Triple Daddies

  But it was just a little jealousy, and nothing more. Now, any other man, and it’d be fucking rage I was feeling. If it’d been any other man putting his hands on her like that, or touching her like that, well fuck, we’d be in a very different place in this study. If it’d been anyone else but my best friend in the world who was basically a blood brother to me, I’d be lunging across this desk and wrapping my hands around his fucking neck.

  I sighed, glancing at my friend. This was as close to “talking about it” as we’d ever got. And even now, even after what had just happened downstairs, we were avoiding it. Neither of us was going to be the first one to just come out and say “I fucking want her,” even if it was plain as day on both our faces.

  “We went too far,” Wilder growled, pouring himself another splash of obscenely expensive bourbon. Hey, it was a vice we could afford.

  “With the discipline,” he added quickly, frowning.

  Right, “discipline.” Not “putting our hands on the girl we most certainly should not be putting our hands on.” We were going to phrase it that way, I guess. Fine.

  I just nodded, my jaw tight.

  “She needs to know we’re in charge, and we can’t have her thinking she can just run out whenever she wants, as late as she wants, with whoever she wants.”

  My hands closed to fists at the thought of the who she’d been with that night.

  “You don’t think…”

  Wilder shook his head, his eyes fierce.

  “No. If that little punk had actually gotten anything from her, she’d have told us. If only just to spite us.”

  “Brat,” I growled.

  “No shit. But c’mon, we dealt with all sorts of bullshit Marine arrogance and unruliness over there. We can handle this.”

  “We, huh?”

  Wilder’s jaw twitched as he nodded. “You and me both, man. Don’t put this all on me.”

  I arched a brow. “You’re saying I’m in charge of disciplining your niece—”

  “Not my niece,” he muttered, far too quickly, like maybe he was reminding himself that little but important fact too.

  “And yes,” he added. “You’re in charge around here too. She’s out of control. Maybe she needs two firm hands of discipline. Or four, fuck, whatever, you know what I mean.”

  I nodded.

  “But I think we went too far tonight,” I muttered.

  “Same.”

  “We can’t let it—”

  I almost said “go there with her,” but I stopped myself.

  “We can’t let things escalate like that.”

  My friend nodded curtly. “I’ll say something tomorrow, I guess. You know, apologize for, you know.”

  For spanking her.

  For punishing her naughty, tight little ass like I knew both of us had been dying to do since the second she’d stepped into our world.

  “But for real, man...” Wilder eyed me. “You know I’m gone tomorrow. Just keep her out of trouble while I’m gone.”

  My buddy was off to the city to settle some final accounting stuff from a few of the auxiliary branches of our business. And it looked like I was in charge.

  Of her.

  My job to keep her out of trouble.

  My job to keep my eye on her.

  My job to discipline her should she try and act out again.

  …I’d be lying if I said my cock didn’t throb rock-fucking-hard at the thought.

  6

  Mackenzie

  I came three times that night. After what happened in the living room, and after feeling Wilder’s firm hands on my body and Lincoln’s heated gaze locked on mine, my entire core was on fire. I barely made it to my room before I slammed the door, locked it, and tore my clothes off. I didn’t even get my panties off before I fell into bed — ass up, face down into my pillows, and both hands buried between my legs.

  I came the first time in about thirty seconds. The second I took my time with, panting into my sheets as I imagined Wilder spanking me again, and this time pulling my panties to the side and running his fingers up and down my slippery, sticky pussy.

  I imagined Lincoln doing more than watching. I pictured him stroking himself the way I’d seen in the shower that day. I imagined him moving closer, his hand wrapped around his big, thick cock, touching me while Wilder did the same.

  The third time I came, my mind went to a place I’d barely ever gone before. That time, I fantasized about them doing more than touching me. I imagined them forcing me to my knees, and unzipping their pants. I imagined their hands in my hair, and cupping my jaw and touching my body while I wrapped my lips around their cocks. I imagined sliding down onto Lincoln, and then Wilder.

  I imagined the two of them taking me together, and when I went there, my whole body exploded in the dark of my bedroom, and my cries drowned in my pillows as the orgasm shattered through me.

  The next day, I padded downstairs in a sort of hazy glow. I was nervous, and if I’m being honest, a little ashamed. I mean, Wilder had spanked me last night. He’d seen how fucking wet my panties had gotten. And he’d said something.

  My face reddened as I walked towards the big kitchen, and when I remembered what I’d said back, I blushed even deeper. But I took a big, shaky breath, let the air out slowly, and then stepped into the kitchen for breakfast.

  They were both there, but aside from two curt, stony nods, neither of them said a word. Lincoln’s eyes lingered a second longer than Wilder’s maybe, but he too turned back to his coffee and paper, clearing his throat as I stood there awkwardly in the doorway.

  This, I hadn’t expected.

  Coldness. They were both sitting there like the night before hadn’t even happened. I bit my lip, screaming on the inside for something. But all I got was silence. I poured myself a coffee and sipped it sulking, chewing on my lip as I tried to figure out where we went from here.

  Suddenly, Wilder cleared his throat and stood.

  “Alright, I’ve gotta run.”

  For the first time, I realized he was dressed up entirely — not just the button up shirt and jeans he usually wore, like Lincoln was. He was in a full suit — dark that only made his dark eyes blaze even hotter as he leveled them at me.

  “Where are you going?”

  “The city. Business stuff to settle. But look, Kenzie, about last—” He frowned, narrowing his eyes at me before he looked away. “Do me a favor and try and stay out of trouble today, alright? Lincoln’s in charge.”

  He nodded at his gorgeous friend, who glanced up at his paper and looked right at me.

  Fuck, it was almost the same heated look as the night before.

  “Be good, Kenzie.”

  I shrugged nonchalantly, an even when I looked away, I knew the move had gotten a scowl on his face.

  …Because even after the night before, or maybe because of the night before, I couldn’t stop trying to get under his skin — both of them.

  “Mackenzie.”

  His rough, growly voice snapped my head around, and when his eyes caught mine, I shivered at the heat there. Wilder opened his mouth to say something, but he slowly closed it, shaking his head instead.

  “I’ll be back tonight.”

  He nodded at Lincoln, grabbed his car keys, and strode from the room.

  Wilder might have left the house, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still thinking about the night before nonstop. And worse, now I was alone in the house with Lincoln.

  Lincoln who’d watched me get spanked, who’d held my gaze. Lincoln who’d had that hungry, fierce look on his face.

  I thought again about the huge bulge I’d seen in his pants, and felt the heat bloom inside of me. I was the farthest thing from “experienced,” but I knew what it was I’d seen. I knew he’d been as turned on as I’d been, and I wanted more of that. I wanted more of that heat in his eyes, and the hungry, powerful look on his face when he looked at me

  And so I decided to tease.

  I think in my head, it started as almo
st a self-dare — like I was egging myself on to “do something.” My skin tingled as I shut the door to my bedroom and shrugged out of my clothes. My heart thudded in my chest as I swallowed and opened my dresser drawer, pulling out the skimpy, light blue bikini.

  It was insane, and I knew it. It was playing with fire, and probably messing with something I had no business messing with. Lincoln was so much older than me, and so much more worldly. Not to mention, he was Wilder’s best friend. Part of me felt torn, knowing that it was both of them that set the fire blazing inside of me, and not really knowing how to act on that. There was a part of me that thought teasing and tempting Lincoln would be almost a slight to Wilder, even if I knew how ridiculous that sounded.

  He’d spanked me, not asked me to marry him, for crying out loud. Given, the spanking he’d given me had moved way past “discipline,” and I think we both knew that, but still.

  They both had my body aching in ways it’d never ached before, but it was Lincoln who was at the house that day.

  I shivered as I stepped out of my room, clad in just the tiny bikini that barely covered much of me at all. An intoxicating mix of not knowing what the hell I was doing and knowing exactly what I was doing roared through me as I padded back to the kitchen.

  “So,I guess you’re in charge of me today, huh?”

  Lincoln glanced up from his paper, and his eyes instantly flickered with some unseen heat as they locked onto me. I trembled a little as I felt the power in his gaze as his eyes teased over every inch of me from top to toes, and then right back up again.

  His eyes narrowed and I could see the twitch in his chiseled, clenched jaw.

  “Put some fucking clothes on, Kenzie.”

  I shrugged, looking away and prancing to the fridge for a bottle of water.

  “To go swimming?”

  “You’re not swimming,” he growled, his voice low. I could hear him get up from his chair behind me as I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge, and I swallowed thickly.

  “Not yet I’m not.”

  I turned around, and gasped instantly as I came face to face with him. Lincoln’s cool, gorgeous blue eyes burned right into mine, his frame towering over me as he stood barely a foot from me. The look on his face was hunger, but he kept his mouth shut tight and thin, and his hands clenched into fists by his sides. I took a shaky breath, my eyes tracing over the open top buttons of his dress shirt and the defined muscles and ink I could see under it. His sleeves were rolled up over his forearms — and God those forearms.

  I shivered again, inhaling the scent of him and feeling the heat of his body with him so close to me like this.

  “No games, Kenzie,” he growled quietly, his eyes firmly holding mine.

  I forced myself to shrug. “What games, Lincoln?”

  “You can’t just walk around like this,” he muttered, his gaze breaking as his eyes dropped down to my bikini again.

  I trembled, feeling that heated gaze tease over my skin and leave electric tingles in its wake.

  “I’m just going swimming,” I said quietly.

  “Of course you are,” he purred back, and I swear he moved even closer to me. “Just going swimming, huh?”

  I nodded, swallowing thickly and feeling my pulse roar inside my head.

  “Yup.”

  Lincoln’s jaw clenched tight, and suddenly, one of his hands raised. My breath caught a he reached for me, and for one second, I thought for sure that he was going to just grab me and yank me against him right there in the kitchen. But his hand froze. His eyes blazed pure fire at me as his hand moved right past my hip to press into a fist against the fridge behind me. His whole body tensed, muscles clenching and rippling, like he was barely containing himself.

  “Go swim, Kenzie,” he growled, his voice tight. “Now.”

  He spun, pulling away from me and striding from the room. And I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until it came out in a whoosh the second he was gone.

  Holy shit.

  And just like that, I knew I wasn’t confused anymore. I knew I wasn’t “not sure what I was doing” anymore, either. After that moment, I had a new goal: I was going to break that iron resistance of his.

  I guess I didn’t fully know what I was doing. But all I did know was that cracking Lincoln was a challenge.

  Game on.

  7

  Wilder

  My whole body twitched — restless, on edge, and hungry — through the whole fucking meeting. I was sharp, and short with the lawyers, even my own, as I finished signing over some of the auxiliary account and existing contracts to the new owners of Hammer and Spark.

  You’d have thought I’d be sad to be selling the company Lincoln and I had bled for, but we were both glad to be out. Were both glad to be out of the job of soldiering, and all that came with it. And besides that, the guys taking over were good men — also Marines, and also with the training and discipline to make good leadership moves. Our employees would be in good hands.

  But fuck if I could even think about that, even as my hand moved the pen across dotted lines. Because all I was thinking about was her.

  Kenzie.

  About her skin, and how fucking tight and warm and supple that little ass was. About how her skin had turned pink under my hand, and how she’d gasped so sweetly you’d have thought I was stroking her pussy not spanking her ass.

  After Linc and I had polished off a solid half bottle of the bourbon the night before, I’d gone on the fucking prowl. Lincoln had gone to bed, but me, I couldn’t sleep. I was too on edge. Too fucking roaring and on fire from what happened. I knew it was taking things too far, but fuck, I couldn’t get it out of my head.

  And she’d called me daddy.

  Something about Kenzie brought out the need to protect, and to take care of her in ways I’d never felt before. And something about her brought out something raw inside of me — something filthy and dark and fucking roaring to get out.

  I was thirty-seven years old. There’d of course been women over the years, though nothing in easily a year. But, none of them — not one, ever — had gotten my blood roaring as hot as it had when Kenzie Gates had called me daddy.

  That one word from her sweet lips was like pulling a fucking trigger. It’s snapped something inside of me, and made me hungry for her in ways I couldn’t even describe. I hadn’t just wanted to fuck her after she said it, I wanted to possess her. I wanted to claim every fucking piece of her — to make sure the whole fucking world knew that every damn inch of her skin, and every soft curve and crease of her body was mine.

  That only happened after I got home, daddy.

  Kenzie calling me daddy the night before had gotten me rock fucking hard. Harder than I’d ever been. I’d stormed quietly through the huge, dark house, like an animal stalking for prey. And it wasn’t until I’d found myself up in her wing of the house and standing right in front of her goddamn bedroom door that the red haze had cleared.

  Fuck, what was I doing there?

  My heart raced, and my cock throbbed harder than a piece of steel, thinking about her sleeping just a few feet away behind the door. My jaw clenched, and my hand had twitched, like it was aching to reach out and turn the doorknob.

  Get the fuck away.

  The voice inside my head had screamed at me, halting my hand and forcing me a step back. What the fuck was I doing?

  And I swear I’d started to turn to get the fuck out of there, when I heard it.

  It.

  I froze, my pulse jumping through my veins like liquid fire as I heard it a second time. And then I knew there was no way I was walking from that door.

  I’d heard Kenzie gasping, and moaning. And I knew instantly what it was. My cock lurched in my pants, my balls tingling as they boiled full of hot cum.

  I’d just heard the sound of Kenzie touching herself. I’d heard Kenzie touching her fucking barely legal, off-limits pussy, and making herself moan from it.

  I groaned, and my cock turn
ed to fucking steel between my thighs. I turned again, my breath coming ragged and my pulse pounding, trying to force myself to get the fuck away before I kicked her door down, pushed her legs wide, and tasted her little cunt for myself.

  Get. Out.

  I stumbled, half blind with my lust as I turned to leave. But as I did, my eyes landed on the door to Kenzie’s bathroom, half open with the moonlight coming in through the bathroom window.

  And there, hanging on the doorknob, was a pair of little, black, lacy thong panties.

  Fuck.

  I moved before I could even think it through, snatching the tempting, teasing little piece of lace from the door knob. I growled lowly, bringing them up to my face and inhaling the sweet, intoxicating smell of her.

  I could smell her cunt on them — sweet, mouth-watering, and innocent.

  My balls tingled with lust, my head swam, and my cock threatened to literally tear a hole right through my pants, and maybe even her fucking door. The sound came again of Kenzie moaning alone in her bed, and the last shred of my control burned away.

  My belt was undone, and my fly down before I even knew it. I groaned, reaching in and wrapping a fist around my aching cock before pulling it right out. My thick shaft trembled — rock hard with the blood rushing through my body and my desire for the barely legal temptation right on the other side of the door from me.

  I groaned quietly, stroking my fist up and down my throbbing dick. Sticky, white precum beaded at the swollen crown and then trickled down my shaft, making it slick and glistening in the moonlight. Slowly, listening to the sounds of her pleasure through the door, I brought Kenzie’s little black thong down and wrapped it around my cock.