One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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Dane

The nerves Bridget felt at having dinner at my parent's place was nothing compared to the sheer terror I felt at going over to her parent's place the next day. None of us were ready to attempt dinner, but we had to meet.

We had to share the news about the wedding and the twins being mine, as well as pack up Bridget's things. I hoped to hell that Troy hadn't taken to owning a gun. He'd surely shoot me dead when he learned I was the twins' father. "I survived last night; you can survive this Mr. Hotshot Navy SEAL." Bridget took my hand as she led me to the front door.

"Nothing in SEAL training prepared me for this."

She stopped before knocking and looked up at me. "I know this is weird and hard, but it will be okay. Lizzie assured me that my dad would be on his best behavior."

Each time she called Troy dad, it brought home my betrayal. "I hate that I hurt him."

She pressed her palm to my cheek. "I know. It shouldn't be a contest, but I'm glad you chose me."

I dropped my forehead against hers. "There was no contest. Not really."

Her smile was my reward. I'd made it my new life's mission to make sure she smiled as much as possible. I hope our babies had her amazing green eyes and effervescent smile. She opened the door without knocking.

"They're here!" Layla came running up and pressed her hands to

Bridget's belly. "Are the babies awake?" "In this house, how can they sleep?"

We were met by Emma and Ari. "Can you come swimming with us?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I want to see your big belly in a swimsuit." Ari smirked. "Maybe later. Where's dad and your mom?"

"They're outside. Mom's giving him a pep talk." Ari eyed me. "I hope you can run fast."

I swallowed, not wanting to fight with Troy.

"She's kidding." Bridget said the words, but her expression suggested she wasn't so sure.

I took a breath. "Let's do this."

She led me out to the back patio. The kids filed around us, heading to the pool.

As I stepped outside, Troy's gaze was on me. He didn't say anything, but I was sure in his head, he was kicking the living shit out of me.

"Hey guys," Bridget said, cheerfully.

"I brought out some snacks and drinks," Lizzie said. She seemed to be trying to keep the mood light, which I appreciated.

"Great. The babies are hungry." Bridget nodded for me to sit next to her, then she picked up a carrot and dunked it in dressing.

I sat. Sweat trickled down my back. I felt like I was at the Inquisition. "You had dinner at the MacLeod's last night?" Lizzie asked Bridget. "Yes. I had to meet the parents." "That can be nerve wracking." Lizzy offered me a beer. I took it but didn't drink it.

"Do they know you're my daughter?" Troy never took his angry eyes off

me.

"Yes." Bridget put her hand on my thigh. I wasn't sure if she was being

supportive or keeping me from bolting.

Lizzie leaned forward, her gaze on Bridget's hand. She looked up at Lizzie with an arched brow.

"Oh yeah. Dane and I are getting married." She tossed it out there like it was no big deal. Maybe it was on purpose to keep things light.

The tension in Troy coiled tighter.

"Dane bought the most beautiful house just up the road. He even had the nursery decorated, didn't you?"

I kept my eyes on Troy. I wanted to be ready if he lunged over the table to strangle me. "Yes. I did."

"Well, that's nice. At least you'll be close. Isn't that nice, honey?" Lizzie prodded Troy.

He didn't take his eyes off me when he gave a curt nod.

"There is one more thing I need to tell you." Bridget looked at her dad. "You have to promise to not go all caveman on me."

His jaw tightened. "I'll do my best."

This was it. This was the moment they'd learn I was the father of Bridget's twins.

"I told you already that Dane and my relationship started when I worked for MacLeod Capital Investment."

"You mean when he was your boss." Bridget glared at her dad. "Should we go?"

Lizzie patted Troy's arm. "No. Please. What do you have to tell us?" "The twins are mine." I regretted hurting Troy, but it was time that I

stood up and be a man.

Lizzie's brows shot up to her hairline. Troy's narrowed to slits. Bridget ate another carrot. "So, see, I'm not promiscuous, dad."

Jesus, did he call her that? I couldn't hold back my anger at that. "That's obscene."

"What's obscene is you fucking my daughter." Troy spoke low probably so the kids wouldn't hear, but there was no mistaking the lethalness of his tone.

"Dad!"

He looked at Bridget. "Just because he's the father doesn't mean you have to marry him. Plenty of women succeed as single women."

Bridget leaned forward, staring at her father with determined eyes. "I know, but I'm marrying him because I love him."

I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry I hurt you Troy, I really am, but I love Bridget. I didn't want to. I didn't set out to. But she's my center now. I'd like to find a way for us to be civil at least."

"If you can't accept this, dad, then there will be a problem," Bridget said.

Troy turned his head away. He was probably trying to rein in a stream of expletives aimed at me.

"It will be a process, I'm sure," Lizzie said. "As long as you're happy, Jet, that's all that really matters."

Bridget took my hand and looked up at me with her glittering green eyes and radiant smile. "I've never been happier." She turned to Lizzie and Troy. "The wedding will be at the MacLeod's home. As soon as possible. I'd like you to walk me down the aisle, dad."

He turned his attention back to her. Emotion welled in his eyes. He nodded, and then turned away again. I got the feeling he was overcome with his feelings and didn't want me to see them. "How can we help?" Lizzie asked.

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Troy strode up to me. I realized that Lizzie and Bridget had probably purposefully made sure we weren't ever alone, but now was his chance, as Lizzie watched the kids outside and Bridget was indisposed. I straightened. If he wanted to slug me, I'd let him.

"You know how fucked up this all is, right?" He hissed at me.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry you feel that way. I can assure you, Troy, I love Bridget." I pressed my hand over my heart. "With all that I am, I'm hers and I'll do anything for her."

"I can't believe you knocked up my twenty-one-year-old daughter."

I ignored the urge to look down because I refused to feel ashamed. "I'm having children with your daughter. Children that I will love and protect. I hope you won't hold their father against them."

He jerked back like I'd slapped him. "You don't think I'll love my grandchildren?"

"If you continue to act like this toward Dane, I can't let the babies be around you," Bridget said, coming up to stand next to me.

Troy's expression was stricken. "Bridget, that's too far," I said.

"No. It's not. I can't have my kids hear their grandfather badmouth their father. I won't have it."

Troy sucked in a breath. "I promise, that won't happen. As long as Dane is a good husband and father, I'll refrain from expressing my feelings."

"You should shake hands," Bridget said. Both Troy and I gaped at her.

"What?" She looked between us like what she was asking was no big deal. "I know it will take time, Dad, but eventually, you're going to have to accept the situation and maybe you can even be friends again. You've made the first truce, so you should shake on it."

I held out my hand. He looked at it like he wanted to chop it off. But he slid his hand into mine. We had one shake and then let go.

Bridget smiled. "See. That wasn't so hard." She stepped up to Troy and gave him a hug. "You said you wanted me to be happy and I am. Please be happy for me." She took my hand and led me out the door. "I'm having that feeling again." "Jesus, Bridget." I looked back at Troy to make sure he didn't hear or if he did, he didn't realize she was talking about wanting to have sex. "Maybe we could avoid poking the bear."

We reached the car. "I don't want you to poke the bear. I want you to poke me."

"You're insatiable."

She arched a brow. "I told you the doctor said I would be. Is it a problem?"

"No. But it would be best if it didn't happen around your parents."

"You mean like when we fucked in my bedroom?" She climbed into the passenger seat.

I winced as I made my way to the driver's side and got in the car. "How about we go home, and I'll service you. You have the drive to decide what room, what surface, what position." "Can we use chocolate and whipped cream? I have a craving for that too."

My dick swelled to full mast as the idea of licking chocolate and whipped cream off Bridget flashed in my head. "Yes, but stop talking about it until we get home."

She pressed her hand over my dick. "Oh my. You know, I could take care of that now."

God, just what I needed. Her getting me off in front of her parents' home.

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"If you want a full service with chocolate, keep your hands to yourself." She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

When we arrived home, she pulled me to the couch, told me to strip and sit down. I, of course, did exactly as my beautiful woman asked me to. She undressed and straddled me, teasing my dick with her pussy. "No chocolate?" I asked.

"Next time." She brought my hands to her tits and I pinched her nipples

just as she liked. "My dad is going to come around."

"Can we not talk about your dad when I'm about to shove my dick inside you?"

She laughed. "No you're not. I'm going to impale myself on your dick." "I don't want to talk about your dad with that going on either."

"Okay." She sank down on me and, Jesus fuck, it was always so good. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her hot pussy walls enveloping my cock. I pulled her to me, kissing her as my hands roamed her body.

She let out a frustrated whimper. "I need fast." "Take what you want, baby. I'm all yours."

She gripped my shoulders and immediately started riding me hard and fast. My dick swelled even more. I gripped her hips as pleasure shot up, stealing my breath.

"Yes... Dane... Yes..." She threw her head back, her long red locks hanging down her back. I leaned forward, sucking the soft column of her throat. "Yes!" She cried out and her pussy clamped down around my dick like it would never let go. "Fuck...Bridget." I bucked up, shooting my release inside her.

We moved together, riding out the wild pleasure until she collapsed against me.

"God, I needed that." She rested her head on my shoulder.

I held her, stroking her hair down her back. "I'm glad I could help." She lifted her head. "My dad will come around."

I rolled my eyes. "My cock is still inside you. Can we not talk about your dad?"

"I just want you to know, it won't be like that forever. Probably not very long."

Deciding I couldn't stop her from talking about Troy, I asked. "How do you know?"

"My father is a passionate man. The more pissed he is, the more it means he loves you. I think it's weird for him thinking about us fucking on the couch, but mostly I think he feels like he's losing a daughter and friend. When he sees that's not the case, he'll come around."

I suppose she had a point. "If he wants to hit me, I'm going to let him."

She shook her head. "Men are so dumb. What is hitting you going to solve?"

"As strange as it sounds, emotion, especially anger, is energy, and often

for men, hitting the object of your anger releases it." "Then all is well?"

"Yes. Usually."

She laid her head on my shoulder. "Men really are dumb." "Fortunately, we have dicks."

She rocked over me, and my dick perked up. "Fortunately."