Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.

  By Hazel Gower

  © 2017 Hazel Gower

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  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  NOTE FROM HAZEL

  PROLOGUE

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  FIVE

  SIX

  EPILOGUE

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  To my fans. Thanks for all your support over the years.

  This book is set in Australia. In Australia, the legal age to drink, vote, get married and so on is eighteen. The characters speak English Australian, so if you see the word ‘arse’ instead of ‘ass’ it is because that’s how we say it in Australia. If you find a word you haven’t heard before, look it up or message me, I’d be happy to talk to you.

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  Hazel Gower

  ADAM

  I COULDN’T REMEMBER THE LAST time I’d been this wasted. I wasn’t being the responsible parent I’d been the last eighteen years, but my son was moving out and I was now alone. I was sad he was leaving me and growing up, but at the same time happy for him. One thing I was bloody grateful for with my son moving out was Hannah, my son’s shadow, who, over the last two years had started to come more into the light and was driving me fucking crazy, would be moving out too. In other words, there would be no more sleepovers. She'd developed the habit of walking around with one of my shirts tied at her waist, and tiny, bright-colored, cotton undies. Damn, did she fill them out, her arse was tight, perfect globes. Her breasts…fuck, just picturing them had me nearly creaming my pants, all perky and well over a handful. If I didn’t know how bloody innocent she was, I’d think she was teasing me, but Hannah had no idea of her sex appeal. I’d watched as guy after guy had hit on her as she grew into her looks. Looks she seemed to be unaware of. She dated guys that were barely taller than her, and looked like they couldn’t carry her shopping bags. Jamie called them, ‘weak little geeks’ and I hated to agree, but I did too.

  I groaned as my stomach churned. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my thoughts towards Hannah, the girl my son had been in love with for as long as I could remember, and I was being a dirty old man and lusting after, or because I’d been an idiot and had joined in on the drinking games and fun. I now laid on my son’s bed staring at the ceiling, praying I didn’t run to the ensuite bathroom and puke like a teenager on his first binger, not a thirty-four-year-old man.

  Closing my eyes, Hannah’s image met me. She’d grown into her looks. When I'd first met her, she was a skinny six-year-old starting kindergarten a year later than most. A tiny thing, so skinny I worried she wasn’t being fed, she had big green eyes, long lashes and full puffy lips that were all too big for her little face. Her hair, hacked short, had two clips at the side, I assumed to help it look a little neater. She looked like she hadn’t bathed in days. I’d gotten Jamie to invite her around for a play date, wanting to meet her parents and to cheek on the poor little thing, and that was when I learned what type of parents she had, the kind that didn’t care. If Jamie hadn’t become instant friends with the girl, I would have gotten him to at least help her out as much as he could by giving her food and so on. Thankfully, she and Jamie became inseparable and Hannah had practically lived with me and my son.

  Tired, I opened my eyes and pulled down my jeans and threw them on the floor, my shirt soon following. I fell back on the bed on a moan, as my stomach churned again. I hoped everything would stay down if I slept. I closed my eyes again, and didn’t even care that Hannah Wright’s sexy image appeared as I tried to sleep.

  I AWOKE TO A MUMBLED, “Liquid courage.” The bed shook and warm, smooth hands ran up my legs, hooked on the top of my boxers, and pulled them down to bring out my rising cock. I could still hear the music going, just not as loud. Groaning, I wondered if I was dreaming. A silky, light chocolate colored mop of wavy hair obscured my vision, and warm full lips kissed the tip of my dick, before heat engulfed it as her mouth opened and took me inside.

  Easing up, I groaned at the sight that greeted me, Hannah had her full plump lips wrapped around my erection, as she sank down on it and rose up again. Fuck, if this was a dream I didn’t want to wake up. She worked my cock, her mouth sucking me as her hand pumped the bottom half she couldn’t fit in. I loved the eagerness that she put into it. I was close to blowing my load at just the image she gave alone.

  I moved my hands down to thread through her thick locks, and curled them around my hand. I paused, and had a moment where I pulled her back knowing, what we were doing was wrong. Her hands came away, but she darted her gaze up my body and licked her lips. My own gaze zoned in on that act, and my other mind took over straining up for her to put her mouth back over it. I watched, transfixed, as she sank down taking as much of me as she could, so much so, that she choked and eased out. Her hand circled my base, pumping, and I groaned in ecstasy. She worked me until I was ready to blow my load, then she pulled back. She yanked her tank top off and undid her bra, her full pert breasts bouncing at being released. She wiggled out of her short shorts, and underwear, and crawled up the bed, her tits swaying and entrancing my gaze to follow them. She smoothed her hands up my legs and when her head came to my thighs she settled for a moment, licking and sucking my cock again, until I was ready for release. She slid off, and rose slowly up, kissing a trail up my body to straddle me.

  I must have been going crazy right then, because as I stared up at the stunning woman, I asked, “Are you sure?”

  In answer, she brought her hands up and ran them across my chest, then leaned down and kissed each of my nipples. Circling them with her tongue, she shocked me when she bit me. I yelped in surprise, and she giggled and brought her head up so her gaze caught mine. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”

  There wasn’t even a hint of
hesitation in her tone and in that moment, I knew I’d not think of stopping again. Fuck it, if I was only going to get a night with her, I was going to fucking enjoy it. Her head went back down to play with my chest, and all I could say on a grunt was, “Thank God.”

  She sucked my nipple, and damn if that didn’t feel fantastic, but I was already primed to take her. It was her turn for some foreplay. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled. She giggled and clung to me, as I eased her up further so I could capture her mouth, melding our lips together with a fierce, all-consuming kiss that I hoped would have her burning with need for me. I trailed my fingers down her arm and over curves of her body, caressing her breasts on my way down to her core. She arched into my touch, and I groaned when I felt the wetness already there, she was turned on by pleasing me. Holy fuck, that was hot. My fingers slid between her folds, and she mewled at even the softest touch. Trailing up, I found her clit, rolling, flicking and caressing it, before sliding down and inside her to pump two fingers in and out of her pussy until she was ready to explode.

  She pulled away panting for breath, and I suckled on her tits, listening to her mewls and moans of pleasure. When she begged, I knew she was almost ready. “Please. Please, Adam. I need to come. Please let me come. I need to—” Her hand glided down to strum her clit. She was about to go, and I wanted my dick buried deep inside when she came.

  I lined my dick up and slowly sank in, savoring her tight cunt. Hannah kept playing with herself and I took her mouth again in a deep, tongue tangling kiss as I pulled out, before slowly thrusting back in.

  Hannah yanked her mouth from mine on a scream of pain, and I froze; realizing I just fucking deflowered her. “Fuck. Angel, I’m sorry. Holy shit, I didn’t know. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything? No. I shouldn’t have done this.” I began to ease away, but she gripped onto me so tight her nails dug into me. “Hannah.” I stared at her, not believing what I'd just taken. She’d had boyfriends, sure, the puny geeks, but surely…my thoughts trailed off as her core pulsed around my cock that still wasn’t all the way in. Damn, she was tight and being a virgin explained that.

  She sighed and wiggled herself further on me. “What the hell did you expect me to say? Hey, I came in here to seduce you, and want you to take my virginity?”

  “Well, yes.” I didn’t, but I wasn’t about to admit that to her.

  “If I told you, we never would have gotten this far. You’re all I want. I wanted to lose it to you.” Her already flushed cheeks turned a brighter shade of red.

  She was right, if she’d told me, it never would have gotten this far. Her pussy muscles squeezed me, and I knew she did that on purpose. The little minx. I closed my eyes and tried to get myself under control. Closing my eyes, had me focusing on the feel of her naked body against mine, her pussy so tight around me I was sure I was in heaven. I knew I was lost when her hands came up and held me close to her.

  “Please, let me have this. I want this with you.” She brushed his lips over mine and reached down to grip my arse, pushing me in further. I opened my eyes. She gasped, and I stared into her widened gaze. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. That…that felt…do it again.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the eagerness in her voice. I eased in a little, before I pushed back deeper. She gasped again. “More.”

  Unable to tear my gaze away from her beautiful face as she discovered the pleasure of love making, I knew as her face lit up and her body started to move with mine, that I was screwed literally. Hannah was more amazing than any lust-filled dream I’d ever had. She met my eyes, hers filling with passion and wonder with every thrust. I knew no woman had, or ever would, top Hannah.

  I kept an easy pace at first. She gripped me, her nails digging in, but I didn’t mind one bit. It actually heightened my already sky-high need. Nestling between her shoulders, I started nibbling, moving up and back down. This drove her wild, and her pussy quivered with each nibble.

  Holding back my release, I willed myself not to come until she did. I knew she was close, and with it being her first time, I wanted to give her that orgasm with it.

  Desperate for release, knowing I couldn’t hold on much longer, not with how fucking tight she was, and her beautiful face, I sucked her neck not giving a fuck if I marked her for all to see. Her fingers raked down my back, and I propelled into her with a deep, hard stroke that had her screaming.

  “Adam. Yes. Yes. Oh, Adam.” As she came undone, her pussy gripped me harder than anything I'd ever had before. So much so, I thought it would chop it off as she milked me, her core pulsed, tightened, quivered and squeezed around me.

  “Holy fucking shit, Hannah.” I grunted as I emptied myself deep inside her. I quickly rolled to the side so I didn’t fall and squash her.

  She sighed and snuggled against me. “That was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you for that.” she said, dreamily.

  Stroking her cheek, I traced her lips before I brushed mine over hers. “I should be thanking you. Thank you for giving me that gift.”

  She yawned, and closed her eyes. “You're the only one I want,” she mumbled sleepily.

  My own eyes were drooping, and even though I knew I couldn’t stay like this, at least not until some things were sorted out, I didn’t move.

  I opened my eyes one more time and gazed down at Hannah, an angel, right then she reminded me of angel. She was damn perfect. Fuck, this was going to hurt if I couldn’t sort out if this could work.

  HANNAH

  GUILT ASSAULTED ME AS I hung my head over the toilet bowl and did my new nightly day’s purge, while Jamie rubbed my back and offered to take me to the doctors for the third night in a row. I wasn’t ready to have a doctor tell me what I didn’t want to admit to myself, and I definitely didn’t want Jamie to know. If he found out, then there would be questions, and I sucked at lying, especially to my best friend. I had a huge…no, massive secret already, and by some miracle I had been keeping it from Jamie for close to two and a half months. On top of that, I now had this new secret that also affected him.

  God, my life sucked. Just when I thought I had everything going for me, my job that was paying for me to go to technical and further education, aka (TAFE) to study aged care, and my new house with Jamie away from my shitty parents, this happened.

  Once I thought the content of my stomach was empty, I fell back into Jamie’s embrace and let him help me stand and get me to my bed. I collapsed onto my bed and curled into a ball. Jamie, careful not to jolt the bed, got on and stroked my back. Damn, he was going to make some lucky woman happy. Jamie and I had moved into a small two-bedroom cottage style house in between the university for Jamie and the TAFE for me, a little over three months ago. We’d had a house warming party two and half months ago, and that's how I ended up in the situation I was in; avoiding acknowledging the truth...I was pregnant. I shuddered as I finally thought of the word.

  I had no idea what I was going to do.

  I’d been in love with Jamie’s dad, Adam, for as long as I could remember. He'd been a bad boy as a teen, and gotten a girl two years older than himself pregnant. The girl didn’t want a baby, but even at sixteen, Adam stepped up and became an amazing father with the help of his family. Jamie’s grandparent’s and great grandparents were beyond awesome and I loved them, they had unofficially adopted me when I started hanging around Jamie in kindergarten. I'd never left his side, even when we hit the age that sleepovers in the same bed should have stopped for us. I never stopped sneaking into his house and staying over. In the end, Adam gave up and just let me stay. It probably didn’t help that when he tried to get in contact with my parents, they were never around.

  Everyone always thought Jamie and I would end up together, but I just didn’t see him at all like that, he’d always been like the brother I never had. I cringed as I realized that with being pregnant with his little brother or sister, and being in love with his dad, I was more like a step-mother.

  “That’s it. Your whole body is shaking. We’re going to the docto
r’s now.” He eased off the bed, and I knew if I didn’t tell him he would take me even if he had to carry me—and he could because he took after his father’s Tongan side.

  “No. Jamie, no. What I have, should go away in a couple of months, or so I’ve heard, although, this isn’t the morning.”

  “What are you talking about, Hannah?” He knelt down on my side of the bed to look me in the eye.

  Groaning, because I so didn’t want to say it out loud, I mumbled, “I’m late by almost two months.”

  His face went blank, the concern leaving his eyes as his lips thinned. I watched as it dawned on him what I was saying. “Who the fuck was it? I’ll kill the fucker.”

  Holy crap, I so couldn’t tell him who’d knocked me up. I studied his angry face, his eyes flared with sparks, and his lips turned down in a snarl as his eyebrows furrowed. He stood, and I swore he grew in height, weight and muscle. His fists were clenched at his sides, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing him this angry, or just downright terrifying.

  Not meeting his gaze, I looked down at my quilt, picking a nonexistent piece of lint off it. “It’s no one you have to worry about.” That was true. I knew that his dad, Adam, would take responsibility if he found out, but I wasn’t ready to tell him. I hadn’t heard from Adam, and I’d barely seen him since we spent the night together. He was gone when I awoke. Sure, I could have gone to Sunday family night dinner at Jamie’s great grandparents, but I was ashamed of what I’d done. I’d thrown myself at Adam. I’d told myself the next day it was the alcohol that made me brave enough to finally seduce him, but I really didn’t have that much, only a shot of tequila and a beer that I’d nursed when people first started arriving for the party.