15. Denial

Iwas about ninety percent certain that Caleb would turn me away. But instead he’s jabbing the power button on his tablet and stowing the device in the nightstand.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, I say, “Are you sure? I told you guys I didn’t want to fuck around.”

“Oh, Evie, doll.” He gives me a soft smile. “I’ve been waiting for you to change your mind.”

Maybe I should be annoyed that he held out hope, but I’m just so freaking happy that he stuck around. Because the truth is, I need him. I haven’t been able to handle being around him—Lincoln, too, although he’s been grouchy and closed off. But otherwise, every moment with them is fraught with sexual tension. Casual conversations while we wait for coffee to brew. Brief greetings when the guys come home from work at the end of the day. Seeing each other in the hall when leaving or returning to our bedrooms. Every moment, I feel like I could burst.

I want them both.

That doesn’t mean my dad has to know, though. Lincoln was so adamant my dad find out, but I’m not ready.

Except…how does Caleb feel about it? I ask, “Do you care if my dad knows what we’re up to?”

Caleb’s expression can only be described as appalled. “I think it’s never a father’s business what his consenting, adult daughter does in the bedroom. And I think Mark would agree with me on that.”

“But Lincoln wants…”

“That’s between you, Lincoln, and Mark,” Caleb says. “I agree with Lincoln—I think Mark should know that we’re building a relationship with you. But it also seems too soon to break that news. I don’t know Mark like you and Lincoln do, though, so my opinion doesn’t count for much.”

I nod, because it makes sense. I hate the idea of ever having to tell my dad about any of this. Besides, is this—whatever we’re doing—going to last that long, anyway? Dad even mentioned that Lincoln doesn’t settle down. And Lincoln said something similar about Caleb. Caleb said something just now about “building a relationship,” but I don’t think we’ll ever get that far. So why am I even worried about any of it?

I shouldn’t be, is what it comes down to.

Instead, I should be taking advantage of Caleb’s offer. He said he can help me, and boy do I need his help. I’ve been feeling achy and needy for days.

“Come closer, doll,” he says. “I can see you thinking, and you don’t need to think too hard right now. That little pussy of yours is feeling empty, isn’t it? You need a daddy to fill it up?”

I nod and step closer, stopping at the edge of the bed next to him. His cock is swelling behind the dark fabric of his boxers. I want to take him in my hand, feel that full length of him.

He gives me a look of pure lust and says, “You want to do this, you will follow my instructions. Starting with, you will call me Daddy. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Take off your clothes.”

I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts. The way he stares at me, his gaze hungry, sends a shot of lust straight to my core. I hurry to take off my shorts and panties.

“So pretty,” he says, reaching over to run his fingertip across one of my nipples. He pushes down his boxers. “Climb up on my lap, doll.”

I swing a leg over his lap to straddle him. His bare cock rubs against my folds as I settle into place.

“Fuck, you feel so good, little girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I’m going to suck on these nipples for a bit. Feel free to squirm as much as you want, but I’m not fucking you until I’m good and ready, understand? Your daddy knows what’s best for you.”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand.” Holy hell, this is so freaking twisted. My insides feel squirmy and excited every time I say “Daddy,” and the way he’s looking at me, like I’m his entire world, is even better.

He lifts one of my breasts in his hand and covers my nipple with his lips. Warm, wet heat, and a faint sucking pull.

“Fuck,” I whimper, rocking forward, pressing my pussy against his cock.

“Mmm,” he hums against my breast. With his other hand, he cups my other breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers. His fingertips have rough calluses, and the sensation is delicious against my skin.

I want more of this. More contact, more filthy taboo words. I rock my hips, spreading my arousal all over his cock. It helps me slide over him more easily.

He continues to lick and kiss one nipple while squeezing the other. Then he brings his free hand up to my neck. A light pressure there, and I am entirely his. All the way. Anything he wants, it’s his.

Pleasure builds and builds, but I’m not going to come like this—I can’t quite get there. I rub back and forth on his dick, pushing my hips back and trying to angle my body so he’ll hit my clit. I can’t get the angle exactly right.

“Please, Daddy, please. I need more.”

“Not yet, doll.”

Why won’t he listen? I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t come soon. I continue moving—my body won’t allow me to stop. Caleb’s continued attention to my breasts is going to be my undoing, though.

“Please, Daddy.” The words come out abruptly, almost like a sob. “I need—I need?—”

“Oh, you’re being so good,” he rasps, letting go of my neck to cup my cheek. “All right, little doll. Slow down and you can have Daddy’s cock.”

I try to lift up. My legs are shaking with the effort.

“Pretty baby,” Caleb says. “Let Daddy in.”

He holds up his cock and I finally, finally sink down onto it. My eyes close, everything going dark while I revel in the sensation, in the relief I feel.

“See? Your patience made it better.” Caleb kisses me, tangling his tongue with mine before pulling back again. “Now keep moving. Show me how fast you want it, how hard. Show me how you like it, doll.”

I rock back and forth, chasing the heat, the tingling pleasure.

“You were so brave, coming back to me,” he whispers, banding one arm around my waist and bringing his other hand to my throat once more. “Such a brave girl.”

“I wanted you,” I say. “It’s been so hard without you.”

“I know. Hard for us, too.”

His hand tightens around my neck. I can still breathe, but it takes more effort to suck in air. My hips seem to move on their own, chasing this feeling, the inevitable end. Sweat gathers between Caleb and me, our skin sliding and slapping together. Everything hot. Everything wonderful.

“Beautiful doll,” he murmurs. “It’s too bad Lincoln isn’t here.”

“He’d walk away,” I say.

“I doubt it. Not if he saw you like this. He’d be desperate to join in. Ah, I can feel your pussy clench harder at the very thought. You like that, don’t you, doll?”

I press my lips together, unwilling to answer.

He chuckles and thrusts harder into me. “You do. So let’s play a game. Imagine he’s here. He’s standing in the open doorway, staring. He’s right behind you, sees how hot your lithe little body is as you rock up and down on me.”

I can picture it. I wish it were true. I need them both.

“He walks in,” Caleb says, his green eyes full of mischief as he lets go of my waist to run a finger along the slippery wet place where we join. “Shoves down his pants, takes out his cock. Gets on the bed behind you.”

The imagery is too fucking hot. I’m going to come, any second.

“And he fucks you here, doll. Right in this tight little hole.” He swipes his finger over my asshole, spreading the moisture he’d gathered from my pussy…and then he pushes his finger inside. It burns, but it feels good at the same time.

I can’t hold back any longer. I come on a wail.

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