Daddy goes first, p.1
Daddy Goes First, page 1
Daddy Goes First
K.L Mann
Copyright © April 2023
All Rights Reserved
Intellectual Property of K.L Mann
Cover By K.L Mann
For anyone who wants a hot daddy to make their wedding day memorable… whether or not he’s the groom.
Author’s Note
This is something my brain demanded I write. It’s a complicated place in there, y’all. Don’t take this too seriously, and have a fun time. Hope you enjoy Henry and Noah. As always, make sure to read the bonus chapter in the back for a good time!
Also, for my fellow romance readers, this is an erotica novella. There is no love story, but there is an implied HEA. Potentially, there’s room for more of these two in the future!
CW/TWs
Infidelity (not between main characters)
Explicit Language and Sex
Taboo Relationship
Age Gap
Daddy Kink
No Condom
Alcohol Consumption
Blurb
Noah Hamilton doesn’t want to be a married man, but it’s too late. Regrets don’t matter when you're standing at your wedding reception with a brand new ring practically glued to your left hand.
He thinks that he’s gotten a small stroke of luck when his new wife informs him of a family tradition that stipulates they can’t spend their wedding night together. He’s ready for a break and some alone time when she reveals that he’ll need to spend the night with her daddy instead.
Henry Donahue has secrets, and he has desires. Men like Henry… they always get what they desire.
Chapter 1
Noah
“Can’t believe you’re married, man.”
Neither can I. Offering Cody—my best man—a nervous smile, I nod. “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.”
He laughs. “I mean, you’re the last guy I pictured getting hitched before thirty. I still do not understand how Samantha locked it down.”
With a positive pregnancy test. “Just felt right,” I lie. Looking around the reception venue, I once again thank the heavens that Samantha’s dad paid for all of this. My savings account has about enough money to rent a car for three days before being drained. Just getting out of college will do that to you, I suppose.
The party is in full swing, food already having been devoured by guests an hour ago. How much longer do I need to stand around and accept the congratulations of people I’ve never met? I wish I knew. Luckily Samantha’s been living it up with her girls and leaving me alone in the process. She’s already driving me mad, and we’ve only been married for a total of two hours.
A steady hookup while hammering out a degree sounds great, in theory. Until it’s a relationship that you didn’t ask to be in. Until it’s a plus sign on a little pink test, and marriage arrangements.
Samantha is pretty, of course. She’s got bombshell curves, a pretty face, long blonde hair, and blue eyes. On paper, she’s a catch. Four year degree, respectable family, money, and connections that will solidify a prosperous future. I just… don’t love her. Sometimes I wonder if I even like her.
“Hey, chin up,” Cody tells me, nodding to my wife on the dance floor. “You get to bang that for the rest of your life. Can’t be all that bad, eh?”
I almost ask if he wants to trade places. “Right,” I say instead. “I’m going to get another drink.
“Don’t get sloshed,” he warns, chuckling. “How embarrassing will it be if you can’t get it up on your wedding night?”
“Sure.” I’m counting on it.
He wanders off while I head toward the bar, prepared to order my third rum and coke of the night. A firm hand settles on my shoulder, tearing my attention away from the awaiting drinks. My stomach does a strange flip when I notice who’s got a hold of me.
Henry Donahue, Samantha’s father. My new father-in-law who looks ten years younger than he is. The guy who could probably break me in half with the muscles that his suit can’t hide, and with dark and daunting eyes that sear into my soul every time he spares me a glance.
“Noah,” he greets curtly. “You don’t resemble a man who’s just been happily married.”
Arching a brow, I can’t help but question him. “No? What do I look like then?”
He leans closer, the oaky smell of his aftershave invading my space as his lips hover near my ear. “You look like a caged bird. One that has given up on trying to escape.”
“Should I?” I ask. “Try to escape?”
He chuckles, and his breath hits my neck. Chills spread down my back, and blood rushes from my head. “It is never too late to escape, wouldn’t you agree?”
I step back, startled by the unusual reaction my body seems to have to him. I’m warm all over, and fuck, hard all over as well.
“I don’t know,” I mumble, reaching for a flute of champagne. I don’t even like champagne, but it’s readily available and chilled. It does nothing to quell the burning inside of me, though. The burning I’ve never felt for my wife, let alone anyone else. Man or woman.
“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to figure it out,” he says, pulling back to his full height—at least four inches above my own six-foot stature. “Tonight.”
“Tonight?” I ask, confused.
He hums, looking pleased. His lips split into a smirk. “Tonight, indeed.”
A squeal of delight shrieks in my ear, and I wince, bracing myself. Samantha’s arms slap around my shoulders in a rough hug, and she jumps up and down with excitement. “Isn’t this the best night?” she asks, smooshing a kiss to my cheek, likely leaving a mess of red lipstick in her wake.
I’m less concerned with the stain, and more with her smell. “Have you been drinking?”
She stills, and then laughs. “Of course not, I don't want to be sloppy on my wedding day. Penny just spilled earlier.” Sloppy on my wedding day is the excuse, because her father doesn’t know we’re expecting. At least, she says he doesn’t.
Giving her a disbelieving look, I ask, “Did she spill it into your mouth?”
Her eyes narrow, and her smile flattens as she removes her arms and steps to my side. “So, did you tell him the good news, daddy?”
“Good news?”
Henry shakes his head. “I was leaving that up to you, darling.” Something about the way he calls her that doesn’t feel so genuine.
“Well,” she giggles. “I guess it’s time to tell you all about the Donahue family tradition, then.”
I don’t like the way she’s smiling at me. It’s the smile she gives me when she wants something.
“It’s a bit of a tradition for the bride and groom to spend their wedding night apart. It’s sort of like a last night alone before consummation.”
I almost fist pump the air in elation. I get a night away from her. After all this day that I’ve spent with her prancing me around like a show pony, sign me up.
“Only you won’t be alone.”
“Um, okay?” Fucking elaborate, will you? What is with this dramatic pause bullshit?
“You’ll be spending the whole night with this guy,” she says, gesturing to her father. “On wedding nights in the Donahue family, daddy goes first.”
Jesus Christ I should have taken Cody up on his offer to run for the hills and never look back. This family is whacked. Daddy goes first? What the hell does that even mean?
Henry huffs out a laugh. “Don’t look so terrified. We’ll watch the game, have a few drinks and get to know one another. You’ll return home intact tomorrow, I assure you.”
“That’s exactly right!” Samantha cheers. “Have fun!”
I can’t make up an excuse, and before I know it, I’m leaving my wedding reception. Without my bride.
Chapter 2
Noah
“I don’t really think the honeymoon suite was necessary, do you?” I ask, uncomfortably looking around. This place is huge, and it's decked out with flower petals and romance galore. And I’m standing here, with my father-in-law. With Samantha's daddy.
He grins. “It’s already paid for. It comes with the venue.”
Right. The wedding venue. The place where I just said vows, twenty-something floors below us. Shedding his bow tie with a swift pull of his fingers, he strides deeper into the hotel room. I don’t move, but my eyes do. Following the ridges of muscle in his back, all the way down to his…
Fuck, I grimace and look away.
Rubbing a hand down my face, my body feels warm all over again. I’ve never been drawn to a guy's body, let alone his ass before. And I’ve played football since freshman year of high school. I’ve been naked with my team all throughout college in the showers and locker room, and nothing. But a forty-something year old man’s ass is the first thing to call my eye? What is wrong with me?
“I need a drink,” I blurt out, and start searching for a mini bar.
Henry points it out, and shrugs out of his jacket. “Help yourself.”
Planning on it. “Thanks.”
“Football, or hockey?”
“Hockey,” I answer quickly. Watching football feels like work. Hockey I can enjoy without analyzing it.
“Hockey it is,” he agrees, tapping out commands into the tablet. A game flashes onto the screen in seconds.
“You can take your tux off now, you know?”
I almost spit out the beer I just sipped into my mouth.
“Like, change?” he clarifies.
I swallow before I choke. “I don’t think I have anything…”
“Borrow something of mine,” he offers, pointing to a sleek black suitcase. “I’ll change into whatever you don’t pick.”
If I weren’t so uncomfortable in this godforsaken tuxedo, I’d deny the offer. Especially since the idea of wearing his clothes gives me a flutter in my stomach that I can’t explain. But I am uncomfortable, so I thank him and grab some fabric before rushing into the bathroom like a freak.
One change into his black jogger sweatpants, and a too-big gray t-shirt later, I’m walking back into the seating area when my jaw drops. Henry is shirtless, or well, half shirtless. Pulling on a Henley like some kind of model for the company, torso and chest fully exposed. He’s got on a pair of sweats that match mine, only his fit and they’re in gray. They sit low on his hips, showing off the v-lines of his abs, each of them like an arrow to his dick.
And now I’m thinking about his dick.
“You change fast,” he says, forcing my eyes back up to his face as the shirt comes down.
“I guess,” I croak.
He chuckles. “Drink?”
I nod, grabbing the back of my neck. “Please.” So many of them, please.
We’re each two drinks in, watching the hockey game with mild interest when Henry finally speaks again. “Did you ever play? Hockey, I mean.”
“I can’t skate for shit,” I admit. “You?”
“I coach,” he tells me.
My brows dip down. “Samantha said you’re in business.”
“Technically, hockey is a business.” He shrugs. “But yes, I own a few companies as well.”
“Who do you coach? Like a high school team or something?”
He shakes his head. “College. St. Monroe’s.”
“No way,” I blurt, that’s my school. Or it was. “But I never noticed you, like ever.”
He raises a brow. “Do D-1 football players have time to go to hockey games?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Doesn’t matter,” he interrupts. “Enough about me. I’m supposed to be getting to know you.”
“There isn’t much to know,” I tell him.
He smiles and my heart pounds. “I doubt that.”
“Really, I’m as boring as it gets.”
Henry eyes me carefully. “We’ll see about that.” He grabs a bottle of tequila from the mini bar, and settles back onto the couch. “Let’s play a game.”
My chest expands with a breath. “Playing a game with tequila sounds like a really bad idea.”
“Does it?” He licks his lips. “Something to hide, Noah?”
Yeah, my growing dick for starters. “No, let’s play,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “It’ll be fun.”
“I’m counting on it.” He unwraps the foil and pulls the cork. “We’ll keep it simple, with a game of truth, drink or dare. I’ll ask you a question, you’ll answer honestly. Or, you can pass for a shot or a dare.”
“Learn that one from your players?”
He laughs, and I watch his throat jump as he does. “I’m not that old, Noah. We played drinking games back in my day too.”
“If you say so,” I tease. “Alright, hit me with it. What do you want to know?”
“We’ll start easy,” he says. “What do you want to do with your degree?”
“How do you know I’m not going to play football?” I counter.
He arches a brow. “Turning down an NFL offer doesn’t exactly scream this guy wants to play football to me.”
“How’d you know about that?” I kept it very private, and by the skin of my teeth, kept it out of the news.
“Coach Matthews and I are friends,” he says simply. “When your star kicker turns down a second round draft pick contract, you tend to rant to discrete ears.”
“Understandable,” I mutter. “Football just stopped being something I loved when it felt like work. I don’t even like watching it anymore, and I want to enjoy it again someday. I’d rather be off the field, but… still around it, I guess.”
“So your degree was quite a smart pick, then.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Sports management leaves me a few options. I have some interviews coming up. I’d like to work with college athletes, I think. Help the ones that want it to become professional, and the ones who don’t. It sometimes feels like the only time anyone cares about you playing is if you’re going to make it big. Being small-time is cool too.”
“Makes perfect sense to me,” he says as if reading my mind. Not everyone understands the idea that turning your passion into a profession can burn out the flame you have for it. “Where are you parents?”
I shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine. They were always addicts, growing up. I only took the football scholarship to get away from them before I became them.”
“I’m sorry,” he offers.
“Doesn’t bother me really,” I admit. “I’m content only making space for people who make space for me. Life is easier that way.”
“And Samantha makes space for you?”
Thinking of it, I decide against answering and reach for the bottle. I’ve never had this brand before, and it is dangerously smooth.
We go back and forth, learning stuff about each other, and I’ve started answering harder and harder questions. Because with each drink, I notice more and more about him. Not his personality, but his body and his face. I’m attracted to him. That much is obvious. I can’t keep my eyes off of the man.
He’s forty-four, as I’ve learned. So twenty-two years my senior, and yet I’m looking at him like he’s some twenty-something cover model.
“Past relationships,” he says, interrupting my ogling. “Let’s talk about those.”
So we do, though there isn’t much to tell on my end and I already know about Samantha’s mom running off years ago.
He licks some tequila from his lips. “So, only women for you?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, feeling the sudden urge to change my answer to not yet.
“No men at all? Not even a blowjob from a friend?”
I snort. “Are bro-jobs really a thing?”
“Absolutely,” he tells me, shrugging. “Men experiment just as much as women do, especially in college. I’m surprised you didn’t.”
“No one really caught my eye before.”
“Before?” Suddenly he’s leaning closer. “Before who, Noah?”
There’s enough tequila burning through my system to make me tell the truth. I’m not drunk, but apparently I’m honest. “You. Before you.”
“Thought so,” he teases and then molds our mouths together.
His kiss is firm and warm, and he smells like an intoxicating combination of cologne and dessert. Henry’s lips taste like the alcohol we’ve been drinking as he presses them to mine harder, coaxing mine to part for him. His hands frame my face as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Oh god, it’s too good.
I moan into the kiss, vibrating our lips. “We shouldn’t,” I rasp, barely pulling back.
His eyes darken and his hands tighten around my face. “But we are, aren’t we?” I don’t stop him from fusing our mouths back together.
He takes my lips again, kissing me deeply and lays me back to loom over me. I can’t help the desire to taste more of him, and slip my tongue into the back of his mouth. Blood leaves my head and fills my cock, and it feels as if there is no stopping this. I don’t think I could convince myself to end the moment, even if I tried.
We tangle together, panting and making out feverishly. His shirt flies off first, and then he’s shedding mine off for me.
Without warning, he’s groping my erection through my pants. “You want me to take care of this?”
Oh, so fucking bad. “H-how?”
“By showing you what you’ve been missing all these years.” He strokes my cock, and I’m sold. My body is burning with need, and he’s offering to fulfill it. “Let me suck this for you, Noah. You’ll love it.”
“Yeah,” I rush out. “Yeah, okay. I want that.”
Black cotton fabric rolls down my legs, pooling at my feet, and he falls to his knees right along with it.
Chapter 3
Noah
He spreads my thighs, and takes in the view. His eyes are observing every inch of me with nowhere for me to hide. “You’re waxed?”
I flush, nodding. “Lost in my fantasy football league a week ago, had to get everything waxed off. It hurt like a bitch. Cody was the dickhead who made the consequences this year.”
