Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Zeph

Ford is seated on the lounge when we come upstairs. Taylor takes Lenny to shower, and I sit beside him. His brows are furrowed, and he is staring blankly at his screen.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He points to his phone screen. “Reception is patchy, but my emails came through.”

His divorce is official. While I know he wanted it, seeing the paperwork probably makes it feel real.

“Zeph, I wasn’t prepared for how I would feel to be officially single again at thirty-eight. I might be wealthy, but I feel like I wasted my prime years on that bitch. What do I have to show for it? I should have children by now.”

I chuckle. “You still have plenty of time to have little Fords running around. You will be one of the most eligible bachelors in the entire city once the tabloids get hold of this news. If all else fails and you want kids, pay someone to carry your baby. You know Taylor and I will be the best funcles in the entire world.”

Ford snorts. “Yeah, I have options, but it sucks that this is how my life turned out. I had a different plan.”

I reached over and take his phone, turning it off. “Everything happens for a reason. And right now, for whatever reason, we have a beautiful woman—who is almost perfect in every way—naked in the shower. Let’s focus on enjoying her company. Once we get home, you can have a weekend to get sloppy drunk, cry, and get angry at the situation. We will look after you, and then, once you get it all out, you can go back to work and be your badass self.”

“You’re a fucking amazing person, Zeph. One of the best friends a man could ask for. The best thing I ever did was blackmail you to work for me.”

I snort. I still don’t know why he didn’t call the cops that day and send us back to jail, but I’m forever grateful. My entire life changed the day I met Ford. I might not have known it then, but his friendship has repaired so much inside me that my past destroyed. I still have a lot of work to do, though—you can’t erase that much childhood trauma in a year.

Tears prick at my eyes. Ford knows how hard it is for me to hear praise and believe it, yet he keeps giving it. If anyone can make me believe the words, it’s him. I might tease him and call him Daddy, but it’s because he is the responsible one, the one who looks after us and cares for us in the way our parents should have when we were kids. One day he will make the most amazing father, and I can’t wait to see him be a dad.

A throat clears, and we both look over our shoulders to see Taylor standing at the entrance of the hall with a shit-eating grin on his face. He quickly moves closer to us. “You have to see this. Lenny, you can come out.”

The second she comes into view, my eyes bug out of my head, my mouth falls open, and my cock goes rock hard. She walks toward us in white lingerie, a garter belt clipped onto sheer white stockings, and white heels. Her blue hair falls around her shoulders in a few loose curls.

“Isn’t she fucking stunning?” Taylor says, excitement lacing his tone. “She was going to burn them, but I had a better idea.”

Mischief washes over his face as she gets closer, and she winks at him. It’s then I one hundred percent know he’s up to something.

When she walks around the lounge and stands in front of Ford, I watch with rapt attention. “Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.”

Ford clasps his hands in his lap. “Is that right?” he asks.

She nods, biting her bottom lip and batting her lashes at him.

“On your knees,” he demands, and she immediately does as he asks. She gets down on her knees and looks up at him.

Taylor leans in closer to me. “She felt bad leaving Ford out.”

“Why were you going to burn your clothes? You look like an angel in white.”

She blinks up at Ford. “Because it was a Christmas gift for my ex. I had it delivered here months ago.”

Ford nods down at her. “Well, you have come to the right person if you want them destroyed. But you are right, you are a bad girl for wearing something you bought for another man.”

“Please punish me, Daddy.”

“You’re going to play out one of my fantasies, one I’ve had since I first laid eyes on you.”

Shock washes over her features. “You have fantasies about me?”

He nods. “Now get my cock out, then I want you to wrap your lips around it and do not take your eyes off me while you do it.”

I blow out a silent hiss as Taylor slides his hand under my towel and beneath my borrowed shorts, wrapping his palm around my already rock-hard cock. He gently rubs his thumb over the tip as we watch Lenny open her mouth and guide Ford’s monster inside. Her plump lips wrap around the head, stretching as wide as she can.

“Every moment with you feels like I’m living a dream. You’re perfect,” Ford says as he wraps her blue hair around his hand. Then he moves his hips slowly, getting her used to his size; sucking a cock so big wouldn’t be easy.

She brings her petite hand up to grip his shaft and it barely fits all the way around. I swallow hard as Taylor increases his strokes, teasing me while I watch Lenny stare up at Ford as he fucks her face. Her eyes water, but he makes sure she is okay, showering her with praise. It’s what he does daily with us, just not in a sexual way.

“Oh fuck,” Ford growls after a few minutes. “I’m going to come.”

He releases her hair and waits for her to move, but she doesn’t; instead, she takes over and keeps her pace. Ford’s knees wobble as she sucks him dry, swallowing every bit of his release.

He doesn’t ride out his pleasure or even bask in it. He just slides his cock out and tucks himself away. Then he pulls her to her feet and into his arms, taking a seat on the sofa beside me as I come in Taylor’s hand.

Ford cradles Lenny in his embrace and strokes her hair. “Thank you,” he murmurs to her.

“You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to.”

“You should never feel used, Lenny, even if you wanted to do it. Were you never cared for after sex?”

She shakes her head. “Sometimes, if I asked, he would let me cuddle him after,” she says, and her eyes water.

Ford’s brow creases, and a muscle in his jaw pops. He doesn’t respond straight away, but then he says, “Let it out—don’t hold your emotions back. I can’t imagine what it feels like to realize so much about the person you loved, especially when you held him in a higher regard than he ever deserved. Promise me, when you fall in love again, you will only give your heart to a man who treats you how you deserve.”

I swoon at his words. Ford knows what to say and when to say it. How his wife left him for his asshole father blows my mind. What woman in her right mind would make that jump? Though I suppose Amanda was never in her right mind to begin with—the woman was nothing but a leech, sucking Ford for everything he was worth. The joke was on her when his divorce lawyer went in strong. She should have walked away with nothing, if you ask me, but Ford gave her a payout and walked away.

Lenny chuckles softly. “If anyone has set the standard, it’s you three. I feel like an idiot. How can three strangers make me feel this way, yet I spent most of my life with someone who wouldn’t even hold me after sex?”

“It sucks that you feel we have given you the example of how a man should treat a woman, when we feel we have only had time to give you the bare minimum. But now you know how you should be treated, and I hope at the very least you hold that standard for the next man you let into your life.”

Ford isn’t wrong. We have treated her the way you should treat anyone—all things we learned from Ford.

“Who wants to bake Christmas cookies and listen to Christmas music?” Lenny closes the conversation.

Ford and I groan, but Taylor jumps up. “Let me wash the cum from my hand, and I will give you the best Christmas concert of your life.”

Lenny laughs, and Taylor runs toward the bathroom to wash his hands. “You two scrooges can tidy up the living room while Taylor and I bake cookies.”

“Are you baking in that? Because then I might be able to be persuaded.”

“Maybe. As long as I see some abs, I could be convinced to leave it on.”

She snorts when both Ford and I reach for the backs of our shirts and rip them over our heads. All three of us are in too deep with this woman, and it’s going to fucking suck to let her go back to her life. At the very least, we will have to get her number or friend her on her social media. I don’t think I can walk away and never see her again.