One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Bridget

This day couldn't come soon enough. Today I was going to marry Dane MacLeod, the sweetest, sexiest man in the world. Since the day he asked me to marry him, I'd been eager to walk down the aisle.

Lucky for me, I only had to wait a few weeks. Since the ceremony was going to be at his parents' home, we didn't have to worry about the availability of a venue. Dane and his family had enough money to encourage florists and caterers to fit our wedding into their schedule.

My dad still struggled around Dane, but he was able to behave. The one moment he smiled around Dane was when my mom showed up to meet my new fiancé. His smile was one of amusement, not happiness.

My mom floated into my dad's house like the princess she always wanted to be. She saw Dane in the living room. Her eyes lit up and she sidled up next to him, sliding her arm through his and pressing a hand to his chest.

"How good to see you, Dane. I'd heard you were home taking over your father's business," she cooed. It wasn't a surprise that she'd set her sights on him. He was rich, which was her only requirement in a man. My dad snickered. I rolled my eyes.

Dane shifted uncomfortably. "I'm good, Tiana. How are you?"

She batted her eyes at him. "Very well now. My, you're still quite fit, aren't you?"

"Oh God, mom." She was such an embarrassment sometimes. "Don't you want to meet Jet's fiancé?" my dad asked.

Mom frowned. "Surely you go by Bridget now. Jet is so...masculine."

"Dane calls me Bridget."

She smiled up at Dane. "You were always such a gentleman." She looked at me. "So, where is this young man that you're marrying this weekend?" Dane winced at "young man."

My dad bumped my shoulder. "Introduce your fiancé, Jet." I glared at him. He was enjoying this way too much.

I turned my attention to my mother. "You're draping yourself all over my fiancé, mom."

Her brows drew together. She looked up at Dane and then me. "What?" "Dane is my fiancé."

She gaped, quickly withdrawing her arm from him. "That can't be. Your dad and I went to school with him. He's old enough to be your father."

"Mr. Willoughby was old enough to be your grandfather," I said, bringing up one of her many older, rich, conquests.

"That's different."

"How?" my father prodded.

"Surely you don't approve, Troy. Tell her she can't marry him."

He laughed. "Yeah, right. You've met Jet, haven't you? There's no bossing her around."

"You just want him for yourself," I said, going to stand with Dane. "He's mine."

"You're too young, baby." She looked up at Dane. "I know my Bridget is smart and pretty, but there's so much she doesn't know about life." "She's talking about sex," I said to him.

Dane flinched. My dad grinned, still having too much fun. I rubbed my hand over my belly. "I think I can manage." This time my dad scowled. Mom gaped.

"I thought we agreed to not talk about stuff like that around your parents," Dane murmured.

"That was only during sex."

Dane's cheeks heated to a bright red. "Bridget."

"Yes. I'm sorry." I smiled at my mom. "You're going to be a grandmother."

She sniffed. "Yes, well, I'm not old enough for that. The baby will have to call me something else."

"Two babies," my dad said. "Two?"

"Yep." I wanted to make a comment about how virile Dane was but didn't want to embarrass him.

"And you're okay with this?" my mom asked my dad.

"Doesn't matter what I think. But I love Bridget and am excited to meet her children."

"Dane and my children," I corrected.

Dane cleared his throat. "I love Bridget and will give her everything she wants."

My mom looked at him. "Everything?" I heard jealousy in her voice. "They've got a mansion up the road. Maybe they'll invite you over," my dad teased her.

"Mansion?" She looked at my hand. "Goodness, that's a big ring."

It wasn't that big; it just had a lot of diamonds around the emerald and band.

She looked at us. "Perhaps you have an in-law suite."

"You can come stay, but not to live." I looked up at Dane. "I don't trust her to not try to seduce you."

"It wouldn't matter if she did." He squeezed my hand. "Goodness. My baby is marrying my high school crush."

"That's gross, mom." It was also cruel to my dad. She might not have been the love of his life like Lizzie was, but he'd cared for her and she tossed him aside when she didn't think he'd become rich enough to support her desired lifestyle. "The truth finally comes out," my dad quipped.

"I didn't know that," Dane said. He looked at my dad. "It wouldn't have mattered if I did."

My dad waved his comment away. "Come on. Lizzie and the kids are out back. We can catch up there."

Two days later, I stood with my dad just inside the MacLeod's living room, waiting for the wedding to start. Thank God we were in southern California, where the weather was seventy degrees in November. Outside, the yard was beautifully green, with flowers everywhere.

"Are you sure about this, Jet?" my dad asked.

"Positive." I reached up and straightened his tie. "I know this is still weird, but I'm so happy."

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "That's the most important thing. Ready?"

"Past ready."

We stepped outside and immediately my gaze went to Dane standing in front of a beautiful arbor covered in pink flowers. My breath caught to see him there in his tux. His gaze locked on me, and in his eyes I saw love and awe. "Do you see that, Dad?" I murmured.

"I see it. I have no doubt Dane cares for you, but that doesn't make it less weird."

As we walked up the aisle, our family and friends stood, smiling. Ethan was there with his sister making me wonder if he'd given up on replaceing a fake girlfriend. Lane came solo. I was glad to see her and even more happy that she forgave me for leaving her with the burden of my secret and ghosting her. I didn't deserve her friendship, but I was so glad to have it.

When we reached Dane and the minister, my father kissed my cheek and handed me to Dane, with a glare that said, "Be good to my daughter."

Dane took my hand and leaned close to me. "You're beautiful."

To be honest, I was a little self-conscious about the baby bump, but Dane's mother found a lovely ivory, shimmery empire style dress that made me feel pretty. My hair was up with a few tendrils around my face, thanks to Mrs. MacLeod's hairstylist.

The minister started talking, but it was hard to hear what he was saying because I was so lost in Dane. I wanted to jump in his arms and kiss him. I also wanted to rip his tux off. I wondered how long we'd have to hang around before we started the honeymoon.

Finally, the I-dos were said. Dane tugged me close and kissed me in a way I'm sure made my father's blood boil, but oh well.

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"I'm having that feeling again," I whispered in his ear. His eyes lit up. "Now?"

"Yes."

"Once the reception starts, I'll take care of it, Mrs. MacLeod." My heart filled with emotion. "I love that."

"What? That I'll take care of you or being called Mrs. MacLeod." "Both."

We couldn't escape right away. Once the ceremony was over, our guests wanted to congratulate us.

Once the reception started, the drinks were flowing, and the guests were mingling, Dane took my hand and led me to the house.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he led me upstairs.

"I figured we had sex in your childhood room, we could have it in mine."

My body tingled with excitement. "I can't wait to see your childhood room. I bet it's big."

He opened the door and my jaw dropped. "This isn't a room. It's a suite." He shrugged. "Is it suitable to take care of your feeling?"

I slid my arms over his shoulders. "Anywhere with you is suitable."

He smiled, pushing a tendril of hair off my face. "I love you, Bridget. So fucking much."

"Good. Don't ever forget it."

He picked me up and carried me to the four-poster bed that had steps leading up to it.

"It won't be long before people wonder where we are," he said, unzipping my dress and cascading kisses along my skin as my dress came off.

"I doubt they'll wonder at all."

"Let's not talk about others thinking we're having sex." His fingers slid through my folds, taking away my response.

We undressed and Dane maneuvered me until I was on my knees facing the headboard. He kneeled between my legs, sitting back on his heels, pulling me back to sit on his thighs. His dick was thick and hard pressing against my back. "Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?" His lips trailed down my neck as his hands held my belly.

"Am I even though I'm getting big?"

"It is the sexiest, most erotic thing to think about my seed inside you, and you swelling with my babies."

I gasped as his words sent a sizzle of excitement through me.

His hands slid up my belly to my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples. The sensation had my hips rocking, seeking his dick.

"I need you." I rose up.

He positioned his dick at my pussy and then pulled me back until I sank over him. He resumed kissing the back of my neck and playing with my breasts, making my pussy contract. Inside me, his dick pulsed. I rocked, needing more friction. His hand slid down; his finger massaged my clit.

"Oh God... Yes... Yes...make me come." My head fell back on his shoulder as I gave myself over to him.

"So fucking sexy," he murmured against my neck.

I cried out as my orgasm slid through me, around me. "So fucking amazing," he said.

As I came down from the high, he continued to rub my clit and kiss my neck and shoulder. "Fuck me Dane."

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He laughed. "I thought that's what I was doing."

I reached forward to grip the headboard. "You know what I mean."

He rose on his knees and gripped my hips. He withdrew and slid in. "Is that what you mean?"

"Faster. Harder."

He reached one hand forward, putting on the headboard next to mine. "Hold on, Bridget. Your husband is going to fuck you."

"Oh God...yes..." It was amazing how erotic words could be.

His next few strokes were slow and steady, but soon he was pistoning in and out of me.

"Yes...Dane...yes..."

"You like that? You like it when your husband fucks you?"

"Yes...don't stop." So fast, I was teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Your husband loves to fuck his wife." "I'm coming..."

He growled. "Fuck...yes, Bridget...fuck..." He thrust in, warmth filling

me.

We moved together until all remnants of the orgasms subsided. He

maneuvered us until we lay on the bed. He tucked me into his side and kissed my temple.

"How's the feeling now?" he asked.

"Glorious." I rested my hand on his chest. The emerald engagement ring and diamond filled wedding band glinted from the sunlight shining in the window. "Good."

"My mother is so jealous of me."

He laughed. "Can we not talk about your parents post coitus?"

I looked up at him. "You don't want to talk about them during coitus.

When can I talk about them?"

He laughed. "Only when we're clothed, and my dick is flaccid." I reached down and cupped said dick. "That could be never." "Is that a problem?"

"Not for me." I climbed over him, straddling his thighs. "I love you, Dane. I'm the happiest woman in the world."

His smile was so sweet. "I'm glad to hear it. It's my mission in life to make you happy, my love."

I lay my head on his chest, loving the sound and feel of his heartbeat against my cheek.

When I returned home six months ago, never in a million years had I guessed I'd replace the love of my life, be growing our children in my belly, and building a successful business. It was all possible because of the man laying underneath me. "Dane?"

"Yes, wife."

I lifted my head and grinned, loving being reminded that I was his wife. "I'm having that feeling again."

He laughed. "Let me take care of it for you."