Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 220 -

James.

I tried to grasp what I had done this time to make Becca angry, and all of my instincts told me it was because she had a hard time handling death. However, I still irrationally thought she was completely mad at me for some reason. Thinking over Allison and all that had happened, I winced, putting my head into my hands. At the moment, I was leaving a meeting with family members regarding Don matters, Giovani on my mind still for a potential replacement. All of that had to be shoved to the side, of course, when the incident with Allison came up. One thing I did get from Becca was her explanation of how it happened, most likely. The Cartwrights had let Allison out of prison and sent her over here. Money could make the streets run red, and this was an example.

I scowled, thinking through how far Allison would have gone to off Becca and our daughter. She was unhinged and delusional, and while I felt sad a woman I formerly loved was dead, I was also very relieved she was gone. Climbing into my car, I drove along the road, heading back to the compound and reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose as I went. I was glad the police were on our side in this, because it really had been a case of self-defense. I hadn't even needed to consider bribing.

The night was peaceful as I drove along, skies clear, with no rain. The roads were quiet as well, which gave me a bit more peace to think about the upcoming conversation I was to have with Becca. If she was well enough for said conversation, of course.

She had drifted along like a ghost during her time in the hospital, not herself. She needed to heal and let herself be taken care of, but just kept insisting on going home. Thankfully, other than verbal complaints, she cooperated.

I pulled into the family compound and entered, the sound of whistling from the kettle on the stove causing me to raise a brow as I entered the kitchen. There Becca was, preparing herself some tea. I swallowed, feeling bitter feelings rise given she may still be mad at me.

"James," Becca said, turning her head and noticing my entry. Her expression wasn't aggressive or angry, but rather, concerned. She wore a smile that met her eyes, causing me to raise a brow in confusion. "I'm sorry."

She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. I returned the hug, resting my chin on her shoulder and letting out a soft sigh. "I was trying to figure out what I did to make you so upset with me," I told her. "I still, for the life of me, don't know."

"It's nothing," she said. "I was sick mentally and physically. It's hard to grasp killing someone like I did. I didn't mean to. I spoke with a few friends, though, and they helped me calm down. Thank you for trying to comfort me. I was a real jerk to you when you tried."

"I understand," I said genuinely, giving her one more squeeze before letting go so she could fix herself some tea. Then, I added, "It is tough coming to terms with it, especially if you're not used to killing. But you saved the kids and are a hero, love."

"I know," Becca said, causing me to sigh with relief. This ordeal with Allison would weigh on her for a little while, I was sure, but at least it wouldn't continue to rule her thoughts. I furrowed my brow, however, thinking about the other thing she said.

"Physically? Are the knife wounds infected? Do we need to take you to the hospital again straight away?" I asked, my voice bleeding into a nervous tone. Now that she was okay again, and could focus on things, maybe she noticed missed treatment on her wounds.

Becca poured herself a cup of tea and shook her head, biting her lip. "No," she replied softly. "I don't want to go to the hospital again unless I really need to. I've been having some stomach pain and nausea. I figured it was a bug, but it's been here more than a few days now."

"Have you scheduled an appointment with the doctor?" I asked, not liking the sound of this. She had gone through so much lately and didn't need something like this on top of it, some mysterious illness we had no idea about. "Yes," Becca said. "I'm going in a couple days. I'm taking care of it, don't worry, James." She gave me a smile, then said, "I'm doing fine right now. I had a bit of pain earlier while talking to Madeline, but that's gone away for the most part." I nodded, sighing in relief. She sat down at the table and began drinking her tea, gazing at me expectantly and giving a light smile. I sat next to her, leaning on her shoulder, happy to feel her against me.

Then, Becca leaned into my ear, She said, "I'm also well enough to make love, James." This caused my pants to tighten, and I licked my lips, turning to focus on Becca with a light grin. However, my smile faded into a frown for a moment. "Are you sure you're well enough, Becca? I want to make love to you, baby, but I don't want to push yourself if you're not feeling well," I said, tilting my head.

"I will be alright. Just go a little less rough than usual," Becca told me. I couldn't resist, at this point, and would give her exactly what she wanted. After a happy sigh, I nodded, letting her finish her tea before sweeping her up into my arms and heading to the bedroom.

Becca groaned with excitement as I placed her on the bed and slowly began to undress her. I remained very gentle with her, knowing she wasn't feeling well but still wanted me in her. I began feeling along her body, the most sensitive areas that made her quiver.

As I did so, I left soft kisses, which sent shudders through her and caused my erection to throb. I exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to pin her down and f*ck her until she begged me for more. Rather, I kept moving up until I captured her lips with mine.

Becca explored my mouth, tasting all of me, causing me to let out a groan into the kiss. I did the same, slipping my tongue into her mouth and reaching up to run my fingers through her hair. She shuddered beneath me, the delicious sting of her nails sinking into my back already.

I broke the kiss and commented, "I haven't even started f*cking you yet, baby, and you're being aggressive. That's sexy." I let out a chuckle, especially as the blush darkened on her cheeks. She met my eyes, running her tongue over her lips and gulping.

"I may be a bit excited, James. You can go a bit faster, I will be okay. Actually, beyond okay. I want you to roughen me up just a little," she said. Inwardly, I hoped she would be okay given how she described she was sick, but I knew she'd let me know if something was wrong.

Smirking and leaning down to steal one more kiss, I moved down to capture one of her nipples with my lips and tongue, a soft groan pouring from me as Becca gasped and squirmed beneath me. She moved her hips to match mine, wanting

more.

"Mmm, keep going, James," she gasped, her grinding only intensifying. I pressed her down onto the bed with my body, reaching up to grab her wrists when she let go of my back. I held them down above her head as I continued giving attention to her hardened nipples.

The other needed attention as well, of course, so I soon enough drew my nose across her chest and captured the other. The scent of her lust rose into the air, causing my erection to throb once more. She'd need me in her soon enough. The feeling was mutual.

I angled myself and teased at her entrance, causing a pained groan to spill from her lips. "James, I need you," she whined, causing me to smile. I tilted my head to look up at her, shaking my head. She'd need to do more to get me in her. I was in the mood for begging.

"How badly do you need me, baby? I need to know," I replied in a sultry tone, lust shooting through me at the thought of f*cking her soon enough. Becca groaned and squirmed, her hips moving to meet mine, trying to get me in her. "I need you filling and stretching me, love, I need you right this damn second. I need you so, so, badly, James, please. Take me. Come on," she gasped, her tone edged and pleading. I ran my tongue over my lips and finally reared back before penetrating her.

Becca arched her back and let out a cry of ecstasy, squirming and moving her hips to meet mine. I returned to sucking hard on her nipple, sending jolts of bliss through her and myself. I began taking her gently, not wanting to go too hard right

now.

Her inner walls massaged my c*ck, causing a prolonged groan to slip from my lips. I resisted the urge to cum early, though the smell and sounds of Becca were overwhelming. Eventually, I let go of her wrists, moving my hands downward. I used one to rub at her cl*t, which caused keeling squeals to spill from her. The other hand I used to hold her hips as her sounds grew more and more edged. "More, James. Harder, I need you harder!" she said, a demand that I was happy to meet.

I began intensifying my motions, fevered gasps and moans of my own escaping my lips as a wave of pleasure overtook me. Becca was reaching her limit, I could tell by how her body tensed up. Her cries had a certain edge to them. "Cum for me, baby," I said, a soft, sultry tone. After just a pause, I snarled, "Now. I demand it. Give me all of you."

Fluid spilled from her thighs as she squeezed my c*ck, her entire body giving into her release. Right at the same time, I allowed pleasure to overwhelm me, my eyes rolling back as I let out a loud moan. I filled Becca with my warm seed, the sensation visceral and amazing.

After a pause, I withdrew from her, leaning over and leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. Afterglow was taking hold of the woman, and she opened one eye to peer at me. A happy smile settled on her face, one that was gentle. "Thank you, James," she said. "I'd go again, but... hmm."

I frowned, asking, "Are you alright?" At her nod, she yawned, reaching up to rub her eyes.

"I am," she confirmed. "Just tired. Thank you, love. That was amazing." Her smile widened. "I love it when you release at the same time as me. It makes everything even more wonderful." She reached down and pulled the blankets over herself. I nodded, climbing up next to her and taking her into my arms. I whispered into her ear, "I love that too. Rest, baby. I'll be here for you." We'd cuddle for the rest of the night, my nerves no longer shot from worrying about whether she was mad at me. Eventually, we fell asleep together, all well in the world once again, and hopefully for longer this time.