Brandi's POV

We provide a list when we sign up for this. It's a list of names of your family and friends, so you are never matched with them. I ensure both my cousin's names were on that list, but not Giovanni Caputo.

The color drains from my face as the possibility settles, my heart pounds loudly in my chest. Could I have slept with Mr.Caputo?

I clench my thighs together like last night flashes in my mind.

No, no, it's not him; it can't be him.

Mr.C is goofy and corny; I imagine sex with him would be sweet and romantic. Last night was not sweet, nor was it romantic.

Mr.C can't possibly Fuck like that, can he? My core moistens the more I think of last night. I grip the sink.

"Stop it; it's not him; it's just a coincidence." I jump at the sound of someone knocking at the door.

"Brandi, are you alright?" My core throbs with just the sound of his voice; stop it, Brandi, it isn't him. This is Mr.C, G's father; you are not attracted to him. He is off-limits.

"Brandi?" I inhale and exhale, then walk to the door and open it up.

"I'm..." The smell hits me again, and the memory of me spread wide comes to mind sending waves of moisture between my thighs.

"Bra.." I bite my lips and shake it away.

"I'm fine, Mr.C. I'll be right there." He smiles at me and pats my head. See, he doesn't even see me as a woman; he wouldn't; well, if it's him, he probably doesn't know it's me. Shit, what would he think? His daughter's best friend a part of that world. Fucking any unknown men in hotel rooms to get my kicks off? How would he feel about me and Gigi's friendship if he knew how much I enjoyed being defiled.

"Glad I didn't poison you."

"Well, there is still time." He laughs and walks away; I follow him a safe distance away, my vagina still conditioned to moisten each time I got a whiff of that cologne. We arrive at the dining room.

"B, are you ok?"

"She's ok. It wasn't my food." Giovanni replies, grinning as he takes a seat at the table.

"I asked Brandi Papi, not you." I take my seat and plaster a big smile on my face hoping to hide my growing lust.

"I'm fine G, stop badgering your dad. Now, what're you guys talking about while I was gone."

"Dad may have a girlfriend."

"Oh.." I reply, trying to act nonchalant, but secretly I'm relieved. If he has a girlfriend, then he probably wasn't fucking me last night.

"That's great, Mr.C; how long have you two been dating?"

"I do not have a girlfriend."

"Then why were you out until 4:00 am last night, sneaking in?" 4:00 am I choke on my drink; I cough uncontrollably. I was a bit out of it, but I'm sure the man from last night left after 3 in the morning.

"Brandi!" Mr.C jumps up; I hold up a finger as my coughing calms.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."I take my glass of water and drink it, hands shaking; I'm a nervous wreck. It was the early hours of the morning when that man left; I don't know the exact time since I didn't have a clock. Shit, shit, shit, my heart pounds in my chest.

"You were out all night?" I finally manage to get some words out.

"A business meeting."

"Oh." I hope it was a business meeting and not a meeting between our private parties.

"He's lying what business meeting runs until 4:00 am.. com on Papi tell us who she is." Brandi whines.

"It was really just a meeting." He says but doesn't sound convincing. Shit, I need to know the truth because this is driving me crazy.

"Mr.C, that's a nice cologne. Is it new?"

"Gianna got it for my birthday last month. Do you like it?" I swallow hard as I nod my head, pouring myself another glass; I drink it and pour another.

"It's nice."

"See, Dad, I told you, I had to force him to wear it yesterday. Now everyone has been giving him compliments. I bet that woman you met last night liked it; come on, tell me who she is."

"I didn't meet anyone, Babe girl." He replies, and I really hope it's true for both of our sake, but something deep down is telling me, well, my throbbing vagina is telling me it is not.

"Fine, don't tell me; I won't tell you about Carlos," Gianna replies, pouting. Carlos, who is Carlos? I wonder have been so out of touch; I don't know who's she's dating.

"Who is Carlos?" she glares at me and scowls; from that look, I can tell she did tell me about him. Okay, think Brandi, think which guy she mentioned, but the moisture between my thighs distracts me.

"I told you about him last week; we meet at lunch." Her mentioning this reminds me of the guy she told me about.

"Oh, the food truck guy? I didn't know it had become more than a cute doctor you met at lunch."

"Well, he has; he's become very important to me. I'm in love." I roll my eyes and take another sip. She falls in love every three months. I can't keep up with her.

"It's been a week, G."

"It was love at first sight."

"You said that about Troy...

"Well..."

"And Bradley, Nicholas."

"Why are you bringing up the past B? Just support your bestie and her new love, plus he has a cute friend." I groan. I knew this was coming.

"She's been insufferable all week; she's in love now everyone around her has to be too." Mr.C chimes and chuckles when he sees my face.

"Hey, I want you guys to be happy. Dad, it's been 10 years since mom, and I've never seen you with another woman. When was the last time you, you know... if you were actually at a business meeting last night?" I choke on my drink again; G knocks my back.

"Brandi, what is with you today?" I stop coughing as I furrow my brows.

"Huh?"

"You're usually reserve and calm, but you've been acting nervous and jittery all night. Is something wrong?" Other than I may have bed your father. Everything is peachy. But I can't say that, so instead, I take another sip more slowly.

"Uh, long night last night." My eyes lock on Mr.C, which makes my core throb again. Oh man, this isn't good. Luckily Gianna doesn't notice me lusting after her Papi and smiles.

"Hmmm, ok, get some rest when you get home." I nod, stuffing my mouth with more food as she turns to him. "Papi."

"One second." He pours himself a full glass and downs it all at once.

"Papi, stop being dramatic. I'm simply asking when are you going to get a girlfriend? It's been years since, mom."

"I know, sweetie, but your mom was one of a kind. I haven't meant anyone that can take her place." I smile at his words. This is the Mr.C. I know the sweet widow who is a great father. He couldn't be the one who was so skillfully dipping his tongue in my honey pot last night. I moan softly at the thought, then look up nervously, wondering if they heard me, but luckily they did not.

"What's your type, maybe me and B..."

"Leave me out of this." I have no interest in Mr. C's sex life, other than possibly being the last person he had sex with. I groan as Mr.C mouths thank you and Gianna scowls at me.

"Come on, B, let's help Papi get his groove back. Sex is necessary..." she begins, which makes Mr.C flight out of his chair.

"Okay, I've heard enough. I'm leaving."

"Papi" He grabs the bottle of wine and heads out the room.

"He's so uptight; I'm just trying to help." I stuff my mouth full of pasta to avoid any conversation. If Mr.C is the same man from last night, I have done more than my share of getting his groove back.

Brandi's POV

Gianna and I are on her couch watching a movie, our usual Sunday routine. Her father usually joins us, but he's avoiding her since she keeps pestering him about getting a girlfriend. I glad he isn't here; I don't need to distraction. I'm over trying to figure out if it was him or not; it happened once and will not happen again. I will have to update my list to add his name so that we won't be matched in the future.

I still feel guilty though, Gianna would kill me if she found out I slept with her father. Or would she? I know she had an issue with it when we were younger, but we're both grown now. It's just two consenting adults having sex; why should she care?

"Gi, umm, do you still have an issue with your friends sleeping with your father?"

"Huh?" She looks up at me with those innocent doe-like eyes and smiles. I avert my eyes and repeat the question,

"Do you care if any of your friends have sex with Mr.C, you know, since you want him to get a girlfriend?"

"Papi and my friends? Ewwwwww, yes, B, don't tell me you have the hots for him?"

"No, of course not; I was just wondering since you want him to date so badly."

"Anyone except my friends, especially you. He watched you grow up. That would be gross. I mean, really B, you think he's cute?" My stomach twists, right? He's known me since I was 13.

"He's not bad... plus, what if it was an accident?" She starts laughing and then punches my arm.

"How do u you accidentally sleep with someone? Trip and fall on his thing? B, you're hilarious."

"No...drunk or..." Sex in a room with no lights, I groan. The doorbell rings; Gianna gets up, still laughing to answer it. She returns a couple of minutes later with an envelope in her hands and a snack on her arm. He has caramel skin, green eyes, and a well-defined body; he is fine, but not my type.

"Brandi, look who showed up." I look at the strange man, confused.

"Who?"

"B! Carlos, I told you about him!"

"Oh, food truck guy?"? Nice to put a face to the name." I reach out to shake his hand, but he pulls me up into a hug. I stiffen; isn't he friendly. That could be a possible red flag.

"He's a hugger. "Gianna explains once she sees my face. I grimace as he pulls away. "B is not; she barely lets me hug her. I'm jealous." she looks at me with her puppy eyes and pout. I roll my eyes. She's so dramatic. Indeed, I rarely let anyone hug me, but she's acting like I let him do it.

"G...." she folds her arms and pouts. "Fine, you can hug me," I reply reluctantly, knowing she'll have an attitude all night if I don't give in.

"Yay, your hugs are the best." I chuckle as she jumps up and wraps her arms around me. She inhales and sighs her she goes sniffing me. "Divine, you smell delicious B. I could eat you up."

"I'd pay to see that," Carlos replies with a grin that earns him a glare from Gianna and me.

"Carly, don't be gross."

"Right, I'm sorry, babe. Ah...Nice to finally meet you; Gigi has told me so much about you." I eye him skeptically after that comment but soften into a smile, he seems genuine, and I want Gi to be happy.

"Carlos?" I need his last name to add to the list; after what probably happened between Me and Mr.C, I'm not taking any chances.

"Santiago, Dr. Santiago."

"G, you finally bagged a doctor after years of trying."

"So it's not me. It's my profession you like? No wonder you said yes." I chuckle as Gianna glares at me.

"Babe B was only joking. I rejected a lot of frogs before you."

"What about..."

"B, shut up!"

"Fine, but first, let me say one thing. Carlos...No, Dr. Santiago, you better treat her like the princess she is or else I'll...."

"Kill me? Yeah, I get it. Mr.C already warned me." I chuckle softly. Mr.C really is something. He's such a great dad. And even better lover if last night was him. Moisture pools between my thighs as the feeling of that man's rod in my core has me feeling rather hot.

"You don't have to worry. She's my baby. I'll never hurt her." Carlos's voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I realize where I am and what I'm doing. I really should stop this. Where was I? I look over at his big goofy smile; right, I was in the middle of threatening Carlos. I smile at him and reply.

"He'll kill you; I'll chop your dick off and feed it to you."

"B!" Gianna screams.

"Ouch!" Carlos grimaces out loud.

"Yeah, so don't even..." I approach him and stick my finger in his chest; g jumps in front of him.

"B, can you give this to dad, please." She presses the envelope she's been holding in her hand to my chest as she glares at me. She must really like this one to be so protective. Usually, she lets me threaten them.

"What's this?" I ask, looking at the envelope.

"I don't know; a courier handed it to me a couple of seconds ago. It seems important. You should definitely give it, dad....right now!"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Yeah, so take the hint."I gasp playfully.

"On family night too? I'm so hurt, Gianna, you've abandoned me for a man. How could you?" She rolls her eyes, and Carlos laughs.

"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge. Now take your big mouth and go. Maybe hang out with Papi for a while."

"You may regret that," I mumble under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll be back, you and lover boy enjoy yourselves, I'll do the same with Mr.C." My core jumps just from the idea. I can't stay up there with him, especially if he's really the guy from last night. I'll drop this envelope off and head home.

"See you later, Brandi," Carlos calls as I turn to leave. I spin and smile sweetly.

"Sure, Carlos, just remember snip, snip."

"B!" I laugh as I make my way out of the living room. I stop at the edge of the staircase and lookup. I'm going to be alone with Mr.C; okay, I've done this before. So, I may have slept with him; I need to act natural. We can move past this like nothing's happened.

I slowly climb the staircase towards his room, my heart pounding. I approach his door slowly and raise my hands to knock on the door. Before my hand descends on the door, I hear his muffled groans.

I stand frozen.

Is he?

Right now?

Naked? Is he stroking that massive cock?

My head tells me to flee; this is dangerous; I have to get away, I have to leave.

But.....

My throbbing vulva is louder; she's curious; she has to know if he's responsible for giving her the best sex in years. I clench my thighs, hoping to push away my lust, but the need is too strong.

And before I can think, I twist the knob, unlock the door and step into his room.

Brandi's POV

I scan the room; he's on the bed, my eyes move up his body slowly. His eyes are closed, the Jeans he had on earlier are tossed to the side. His cock is in his hands, and what a massive cock it is. My core heats up as he moans and starts stroking faster. The need to touch him is overwhelming, but I stay planted where I am, watching him pleasure himself. My nipples harden while my core is throbbing like crazy, but I don't dare to move and ruin the moment.

After a few more strokes, he jerks a little and grunts. A grunt I'm familiar with, I've heard it at least six times between last night and this morning. The cologne, his cock, the sound, I have no doubt in my mind it's him.

Shit, I fucked Gianna's father, and from the way my body is reacting to him masturbating, I clearly want to Fuck him again. Was he thinking about me as he stroked that massive? No, I can't do this. She's my best friend. She made it clear it would not be ok.

I toss the envelope on the chair and back out of the room slowly, close the door behind me and jog down the stairs. Once I'm on the last steps, I stop running and catch my breath. I straighten my clothes and walk calmly to the living room. I can't let Gianna see how rattled I am.

"Did you give it to him? I thought you were going to spend some time with him." No, he gave it to me multiple times last night. I groan now. Even innocent words like this remind me of her father fucking my brains out last night.

"B?"

"Uhh, Mr.C was busy, and since you have your boyfriend, I'm just going to head home."

"Really? You can stay with us as long as you don't threaten him." I twist uncomfortably because I really need to get myself off.

"That's fine, you should spend some time with him, you're both busy, plus I'm not feeling so hot."

"Papi's cooking, right?" No papa's cock, The after image of him stroking it sends another river of moisture between my legs. I have to get out of this house.

"Uh, no, just a long night. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"

I grab my purse, she stands and hugs me.

"Okay, text me when you get home."

"I will."

"See you later, Carol."

"Goodbye Brandi, I hope you feel better."

"I will." I think once I get a dildo in me, I'll feel a whole lot better.

"Who knows, maybe next time we can double date." I frown. What are we in high school? Why do I have to be stuck on a date with them?

"Uh...pass."

"Come on, Carly has some really cute friends." Here she goes trying to set me up again. I should have known it was coming once she got a boyfriend.

"I don't do cute; I like my big and burly."

"I have some friends like that too," Carlos replies. Can't he take a hint? I am not interested in any of his friends.

"I doubt it; see you guys later."I have to get out of here before they marry me off.

"B, you have to let us set you up. Look how happy I and my snuggle bunny are."

"Good for you, but I like my big empty bed with no man in it, so I'm not interested."

"B, come on...."

"Love you, G." I hurry towards the door before she can say another word. I have tried to the men she wants me to date; their idea of kinky sex ended with some slap on my ass and eating my vagina. That kind of sex puts me to sleep. The kind of sex I wanted was... like last night. I slip into my car and sigh; what would Mr.Caputo do if he knew it was me? Would he want to have sex with me again?

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Giovanni's POV

I grunt, stroking my shaft; my body vibrates as the climax hits, I pant, yanking it. Fuck that was good; I haven't been able to get last night off my mind. Her body tasted so sweet; she bent to will, gave me everything I wanted. I have fucked many women, but none who could take all of me so skillfully. No matter how hard I fucked her, her core clung to me tighter, drenching my shaft, begging to be pulverized. I can't get her out of my head. This isn't good, I've been doing this for five years, and I've never fixated on a snatch like I'm fixed on hers.

Maybe it's because I haven't been participating in these activities too busy the last couple of months. Four months have passed since I had sex before last night; perhaps that is the only reason it felt so damn good. And that's the reason why I currently have my cock in my hand, thinking of splitting that juicy snatch in two.

CLICK

I sit up immediately at the sound of the door closing. Did I hear wrong? Or was someone just in my room?