Tempting Her Best Friend's Father (6 page)

She grabbed her bottle of nail polish and headed
for the stairs. If Holly wanted some time alone, who was she to be the third
wheel? Mona didn’t particularly want to be around the two of them anyway, not
when Holly made it a point to be attached to Isaac’s hip and engage in way too
much PDA.

She took the stairs two at a time and headed
into the spare bedroom she now called her own. Several boxes were still pushed
up against the wall because Mona refused to unpack. If she did it would mean
this was a permanent situation and Mona didn’t see it that way. She wanted to
make something out of her life, be on her own and support herself. Although she
knew Isaac and Kara didn’t see her as a burden, Mona couldn’t help but feel
that way at times.

She had found a job, although it was part-time,
and she was saving what she could since her first semester at college was fast
approaching. The community college wasn’t anything prestigious like where Kara
was going, but it would help her get her feet wet and accomplish something with
her life.

After throwing on a pair of jeans and a tank, she
headed downstairs. Right as she stepped onto the landing the front door opened.
Isaac held his briefcase in one hand and a large brown paper bag in the other.
Their eyes met and their gazes held for several moments. The way he looked at
her, as if he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra and could see right through the
material of her tank, had her breathing increasing. They might have stayed
there all night just staring at each other if the sound of Holly crying out in
mock delight hadn’t pierced the encounter.

Mona looked at Holly and all but cringed when
she ran up to Isaac and threw herself into his arms. Holly was way too dramatic
when it came to her affections toward Isaac. Mona also couldn’t deny that there
was a stab of jealousy when she saw it. With Holly wrapped practically around
his body, Mona looked away. Next there would be making out and Holly rubbing
her body all over his as if no one else was in the room. Even though Mona truly
didn’t want to look at the two of them, she found that her gaze slid back to
them. To her surprise Isaac was staring right at her.

Isaac all but pushed Holly off of him and
straightened his large body. Mona didn’t miss the scowl that crossed her face
or the way she quickly hid it with her perfect smile.

“I thought we could have a romantic dinner,
baby. I brought Thai and have everything set up.” Holly turned her gaze toward
Mona. “Didn’t you have something to do tonight?”

No, she didn’t, but she would find something to
do, even if it meant walking down to the park and killing the time while the
two of them no doubt fucked. Before she could answer, Isaac spoke.

“I didn’t know you were coming over, Holly.” The
way he said it, almost as if scolding a child, had Mona smiling internally. She
had noticed that his patience with Holly seemed to be wearing thinner and
thinner. Maybe he was finally seeing her true colors?

“I brought dinner for Mona and me because I knew
Kara would be out tonight.”

“Baby.” Holly’s high-pitched whine was like
nails on a chalkboard. “I was hoping it could just be the two of us tonight.”

Isaac didn’t even respond. Holly followed him
into the kitchen and Mona contemplated slipping out the front door, but before
she could take a step Isaac was standing in the doorway.

“Come on, Mona. I bought Italian.” Her favorite,
but of course he would know that.

“I don’t want to intrude on your time together.”
She peeked around his shoulder and saw Holly glaring at her. Oh, that was icing
on the cake, and all that did was make Mona want to stay. “But if you insist.”
Okay, so maybe it was childish, but a spark of pleasure coursed through her
veins at the knowledge that she was ruining Holly’s night. There was just
something about her that didn’t sit right with Mona.

Day in and day out Holly’s attitude toward her
became darker and darker. Mona had been able to ignore it to an extent, but it
seemed once Holly had found out she was living with Isaac and Kara, the snide
remarks, dirty looks, and down right rude demeanor had Mona going from
uncomfortable to pissed off.

The three of them sat around the table and ate
in silence for a good ten minutes. The tension was thick, so thick Mona could
feel it in the air. She glanced up and saw Holly glaring at her. The urge to
ask what her problem was rose to the surface, but Mona fought it down. It
wouldn’t do any good anyway.

Isaac tried to make small talk, but he was
either blind to the tension or didn’t care. Either way Mona was ready to get
out of there. She quickly finished eating and took her plate to the sink.

“Thanks for dinner, but I’ll leave you two
alone.” She left the kitchen and gripped the handle of the front door. Where
the hell was she going to go?

“Mona?” She turned around and looked at Isaac.
“You don’t have to go just because Holly is here.” His voice was pitched low,
but not too low that Holly wouldn’t be able to hear if she really wanted to.

“It’s alright, really.” Before he could say
anything else, she opened the door and left. She walked quickly down the
street, not knowing exactly where to go, but knowing she needed to get far
away.

Chapter Nine

Several hours passed before Mona headed back to
the house. Hopefully she wouldn’t walk in on anything that would give her
nightmares, but it was starting to get chilly and the swings at the park only
offered so much amusement.

When she reached the house, she noticed Holly’s
car was gone. Kara’s car was still missing and all the lights seemed to be off
in the house. She checked her watch, saw it was only eleven, and wondered why
Isaac and Holly had called it a night.

When she opened the door the sound of the
grandfather clock chiming filled the foyer. A dim glow from the kitchen
illuminated the hallway. Everything was so still. She moved closer to the
stairs and noticed the television on yet there was no sound. When she entered
the living room she spied Isaac on the couch, his back toward her, his feet
propped on an ottoman. Mona took a few more steps into the living room, trying
to be quiet because the last thing she wanted was to wake him.

When she was close enough to really see him her
mouth went dry. He wasn’t in his usual sweats and tee. No, he was only in a
pair of boxers. The blue light from the television cast shadows across the dips
and hollows of his muscular chest and legs. His head was resting against the
back of the couch and his hair was disheveled around his head. He was sound
asleep and she didn’t doubt it was from exhaustion at work, but the bottle of
whiskey on the table and empty glass beside it led her to believe he might have
drunk a bit too much.

She could have stood there all night long,
fantasizing about what she would like to do to that toned body, but the idea
that he might wake up and catch her, or worse, Kara walking in on her leering
at her father, had her snapping out of her aroused haze. A blanket was dropped
over the arm of the couch, so she grabbed it and placed it over his body.

“Mona…” She stopped in her tracks as Isaac’s
sleeping voice rang around her. When she turned to look at him he was watching
her with a glazed over expression. “I thought about coming and finding you.”

“You did?” At his nod she felt her face heat
with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. She didn’t really know where the
pleasure part came into play, but an unexplained tidal wave of heat coursed
through her at the thought that he cared.

He pushed himself into a sitting position and
the blanket fell to the ground. She got another delectable sight of his
chiseled chest, but when she looked up at him she realized he had caught her
red-handed. Her faced grew even hotter, although she hoped it was dark enough
he didn’t see her mortification.

“Well, I guess I’ll head to bed.” Mona didn’t
wait for a reply. She was too embarrassed to stick around. When she got to her
room she grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. A hot shower
was exactly what she needed.

The shower, to her disappointment, only seemed
to intensify the ache between her legs.
 
The nightgown rubbed against her nipples, causing the buds to tighten
even more and cause unbearable pleasure to course through her. When was the
last time she had gotten off? She couldn’t even remember. The one and only time
she had had sex was last year and it had been anything but memorable. She was
no stranger to touching herself, but with everything that had been going on
that was the last thing she had been worried about.

She just needed to go to bed and sleep it off.
Maybe in the morning she could put this ridiculous notion of being with Isaac
out of her head. When she opened the bathroom door the built up steam from her
shower became a wall of fog. She clicked the light off and stepped into the
hallway, but the hallway isn’t what she walked into.

A wall of hard, warm muscle pressed up against
her chest and had a gasp escaping her. Her eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness,
but she didn’t need to see to know who was right in front of her. The smell of
his expensive cologne and the feel of his smooth chest reminded her all too
well of what she really wanted. As if her body knew what was right before her,
desire like no other rushed inside of her.

“I’m sorry, Mona.” The way Isaac said her name
was deep and husky. The smell of the whiskey lacing his breath was like an
aphrodisiac that heightened her hunger for him. His hands were wrapped around
her upper arms, keeping her balanced, yet drawing her closer to him.

Mona swallowed the lump in her throat. Her lips
were suddenly dry and her heart thundered behind her sternum. “It’s okay.” Was that
her voice, a seductive whisper that sounded desperate?

With her eyes now adjusted, she stared into his
face, feeling herself fall deeper and deeper into the web of arousal. Did he
feel it too? That unexplainable pull? “Is everything okay?” Why in the world
had she said that? It didn’t even make any sense.

“It is now.”

Her heart thundered harder as she watched him
lower his head.
Oh God. Is he going to
kiss me?
This was what she wanted, but a twinge of fear mixed with her
desire. On one level she knew this wasn’t a good idea, but on another it seemed
like the perfect thing to do.

His lips were now a hair’s breadth away from
hers. The smell of whiskey swirled around her and seemed to make her
intoxicated as well. She knew the alcohol most likely had a big part to play in
his uninhibited nature, and maybe she should have stopped it, but she couldn’t
seem to tell him no.
 

“We were arguing about you.”

His words couldn’t stop the fog that covered her
mind. “Who was?”

“Holly and I.”

That comment did have her blinking a few times
in surprise. “You were? Why?” His eyes stayed glued on her lips and she licked
them involuntarily. She heard him swallow as he watched the act.

“Because she knew how I felt about you and
didn’t like it.” He took a deep breath and continued. “I told Holly to leave
because I wanted you.”

He wanted her? He looked at her, his eyes at
half-mast and incredibly sexy.

“I want you, Mona.” One of his hands that had
held her upper arm moved seductively down her arm, over her belly, and between
her legs. He cupped her pussy, pushing the material of her gown into her cleft
and causing her toes to curl.

“I want you so fucking bad I ache inside.” He
took possession of her mouth in a searing kiss that left her breathless. His
tongue was like silk against hers, and his hand was like fire on her cunt.

He used his thumb to rub circles against her
throbbing clit while he kissed her. This kiss wasn’t anything like the one
they’d shared in the living room all those months ago. This kiss was fierce and
urgent. It was exactly how she felt at the moment.

He moved his other hand over her breast and
cupped the mound. Her nipple was hard as rock and she knew he could feel it
through the thin material of her nightgown. He pinched the turgid peak between
his thumb and forefinger and she gasped against his mouth.

“Does it feel good, Mona?” he murmured against
her lips as he continued to pull at the sensitive tissue. She nodded because
she couldn’t find her voice. “Tell me how good it feels.”

He kissed a path across the side of her face and
down her neck. She couldn’t hold her eyes open any longer, not when his mouth
on her flesh felt like fire. A million different dirty things she could tell
him played through her mind, but even if she would’ve had the balls to tell him
she couldn’t form the words.

The hand that cupped her pussy started moving
back and forth. The friction caused a delicious burn inside of her. She was so
very close to finally feeling what it would be like to get off at the hands of
the man she had been lusting after for far longer than she cared to admit.

Faster and faster he rubbed, moving the base of
his hand against her clit while he pressed his fingers slightly into her. Of
course he couldn’t get very far, not with her nightgown in the way, but it felt
torturously good.