SEAL, Dane could probably defend himself, but I was sure he wouldn't. The guilt and anguish on his face suggested he felt he'd deserved a beating by my father. "Troy...I'm " "Get the fuck out!"

"Dad." I slid off the table, pushing my dress down.

My father pointed his finger at me. "Don't you say a word." "Why? Are you going to kick my ass to kingdom come too?" Dane held his hands up in surrender. "I care about "

"I don't give a shit what you care about. Get out of my house." My dad pushed him again.

Dane nodded. "I'm going." He reached the door and looked over his shoulder at me. "I'll be in touch."

"No, you won't. You stay the fuck away from my girl, you sick bastard." "Dad!" I returned my gaze to Dane but he was gone.

My father strode over to me. "Did he hurt you?" He reached out as if he wanted to comfort me.

"What? No."

He stared at me with his hands on his waist. "What's going on Jet? Why did my forty-year old childhood friend have his hands on you?"

I huffed out a breath. The moment I'd hoped to avoid was here. "Dane and I had a little fling when I worked for him. It was before I knew he was your friend. He didn't know I was your daughter." "Bullshit. I tell him about you all the time."

"You know, if you hadn't meddled in getting me a job, this wouldn't have happened." Even as I set it, I knew it made me sound like a dumb teenager.

"My friend fucking you isn't my fault."

I scraped my hands over my face, feeling so tired. "You call me Jet. And remember, I was using mom's name, not Manion. But it ended when we realized your connection to both of us."

"I didn't walk in on something that was ended."

"We care about each other. If not for you, things might be different." "He's my age, Jet."

"So?"

His jaw tightened. "You can't care that much about him if you ended up with another man. Where did I go wrong that you got involved with the

wrong men? First Dane and then whoever got you pregnant and left you."

I should've told him the truth, but I couldn't. Knowing what I knew now about Dane and Anne, I needed to tell him the truth. It would be nice if we could see where things would go between us, but I could see now that my father would never accept us.

"Maybe you learned it from your mother."

Anger boiled hot. "Don't you dare compare me to mom." I loved my mom despite her inability to be fully present in my life. One of the reasons she couldn't be was her constant striving for a rich husband, which resulted in a long line of men in her life. "I don't look for a man to take care of me and I certainly won't put them above my babies and if you think that of me, then there's no reason for me to stay." I rushed back to the bedroom to pack my clothes. "You're not going anywhere, young lady."

I laughed. "I'm not a child, dad." I walked up to him, looking him in the eyes. "Dane didn't seduce me. I wanted him like a woman wants a man."

"That's enough."

I pulled out a bag and started tossing whatever clothes I could get my hands on into it. "Maybe I've made bad choices, but they're my choices. I'm grown up enough to make my own problems and also solve them." "Jet." He let out a frustrated growl. "Just stop. You don't have to go." "If you think I'm promiscuous-"

"I don't think that. Fuck." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Just stay. Will you?"

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"Fine. Where are you going to go? How are you going to pay for it? You have no job. Your business isn't making enough to even pay half of what rent costs around here. If you're so grown up, you need to think about that and not impulsively run away from home."

I hated that he was right. I was stuck. Maybe I could go to Dane's but that would be too much. It would likely sever my relationship with my dad and as angry as I was, I wasn't ready to do that. I couldn't call Lane. I'd ghosted our friendship. Maybe Ryker and Nina would let me stay in their guesthouse. I could call my mom for money, but that defeated the purpose of being able to take care of myself.

I sank on the bed feeling defeated.

"I know you think you're grown up, Jet. You might be legally an adult, but there's a lot about life you don't know."

"How can I learn it if you don't let me live?"

"Fucking your boss who's old enough to be your father isn't living." I looked up at my father. "I love him."

"Jesus, God." He turned away for a moment. When he turned back, I could see he was trying to control his anger. "I love your mother. At the time, I was sure of it. When she left me, I was devastated and pissed because I realized she hadn't loved me. But over time, I realized that while emotions are strong when you're young, it's not the deep love like Lizzie and I have. Or Ryker and Nina."

It hurt that my father had so little faith in my ability to be self-aware. And maybe he was right. I had a life ahead of me where I'd learn more. But he was wrong about my feelings. I knew my love for Dane was real. I'd loved Mark, who I dated in high school, but it wasn't like this.

I felt connected to Dane. Like he'd become a part of my soul. I suppose that was why it hurt so much when I thought he was using me while engaged to Anne.

"It doesn't matter anyway. You doomed us from the start." His eyes narrowed. "This isn't my fault."

I tilted my head. "If we want to be together, we lose you. If we want to keep you in our lives, we lose each other. Maybe it's not your fault, but you definitely play a role." I wondered what he'd do if I told him about the babies? Would he realize that Dane was going to be in both our lives no matter what or would he be even more pissed?

"Well, then I guess you have a difficult decision to make." He turned and left the room, slamming the front door as he left the guesthouse.

I sat on the bed, stunned. I knew I had to tell Dane about the babies. Now it wasn't just about me and Dane. I had my babies to consider. They had to come first, and I suspected Dane would think so too. Even if he didn't forgive me for keeping the babies from him, he would be in their lives. Ultimately, I had to put my kids first. My heart broke knowing I was going to lose my father.