"Look at me, baby girl. I want to see your eyes while your lips are wrapped around my cock," Ethan commanded. My eyes popped open, and I tilted my head up to make eye contact with him through my long lashes. "That's it, Lilah."
Then his hardness was at my lips again, sliding between them to dip into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I circled my tongue around the head of his dick on each upsweep. It didn't take long before I felt him tense up.
"Pull off, Lilah. Before I come down your throat," he warned.
It only made me suck harder, determination filling me. He groaned when he found release, his fingers clenched against my scalp as his hard shaft throbbed in my mouth. Spurt after spurt of semen shot into my mouth and down my throat.
"Holy fuck, baby girl," he rasped. "That was amazing."
He pulled out of my mouth, tucked his dick into his pants, and zipped them back up. Then he crouched down and helped me to my feet, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip. "Your lips are puffy and swollen, just like they get when I kiss you."
He bent his head to do just that, but we were interrupted by yet another untimely knock on the door, followed by my father's voice calling my name.
"Seriously?" I hissed softly. "Does he have a radar or something?"
"Go on," he told me softly. "I'll slip out of here after you leave and meet you guys in the kitchen in a minute."
"Coming!" I shouted, dashing into the bathroom first to quickly swish some mouthwash before leaving the room. "Or I would have been if you didn't have such horrible timing," I grumbled to myself as I reached for the door knob.
Ethan was across the room, leaning against the wall, grinning. I scowled at his amusement, which only made his smile widen. Then he winked and mouthed, "Later." The thought bolstered my spirits and I opened the door, walking out of my bedroom with a spring in my step.
"Good morning, sweetie," Lola trilled when I walked into the kitchen. She peeked her head out of the fridge. "How does French toast sound for breakfast? Ethan's around here somewhere and it's one of his favorites."
"Don't let her fool you," my father said from where he was sitting at the kitchen counter. "It's one of her favorites, too." The look on his face while he watched Lola reminded me of how Ethan stared at me.
I moved to sit down next to him. "Sure, that works for me."
"What works for you?" Ethan asked as he walked in, shoving his phone into his pocket.
"French toast," Lola answered.
"Where did you get off to?" My father pinned Ethan with a suspicious look that made me squirm in my seat.
"Sorry about that. Phone call."
He seemed mollified by Ethan's answer, and I sighed in relief.
"Lola mentioned that Lilah is moving in with her friend tomorrow morning."
"Unfortunately, yes," my father grumbled. "We've tried talking some sense into her, but she refuses to listen to reason."
"Don't you usually have a big staff meeting first thing on Monday mornings?" Ethan asked.
"Yeah, but I'm going to move it."
"You don't have to do that," I protested. "I'll be perfectly fine. There's no need for you to miss an important meeting because of me."
"What kind of a father would I be if I let my little girl move without help?"
"Why don't I step in and give her a hand?" Ethan offered, the sly devil.
"No, it's kind of you to offer, but she's my daughter and I want to do it."
"Samuel," Lola chided. "It's the logical choice, and aren't you the one always telling me to be more reasonable?"
"Fine," he huffed. "But I want her to check in with me once you're there."
"Sure, Samuel. Whatever you want," Ethan agreed.
"What I want is for my little girl to live under my roof. I missed the first eighteen years of her life, already. I don't want to miss anything else." He turned to me with a soft expression. "I've pictured you in every stage of childhood throughout your life. But, you've never really grown up in my mind. I know you're technically an adult, sweetheart, but you've only just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, and then losing your mom...I-I can't help wanting to take care of you."
I felt guilty. Horribly guilty. So much so that my stomach started turning. Then the scent of the bacon Lola was cooking wafted towards me, and the turning changed to full out rolling. And nausea. I tried to breathe through my mouth instead of my nose, but it didn't do any good. Bile crept up my throat and I leapt out of my chair to run towards the bathroom.
I barely made it in time, dropping to my knees and flipping the toilet seat open to puke my guts up. As if that wasn't bad enough, everyone had followed me. Lola made soothing sounds as she pulled my hair out of the way and patted my back. My father grumbled about me not moving when I needed to see a doctor immediately. Only Ethan remained silent. But he didn't need to say anything because his eyes did all his speaking for him. They burned with triumph when his gaze dropped to my belly. It looked like he might just have accomplished what he'd set out to do-knocking up his best friend's daughter.
Chapter 9
Ethan
"We should get you to a doctor, sweetheart," Samuel said, frowning at Lilah with concern.
I opened my mouth to respond, but shut it when I saw the pleading look in Lilah's eyes. I narrowed my own in warning, I wasn't going to keep quiet much longer, but for the moment, I didn't speak.
"I'm fine, Sa-Dad," she assured him with a minute smile.
Samuel's face lit up when she called him Dad, and he carefully helped her up from the ground. I itched to push everyone out of the way and scoop Lilah into my arms. Instead, I stood back as Lola and Samuel led her out of the bathroom. I fucking hated that I had to pretend she wasn't mine, that she didn't mean everything to me.
"I probably just ate something bad yesterday," she insisted. "Maybe there were carrots in the salad and I missed it somehow. I'm allergic."
Samuel started to argue, but she placed her hand on his arm and patted it lightly. "I'll make an appointment if I get sick again, okay?" He looked like he wasn't going to let it go, but Lola jumped in.
"Why don't you go lay down, Lilah," she suggested. "If you feel like eating later, I'll whip up some lunch."
Lilah nodded and with a last, quick glance at me, she headed off to her suite. I practically glued my feet to the floor to keep from following.
"Ethan, let's go into my office," Samuel said, breaking me out of my intense focus on Lilah. "I want to talk to you about something."
He kissed Lola's cheek and then turned in the direction of his office. I walked slowly behind him and pulled out my phone to send a text.
Me: Make that doctor's appointment today, Lilah.
My phone didn't vibrate with an incoming text until I was seated on a small couch, with Samuel at his desk. He was shuffling through some papers, so I looked down to read the text.
Lilah: I'll call Monday, after the move.
Me: Today.
Lilah: You're so bossy. And, over-reacting.
Me: You're begging for another spanking, baby girl.
Me: Call today.
Lilah: Fine.
"Ethan." Samuel called my name and I put my phone away, satisfied Lilah would do as she was told. "My daughter and I haven't really talked about what happened with her mother"-he frowned thoughtfully-"In fact, she's done her best to avoid it. But, it's clear that things were never as they seemed. She seems to trust you. Did she talk to you about it?"
I thought for a moment, wondering if I should be completely honest. Would it betray my feelings for Lilah? I didn't think so, but I wasn't sure she'd see it that way. However, I needed to get to the bottom of this, so I didn't hedge around it. "Yes, but all she had to go on was her mother's version of events though."
Samuel's lips turned down and his eyes darkened with sadness. "From the little Lilah has said, it seems Bonnie was extremely bitter. Ethan, I've got to know what happened. I'll have to live with it for the rest of my life, but I won't be able to truly move on until I know why."
I nodded and mulled over what I'd pieced together from my talks with my girl. "Bonnie told Lilah you asked for a prenup and that the provisions were set in such a way that it looked like you were preparing to take Lilah away from her."
Samuel sat back, a stunned look on his face. "How could she think I would do that?" he breathed. "I loved her so damn much. I would have given her everything without a second thought."
I had no doubt what he said was true. "It had to have been convincing. From what you told me, she wouldn't have believed it without proof."
Samuel shook his head slowly, still seeming in a daze over the information I'd shared. "No, it had to have been concrete evidence. But, when my attorney asked me about a prenuptial agreement, I told him no. I never had one even drafted. I-" Samuel stopped suddenly, suspicion and confusion both clouding his expression. "It could only have come from Marcus. But, why?"