Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi

Весса.

A few days later, we were back in the car again. James said he had another surprise for us.

I couldn't stop smiling while we drove through town. While it wasn't Italy with its countryside charm, Scarsdale didn't disappoint. The streets were lined with Tudor-style buildings, and every home looked like it had sprouted around lush, green forests and seas of perfectly mowed lawns.

James eyed me as he held Alessandro, who giggled from being bounced up and down.

"If you're smiling now, I can't wait to see what you'll think of this new house," James said, more to Alessandro than to me.

I'd learned the house we'd been staying in was just temporary, and that the real one was the surprise. That was why James hadn't even left his things in the bedroom the night we got there.

"Where ARE we staying, James?" I eyed him suspiciously-with everything going on, I hadn't even asked. "Are we renting this place? Is it with friends or contacts of yours?"

"Not quite..." He shrugged and kissed Alessandro on the forehead. "It's just us. Trust me, you'll like it."

My heart warmed at the sight of him being so sweet and tender with Alessandro, so I made an effort to control my tone of voice. After the talk we'd had, I didn't want him to think that I was questioning his "methods" of doing things, or worried about the decisions he made.

Though, I totally was.

"It's not your taste in homes that I'm wondering about..."

"I know. I have excellent taste," James said, giving me a hungry look and sending a pang of desire for him through my body.

The driver suddenly swerved into a place I could have only described as palatial. Trees lined the entrance to a long driveway that led to a garage for at least five cars. The brick house next to it, or rather, mansion, was three stories tall in a few sections, two in others.

"Welcome home," James said as he handed Alessandro to Layla, who had gotten out of the other car and opened the door while I stared at the place in awe.

"I told you you'd like it." He pulled me by my hands toward the entrance and opened the front door, revealing an enormous foyer with a curved wooden staircase that led to the second floor. "Come here."

He swooped me off my feet and held me in his arms.

"James! What are you doing?"

"Well, I didn't want to wait until we got married to carry you into our new home. So it's happening now."

I wrapped my arms around him, grinning from ear to ear. How could I have possibly been so mad at him for coming back to me when he did things like this?

He carried me upstairs and set me down in what I assumed would be our bedroom. It was enormous like everything else in the house, and delicately furnished in shades of beige and white.

"And here is where other things will be happening," he whispered into my ear, closing the door behind us.

"Hmm, like what?" I turned to face him, relishing in the warmth of his body so close to mine.

"You're going to like that, too."

James knelt and began to caress my thigh, lifting my dress and reaching my underwear. Just as his hand began to pull down, I stepped away from him.

"Wait! The tradition is supposed to be over the threshold of the house, not all the way to the bedroom. At least let me take a look around."

The look of disappointment on his face was endearing.

Without hesitation, he picked me up again, rushing through the hallway.

"There's the nursery." He gently kicked a door open, revealing a beautifully decorated and fully equipped nursery. "Three more bedrooms. Look at the backyard."

I clung to his neck as he approached a window. Layla had Alessandro on a swing set that looked like a space capsule- he'd be perfectly safe there. The yard was gorgeous, with large trees with bright green leaves. It looked warm and inviting, maybe even a bit magical.

"We can look at the downstairs later," James said, carrying me back to the bedroom. "Now, where were we?"

"You said I would like what you planned to do, but I think it's my turn to do something YOU will like."

I tugged at his arm, and as he stood, this time it was I who knelt down in front of him and began to unbuckle his belt.

"I do think I'm liking this power-hungry Becca," he said, pulling at my hair as I lowered his pants.

His hard c*ck sprung free, and I wrapped my lips around the tip, gently kissing him. I could feel his hands pulling harder at my hair, as if he was holding back from pushing my head forward.

James moaned, and I glanced up to see his head thrown back in ecstasy. Swirling my tongue around his hard shaft, I began to devour him, his hardness filling my mouth.

"Becca..." he moaned, unable to resist the temptation of pushing my head down. In an instant, he began to f*ck my mouth harder, and while I still wanted to tease him, his pleasure was also mine. "Shit," he said, and abruptly stopped.

His phone was vibrating inside the pocket of his pants.

I pulled my mouth away from him and grabbed his phone. The call was from "Monalisa PI."

"James..." I began. I really didn't want to stop what we were doing, but I couldn't help being curious as to why he was getting a call from a private investigation company.

"I hired someone to look into Chad. Nothing more. I can call them back later."

"No. Take it." I handed him the phone. "As long as you promise it's nothing... dubious."

"Of course not," he winked at me. "But it can wait."

"No. Take it. I don't want to delay anything that will help us make sure Alessandro stays with us."

James sighed and slid his thumb across the screen.

"I told you I'd contact YOU," he said.

Just as he was about to grab his pants from the floor, I pushed him back toward the wall and placed my mouth on his still-erect c*ck.

He wasn't going to get away from me so easily.

James.

"Mr. Valentino, I hope I'm not disturbing you," Mona, the PI, said.

Disturbing me was a f*cking understatement. If it hadn't been so hard to get her to work on the case, I would have hung up right then and there.

Becca's mouth tightened on my c*ck, and I almost let out a moan.

"But I have some news. There's something suspicious in the accident that rendered Chad... infertile. I don't have any leads into his past yet, but I thought I'd let you know that I will be pursuing this angle until I find something." "Great," I said, just as Becca placed her hands on my b*lls, gently pressing on them. It took all my self-restraint not to howl out from pleasure.

"So... that's all right with you?"

"Yes..."

I c*mmed into Becca's mouth just as I finished the call, dropping my phone on the floor with a thud. I couldn't hold myself while trying to maintain a conversation.

Her lips pressed onto my shaft, sucking me dry as if relishing and savoring me.

When she finally pulled away, she licked her lips and wiped some c*m off the corner of her mouth.

"Is that the bathroom?" she gestured toward the door in the far end of the room.

I managed to nod as I separated my back from the wall. I would let her clean up and then f*ck her like she deserved, and just the thought of it was threatening to make me hard again.

I would never get enough of this woman. Thankfully, after our talk yesterday, everything felt lighter. Like for the first time in a long time, there was hope for us returning to what we once were.

There still were so many things we'd have to work on, especially on my end, but there was light at the end of the road.

A knock behind me startled me.

"Sir?"

I opened the door slightly. It was one of the servants hired by my security team.

"Yes?"

"There's someone at the door asking for you."

"Who is it? Were they cleared by security?"

"Um, it's a neighbor." The woman seemed to notice she had interrupted something, looking a little surprised at the sight of me. "Mrs. Davenport is her name, I believe." "Tell her I'm busy."

"Let's go meet the neighbors," Becca interjected, stepping out of the bathroom. She gently nudged me aside and left the bedroom, almost flashing the servant with my nakedness on her way out. I didn't know who Mrs. Davenport was, but I already disliked her.

When I made it downstairs after quickly putting my pants back on, Becca was howling with laughter at the door.

"I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean any disrespect." The woman was pink in the face, looking embarrassed as Becca struggled to breathe.

"No! It's all right, really!" she managed to say between bursts of laughter.

When Mrs. Davenport caught sight of me coming down the stairs, she turned red. I didn't even know it was possible for human skin to reach that shade.

"This is James." Becca giggled. "James, this is Farrah. She lives right across the street."

"What's so funny?" I asked as I joined them. "Hello, Farrah. Nice to meet you."

"Farrah thought you were my father." Becca slid an arm around my waist. "And she invited us to a barbecue she's having tomorrow. Her husband just became president of his company and they're having a small gathering to celebrate." "Oh, well, I'm sorry, but we have... the..." I tried to come up with something to excuse us from attending, but my mind was still on Becca and her mouth.

"And I told her we'd love to attend."

"I should get going!" Farrah's color was slowly returning to normal. "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow! It was lovely meeting you, Becca. And James."

With a grin, she turned and headed down the driveway.

"Why are we going to this thing?" I asked once Becca had closed the door. I thought she wanted us to spend more time together. Alone, that is.

"Why not? I'm assuming you bought this place, didn't you?"

And there it was. What she had wanted to know all along.

"Yes..." I said. "I wanted us to stay in a place where we'd be comfortable, and not be bothered. And I also had to set up a whole security system, which would have been hard to do if we rented a place."

"Well, what if we came back here someday?" Becca slid her arm away from me and headed to the next room. It was one of the multiple living rooms on the ground floor.

"To live?" Was she serious?

"Yes. Why not?" She dropped herself on the sofa and stared out toward the backyard. "I can see myself raising Alessandro and Dahlia here. There's more than enough room for more kids..."

I liked the sound of that, despite the implications of her words. Especially the part where we got to make those future kids happen.

I couldn't help but stare at her, my heart swelling with love. Despite everything happening around us, she was still looking forward to the future. Thankfully, one that involved me in the long term. The problem was the fact that she still had to come to terms with the life I had brought her into.

"The security team will have to clear them first. Farrah Davenport is her name?" I asked with my eyebrows arched.

"Yes." I could tell by her tone that she thought this was all too much for a neighbor lady, but I wasn't going to compromise our safety.

"I'll have them look into her," I said, quickly texting the name to the team for them to look her up. "About those future kids..."

"Hmm. What about them?" Becca pried her eyes away from the window.

"How about we go back to what we were doing?" I gave her my best smoldering smile.

Before she got a chance to reply, I picked her up again and rushed upstairs.

We were in the middle of a storm, fighting for the right to be a part of Alessandro's future. A fight for our future as well. But for now, I made it a point to enjoy what we had.

And I was going to make damn sure she enjoyed it as well.