More Than Dad's Best Friend: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 121)
MORE THAN DAD’S BEST FRIEND
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 121
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
Series
A Man Who Knows What He Wants
Bratva Bear Shifters
Lairds & Ladies
Russian Underworld
This Book
More Than Dad's Best Friend
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
A Man Who Knows What He Wants
Bratva Bear Shifters
Lairds & Ladies
Russian Underworld
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker
Book 93: Italian Mountain Man
Book 94: Aggressive Russian
Book 95: Possessive Valentine
Book 96: Possessive Hunter
Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend
Book 98: Russian Teacher
Book 99: Australian Obsession
Book 100: Russian Next Door
Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend
Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia
Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad
Book 104: Basketball Babymaker
Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian
Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend
Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend
Book 108: Summer Vacation with Dad’s Best Friend
Book 109: Dad’s Italian Mafia Friend
Book 110: Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend
Book 111: Dad’s Football Friend
Book 112: Possessing His Dancing Queen
Book 113: Brother’s Cop Friend
Book 114: Halloween With Dad’s Best Friend
Book 115: Claimed By Her Boss
Book 116: Possessive Rider
Book 117: Dad’s Ex-Biker Buddy
Book 118: Possessive Undercover Cop
Book 119: Falling For Her Boss
Book 120: Claiming His Fashionista
Book 121: More Than Dad’s Best Friend
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
Book 1: Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Best Friend
Book 2: Babysitter For Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend
LAIRDS & LADIES
Book 1: Possessive Highlander
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
Book 1: Brooklyn Bratva
MORE THAN DAD’S BEST FRIEND
I was always just her dad’s best friend.
But when her parent
’s are killed by a drunk driver on her eighteenth birthday, things change…everything changes.
And it’s clear to this older man that it’s time to be more than just dad’s best friend to this younger woman.
So much more.
It’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way about anyone, and I’ve only got one shot to be her first, and only.
I’ll risk everything to make her mine, to claim her forever…but is she as obsessed with me as I am with her…or will she say we’re better off as just friends, destroying my hopes of claiming the only woman I’ve ever wanted, forever?
*More Than Dad’s Best Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Myles
My narrowed eyes follow her across the field as I feel my heart throttling in my chest.
My hands are by my sides, but my fingers are rubbing each other, squeezing tight. I make fists to try and stop the obvious motion, but my white-knuckles only press the tips of my fingers harder into my palms.
I feel light headed and it’s not even that warm out. I’ve drank an entire two liters of water since practice started, but I still have this overwhelming thirst, this need…for her.
Number ten, Morgan Malone. My best friend’s daughter.
I should blow the whistle and tell her to quit horsing around with her friends, but it’s that youthful exuberance that she often displays which is so damn infectious…hitting me right in the chest.
I can’t find the words to yell or the breath to blow the whistle. I swallow hard, a gulp, and it’s only then I realize I was holding my breath this entire time.
She makes a move, kicking the soccer ball to the side and her body jerks one way and then the other, her breasts shaking despite that practice jersey that’s a size too small, damp, and shows her pebbled nipples poking out through both the jersey and the sports bra underneath.
I want to turn away, to coach some of the other players, but I can’t. I’m fixated on her no matter how much I shouldn’t be looking at her like this.
This is all so new.
Just three months ago it was the beginning of summer and Morgan, her parents, and I were heading out to celebrate her acceptance letter to college.
Then a week later her parents were killed by a drunk driver on her eighteenth birthday.
I was devastated and so was she. We spent hours talking about it, asking ourselves, and the universe, why. Why did this terrible thing happen to two amazing people?
But now all I can ask is why have I been having these thoughts about her? Why is it that she went from being my buddy’s kid to a woman, practically overnight?
The way she fills out that jersey now blows my mind, and causes me to jam my hand in my pants pocket and audibly fiddle with my keys so no one will realize what I’m really doing…trying to conceal my need for the school’s star forward on the soccer team.
It’s her last year before moving on to college to study medicine. She wants to help people…and I want to help myself to her.
But this is wrong, so wrong. This is the girl I watched lose her first tooth, get braces, and then get her braces taken off. I was there when she got a tricycle for Christmas, then a real bike. When her dad propelled her forward with his hand on the back of her seat years later when she got her first two-wheel bike, I was the one five feet ahead ready to catch her if she wobbled.
But now, I’m the one who’s all wobbly whenever I’m in her presence.
I never had a thing for her. Never. She was just a kid, so shy, small, and innocent. She’s always been that way, which is why, all those years ago, her parents started her in kindergarten one year later than most other kids. But that’s all different now. She was forced to grow up this past summer, which makes seeing this innocence in her again so damn rewarding. She deserves her childhood. I shake my head, reminding myself she’s not a child anymore.
She’s eighteen. She can vote. She can buy cigarettes, even though she never smokes. She can join the military and go off to foreign countries.
But she can’t be mine. It’s just not right.
When the school asked me to move up from assistant coach to head coach after her dad was killed I told them I had to think about it. Head coach was my buddy’s role. A part of me didn’t want to be with the team anymore. How could I step into my best friend’s shoes this way? But when I thought about what he’d want, and when his daughter asked me, told me it was okay, I had to say yes.
And now here I am. Another practice and another day I’m telling myself no. No, this isn’t right. No, these feelings can’t continue. No, I have to keep denying myself what I really want.
It could ruin my reputation and hers…that’s the truth.
But the real truth is I’m in love with her. There are no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. We should just stay friends, but whenever I think about that it just makes me angry.
We can’t just be friends. We need to be more than that. I’m more than her dad’s best friend now, or at least I want to be. I want to be her everything, and that’s what I’ve been trying to do.
She needs a ride to school or practice? I’m there ready to take her or pick her up.
She needs help with her homework? There’s no subject I won’t spend the night before Googling so I can recall from back during my days of high-school and try and help her as best I can. But high school was a long time ago for me. I graduated twenty-one years ago…three years before she was even born.
Damn, I’m old, but I prefer to think of it as experienced. I know what I want and what I want is her.
I want to protect her, love her, make her mine.
Hell, she’s already mine…I just need to grow some balls and tell her.
I’ve never had a problem telling anyone how I feel about anything. I shoot from the hip and I always tell the truth.
Why is it so hard to tell her then?
I watch as she dribbles past a defender, kicking the ball perfectly and watching it go into the corner of the net.
Goal.
Her teammates give her high fives as they celebrate.
But this is more than just a goal. This is an in-my-face reminder that I’ll never score if I don’t take a shot. It sounds cliché, but it’s true.
And making her mine is my one and only goal in life, and I’ve got to take a shot no matter the consequences…because being her soccer coach, her dad’s best friend, and everything else I was to her wasn’t enough anymore.
CHAPTER 2
Morgan
He’d always been my dad’s best friend, but recently he’d become so much more.
I’d developed a crush on him a couple years ago, but there was something about spending the night of my eighteenth birthday with him when I knew everything was going to change, and become real.
I had to grow up quick, and it’s still a work in progress, but without him by my side I don’t know where I’d be right now.
As I kick the ball up the sideline it’s like he’s there, running along with me, encouraging me, as he always does.
Even though the other side of the field was wide open, I subconsciously ran up the sideline that he was on…my mind willing me to be close to him, always. And when the defense collapsed around me, and I looked over at him out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was dealing with a very different kind of defense of his own…or lack thereof. His pants were providing little to no resistance for his need, which I could see even running at full speed and from ten yards away.
I didn’t want to make eye contact, afraid of what it might do to me. It wasn’t that warm out, but my body was wet…at least in one place.
I summoned all the positive encouragement he’s given me over the years, the amount only mult
iplying since my birthday, and stormed down the field and scored…for him.
My teammates mobbed me, congratulating me, but what I really wanted was to run and jump in his arms, him kissing me hard.
But that can’t be. I don’t think he sees me like that, despite what his tented pants are revealing. Plus, what would everyone that sees the two of us together with their own two eyes think? Plus, this is just practice, not a game and a real reason to celebrate to the extreme.
Practice…that’s what my life has felt like looking back on it now. It’s been practice, waiting for that perfect moment to take a shot…at becoming his.
As my teammates high-five me I look over at Myles, Coach Mason to everyone else, and smile.
His reaction is delayed, but a small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth before he looks away, kicking at the ground.
Is he fighting this too? Does he want this just as much as I do?
My heart races, but I’m not running anymore. This has nothing to do with the long route I just took down the field to score. This has everything to do with him.
If Myles wants me why doesn’t he say it?