13. Malcom

The smile on my face died when I watched her come out.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath. I had no idea what I had been thinking when I planned our night together. It was supposed to be my chance to show her that I wasn't the fucking ogre I had been pretending to be the last six months. That I could be as fun and easy-going as Casey and Jett.

But I hadn't wanted to come on too strong.

I had chosen a one-piece bathing suit for her, but fuck me, I had a feeling our girl could make a fucking potato sack look sexy as sin.

"Ready?" she asked, and I didn't miss the way she tried to subtly check out my body. I was in black swim trunks and a gray tee I had found, because again, I didn't want to come on too strong.

"Ready." I nodded and opened the pool house door. The sun had just started to set and was painting the sky an abstract of colors that shouldn't have worked together but in that moment blended and mixed perfectly. Like us. We were like a sunset, blending and meshing perfectly when we were together. It would beautiful. Like art and nature all at once.

Casey, Jett, and I would pair perfectly with Rosa if she gave us half a chance.

Nerves suddenly struck me.

Reality was a motherfucker.

Tonight had to go great. Perfect. If not, if I fucked up, I didn't just screw up my chances but Jett's and Casey's, too. I'd be the one responsible for ruining the future that felt brighter and more meaningful than it had in a long time.

"Mal?" She called, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes found her immediately. She stood staring at me as the pool glistened behind her. "Thought you wanted to have fun?" she asked with a small shy smile on her face. I wasn't sure if she knew her hand was extended for my taking, and just like that, something inside me relaxed.

"Right." I nodded and took her hand in mine, loving how tiny and soft it felt. "The pool is heated," I said. "It shouldn't be too bad, but if you want, I can heat up the hot tub and—" I was rambling. Nerves had a hold on me. She stopped walking, and we stood at the edge of the pool.

"Rosa?"

"Oh, Malcom." She giggled. "Hand me your phone and that expensive-looking watch." I did as she asked, handing her anything she might want. She took them and set them on the lounger next to us. "That's better."

"Is it? But what about the water?"

"I don't know. You tell me what you think."

"What?" I frowned then suddenly, I felt her hands on my chest just before she pushed me into the pool.

Naturally, my arms wrapped around her. We both went in with a big splash. Cold water helped take the edge off my nerves, and when we pulled ourselves above water, her laughter wrapped around me, much like the woman still in my arms.

"Better?" she asked, her eyes shining.

"A lot."

"You really need to practice the whole learning to have fun thing." She grinned.

"You going to teach me?" I didn't miss the sparkle in her eyes. Was I flirting? Did she like it?

"Hmm… depends."

"On?"

"If you're a good listener or not." She laughed and swam out of my embrace. I adjusted myself under the water. There was something about the sly, sexy little look she gave me before dipping her head under the water that had me thinking she knew exactly what she did to me. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the side of the pool. She had no idea what a good listener I could be.

We swam and floated about for almost two hours. The sky had darkened and filled with stars that glittered above us.

But all good things had to come to an end, and that came when I noticed how her teeth started to chatter once a breeze kicked up. We sat in the hot tub for a moment to warm up before I got out and grabbed both of us towels. Not that I covered up until I had her all snuggled into a bath sheet.

"Better?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Did you have fun?" she asked, still shivering in my arms. I nodded.

"A lot, but I think I would always have a good time with you."

"Hmm, you're a charmer when you want to be," she muttered, and I chuckled.

"When I wanna be?" I playfully pretended to be offended, and she pressed her lips together. Even under the moonlight, I could make out the way her cheeks blossomed into the prettiest shade of pink.

"I don't know." She shrugged, and when she looked down at my chest, I was glad I hadn't covered up yet. Rosa's eyes moved up to look at me, and she was so fucking beautiful, it was almost hard to breathe. "I was pretty sure you didn't like me." She stepped back, but I didn't let her get too far. I wasn't supposed to be rushing her or coming on too strong, but the daddy inside me couldn't keep his hands to himself. I pulled her right into me. My eyes caught the terrycloth towel I'd wrapped her up in, and I envied it. How the hell could I be jealous of a towel?

"I never not liked you."

"You watched me like you thought I was going to steal something."

You did. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't want to scare her away. Her eyes watched me for a moment.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. That was never my intention. Not even close." My voice sounded rough with emotion and regret. "But you're right. I did watch you closely." One of my hands moved up her arm and didn't stop until I cupped her face.

"You did?" she whispered, and I nodded. My eyes dipped to her pretty mouth and that sexy-as-sin birthmark.

"You're so beautiful it was hard not to. I mean, look at you. Jesus." I exhaled jaggedly. "I'd watch you wondering how the hell you could actually be real."

"Malcom—"

"I'm serious, baby girl. Daddy couldn't stop staring at you because you're so fucking pretty it almost hurts."

"I, umm…" She licked her lips, and the glossiness of them combined with the moment, her body tucked close to mine, I leaned in and waited for her to reach up to meet my lips. When I watched her eyes fluttered shut just as her lips parted, my mind stopped thinking and natural instinct took over. My lips found hers with a soft barely-there touch. When she moaned and pressed her mouth firmly against mine, I lost control and took over the kiss.

It should have been sweet and tender.

Gentle.

But I was too far gone.

My entire body throbbed to feel her, and fuck me, I did. She was in my arms, her taste in my mouth, her hands holding on to the back of my neck while she clung tightly to me. A gust of wind picked up, and without thinking, I pulled her up my body. Her legs naturally wrapped around my waist. The towel bunched up above her hips, and I moved us to the pool house. I wanted to do nothing more than toss her onto lounger next to us, but it was too cold for her, and no matter how much I wanted her, her needs would always come first when it came to how we cared for her.

I kicked the pool house door shut behind us but couldn't get myself to make it further inside than the closest empty wall. I pinned her against it, and she didn't complain. If anything, Rosa mewled and ground against me before biting down on my lower lip. I hissed at the flash of pain.

"My baby girl needy?" I grunted. She sucked on the flesh she bit and soothed it with her tongue. My hands clenched her ass cheeks.

"Mal," she whined.

"Shh," I soothed as my nose brushed against hers.

"Mal—" She pulled away, pressing her head against the wall behind her as she stared into my eyes. In this position we were at eye level. "Maybe we shouldn't…" Her mind was going a million miles an hour, and I needed to make sure she breathed.

"We can stop, if that's what you want," I hoarsely offered. It would hurt and feel like a kick in the heart, but I didn't want her to do anything she wasn't positive about. My Adam's apple bobbed, and the way she stared at it made my dick twitch. Her eyes flared at the feeling of it straining to get closer to her.

"You're hard." I chuckled roughly. If she only knew.

"Rosa, baby, I'm always hard around you. We all are."

"We?" she repeated.

"Let me make you feel good," I pleaded. I was dying to know what she looked like when she shattered.

"Mal, you're my boss."

"You're off the clock," I reminded her. "In this moment, right here and right now, I'm just a man and you're a woman. One who is too young and too good for a grouchy bastard like me who doesn't know how to have fun, but I swear to you, for you I'll learn. I'll try. I just—" My voice cracked. Fuck. Her lips twitched. "I wish I were good with words to make you understand how I feel about you." Something softened in not only her eyes but her body.

"You're doing better than you think," she said, whispering hope into my heart and soul.

"Let me make you feel good, beautiful," I offered again before kissing her once more. "Please." Daddy wasn't above begging his girl. She nodded, giving me the green light.

When I rolled my hips, my dick pressed perfectly against the apex of her thighs. Her eyes closed and her head pressed harder against the wall. "Fuck," I cursed as I watched her.

She was fucking exquisite, the prettiest thing to ever exist, and she was ours. My lips made their way into her neck. A deep animal-like sound vibrated in my chest when her scent wrapped around me.

"You taste so fucking good. You always smell so good. I dream about how good you smell," I admitted, and her gaze turned hazy.

"You do?" she gasped.

I licked up and down the line of her neck, making sure to let my teeth scrape against her flesh. Her skin broke out into goose bumps that had nothing to do with feeling cold. I slid her down the wall and stepped back. Her hair was starting to dry, making her curls look wild and free. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. I pulled at the towel.

"Daddy needs the words, pretty girl."

"Daddy?" she whispered. Cum leaked from my cock at the sound of her saying that word.

"That's what you're going to call me when I'm making you feel good." My hands gently unwrapped her from the towel. The sight of her standing in that sexy one-piece I'd chosen for her would be engraved into my brain till the day I died. I hadn't been able to appreciate the sight earlier since she was wearing shorts before she pushed us into the pool.

Her waist looked tiny, and her hips flared in a way that made my hands ache to touch her. To hold on to her. The suit was high cut, and her breasts were perky, her nipples hard and begging for my attention. I licked my lips and didn't miss her standing straighter. Pressing her breasts up and out even more, making the swells look even bigger. My eyes skimmed back down to the excuse of material between her thighs. It was black and wet and so tight I could make out her pussy lips. I could have almost sworn her little clit was popping out, needy for my attention.

"That's what you want to call me, isn't it?" I asked the moment our eyes connected. Her brown eyes darkened with need and lust and something so sweet I wasn't ready to name it. She shivered, and I fought the urge to grab something else to cover her up. My hand tipped her chin up. "Answer me, sweetness," I demanded gently.

"I've never… I mean… I'm not a virgin, but I've never, umm…" I picked her up, and again, she wrapped her legs around me. I loved how we fit.

I moved us through the pool house, ignoring the couch that was covered in the different bedding options I'd had spread out for her, and went directly into the room I'd told her to change in.

I loved this room. It was painted a soft blue and had sheer white curtains that currently billowed a little from the breeze outside.

"Mal, what are we?—"

"Shh." I kissed the top of her head. "Give me a sec." I shut the door behind us, leaving us in nothing but darkness for a moment.

"Mal?"

"You know what to call me."

"Daddy," she whispered. I turned on the warm white fairy lights in the room. "How? Wait, was this in here?" I winked at her before I got us into bed, making sure she stayed on my lap. Her body straddled my thighs as she looked up at me.

"Let's go back to that conversation we were having," I drawled, and she chewed on her lower lip.

"I've never done the whole roleplay thing," she quickly explained. I smiled, leaning in to brush my nose against hers.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I've always wanted to," she admitted after a heartbeat. "I was in... the guy I was involved with—" I didn't want to hear about her with anyone else, but I could tell this was important to her. "Well… umm… I told him about my…"

"Fantasy?" I guessed, but she shook her head.

"Kink?" she suggested, and my lips twitched. Oh yeah, our girl is fucking made for us. "He said I was a freak, then ghosted me."

"Thank fuck," I muttered, and she frowned.

"What?"

"Thank fuck that little punk-ass kid didn't realize what he had," I said slowly and exhaled. "Or else you wouldn't be here with me. With us."

"Mal, you keep saying us, but I'm not sure I understand."

"You're not sure or you're not ready to admit what you want from us?"

"Mal…" My brow rose, and she didn't miss what I was asking for. Without missing a beat, she corrected herself. "Daddy." Fuck, I could have come to just the sound her calling me that.

"Good girl," I praised and let myself steal a taste of her lips.

I had meant for it to be soft and sweet and quick so we could keep talking. But the road to hell was paved with nothing but good intentions. Our kiss deepened. Wet languid strokes of my tongue against hers as she matched me move for move. Never wavering, just following along giving daddy what he wanted.

We kissed until we were virtually breathless. When we pulled apart and rested our foreheads against one another, I knew no matter what ever happened, there could never be anyone else for me. I had no idea what the hell I had been thinking telling Jett and Casey we had to keep our distance from her.

Why hadn't I seen the solution from the start like they had?

She belonged to us.

To the three of us.

Where the mere mention of another man made me almost see red, I didn't feel jealousy at the thought of Casey or Jett being included in moments like these. Fuck, if anything, it turned me on. Knowing there could be anywhere from two to six hands touching her body, bringing out nothing but pleasure. The three of us would take care of her. Protect her. Love her.

"You're fucking perfection, baby girl."

"I'm not." She licked her lips. "But I like that you think I am." She chewed on that plump lower lip, and I dragged the pad of my thumb across it to free it from her teeth.

"You're going to hurt yourself. Back to my earlier question." I swallowed hard. "Will you let me make you feel good?" She blushed, but the hesitation in her dark eyes was far from gone.

"What about?—"

"Casey and Jett?" She nodded, and I smiled. Yeah, I was an idiot worrying for nothing.

"They know you're with me tonight," I shared.

"They do?" Her eyes widened, and I nodded.

"Your daddies are okay sharing you because they want nothing but the best for you."

"Sharing me… Mal, I don't know about other?—"

"Not with strangers, baby girl. Never with a stranger. I meant the three of us want you, honey."

"You do?" She swallowed. "If you give us half a chance, I swear to you we will make you happy. We will make your every fucking dream come true. Fairy tale or darker, there is nothing we wouldn't do for you."

"Mal, I mean Daddy, I'm?—"

"Shh, I don't want you to think right now. I just want you to feel. Will that be okay?" She nodded, and I smiled. I stroked her hair and shoulders with my hands, not missing the soft moans that escaped from her lips. Our girl needed to be pampered and spoiled. After the playtime I had planned when we went to Club Sin, we would tend to every sore muscle she had from head to toe. But tonight, I had something else planned. Something just as relaxing for her despite how hard it would leave me.

"I thought you were going to kiss me," she whispered softly with her eyes shut as she leaned in as I touched her body over the bathing suit.

"Soon. Be patient, baby."

"I like how you touch me." Her admission made me happier than she could ever know.

"You have no idea what that means to me." My hands stroked her shoulders and slowly pulled the straps of her bathing suit down.

Her eyes opened, but she didn't say a word.

Neither of us did.

I pulled one strap down, then the other. "You want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said whisper soft. I kept pulling on the material.

Dragging the straps down and her arms through the arm holes. Slowly and without my eyes ever wavering from hers, I pulled the now dry bathing suit down her chest and torso. Her pretty breasts bounced out, and from my peripheral I could make out the darkened tips of her taut nipples. The pads of my thumbs skimmed down the sides of her body, and she lifted for me without having to be told to pull the suit down and off her. Once it was discarded onto the floor, she sat on my lap with nothing on.

My cock strained against the thin material of my swim trunks, but I had to ignore the bastard. This was going to be all about Rosa and making my girl, our girl, feel really fucking good. She leaned in, and without holding back, we kissed again. Hungrily, our mouths sought the other as our kiss turned wet and deep. Our teeth scraped and our bodies pressed together as closely as we could possibly be without me being inside her.

My little flower caught me off guard when her mouth moved from mine to my neck. The feeling of this beautiful creature, naked and on my lap, kissing my neck while her hips rolled and ground against my hard shaft was almost too much. Things were quickly getting out of control.

When daddy was done letting her explore, I flipped her over and covered my body with hers before I moved a knee between her thighs. The lights flickered, but neither of us paid much attention to it.

"You're fucking soaked," I panted. Jesus, her sweet juices covered my thigh. My body trembled as I hovered above hers. I dragged my knee up and down against her slit, taking in the way she shuddered under me and the way she stared up at me. Her eyes full of need and love.

"Oh god, Daddy," she purred. Her back arched against the mattress in an attempt to get more friction while she shamelessly rubbed her pretty pussy against my leg.

"Good girl, just like that. Look at you," I whispered in awe. "Look at my beautiful little flower getting what you need from me."

"Daddy," she whined. I felt like a beast gone mad.

"Good fucking girl," I rumbled. I hardly recognized the sound of my own voice. "Just like that, Rosa. Rub that pretty princess part on my leg. Look at my horny, needy girl. That little kitty greedy, princess?" I taunted. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Rosa's lips parted as she nodded and made the sweetest little sounds. All the while, dirty, filthy things spewed from mine.

"You like that, don't you. You like having alone time with Daddy Malcom?"

"Yes!" she hissed. My head dipped down to her collarbone. I sucked and kissed her flesh. She cried out my name again. My mouth watered for a taste of her.

"Feed me one of these pretty, little tits, Rosa," I demanded, and like the beautiful perfect girl she was, without reservation, she did as I asked. My lips wrapped around the pebbled flesh. I pulled on it and groaned with pleasure. The taste of her skin and the scent of her arousal bombarded each and every one of my senses.

"You're so fucking wet," I grunted, "so wet, and it's just me." I licked around her areola before moving to her other tit. Without pause, she fed me her other nipple, and I rewarded her with a tight pull between my lips. Rosa cried out again. When I glanced down, her hand was cupping and pinching the breast I'd just left. I sucked on the nipple hard until I let it go with a pop.

"I can't wait until it's the three of us playing with you. Can you imagine all of us touching you?"

"Yes!" she hissed. "Oh god, Malcom, Daddy… I'm—" Her voice cracked, and I knew she was close. I wasn't even inside of her, touching her in any way, but I knew.

"You're going to leave me a nice wet spot here, aren't you?" I continued talking dirty, feeling a fresh gush of warm, dewy liquid against my kneecap. "But it's going to be nothing like the one you're going to make for the three of us."

"Malc— Mal—" She gasped for air as I brushed her sweat-soaked hair that was sticking to the side of her face out of the way. Both of our bodies were slick, but there was no way I was going to stop. I leaned in and licked the line of her neck. The taste of her skin combined with her salty sweat was an aphrodisiac. I was close to coming in my pants like a fucking teenager instead of an almost forty-year-old man.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, princess. You're ours. You're mine right now, but soon…" The unspoken promise clung between us as her hips chased her orgasm.

"Oh god! Yes!" Her dark eyes widened, and I wasn't sure who was more shocked, Rosa or I, about how fast or how hard she came.

Watching her find that bliss as euphoria washed over her face was the most erotic beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"I…" She licked her lips, and her mouth turned upward in the sweetest smile. "That was…"

"Perfect," I cut in before rolling over and pulling her into my arms.

"Wait, what about?—"

"Shh, this was about you, baby." I kissed her temple. "Now rest."

"About me? But—" Her hand started to drift down my abdomen, but I stopped her when she reached my waistband. "Malcom?"

"My job is to make sure I take care of you," I laid out, and she blinked. "In every way."

"But you're hard."

"I'm always hard when I'm around you, Rosa."

"Always?"

"Since you started working here." Her eyes widened, and a look on her face I hadn't seen before painted her features.

"Really?"

"Daddy would never lie to you. Even if it"s something I don't wanna talk about or think might hurt you, I would never lie to you. Ever."

"Mal—"

"I know you have a lot of questions, but for now, will you rest?" I patted my chest. "Lie down here and rest."

"Here?" Her head popped up a little, and I nodded, stroking her hair.

"Right here," I answered and felt her lay her head back down, this time on my pec, her ear pressed against my heart. I wondered if she could hear it beating for her. If she realized this wasn't just some forbidden attraction or stolen moment we could one day look back on fondly.

She fit against my body like two pieces coming together.

Seamlessly.

Like she had always belonged there.

Soon, we would see how she fit with the three of us surrounding her. I wasn't worried. She was ours. There wasn't a fucking doubt about it. I ignored my dick as she slowly fell asleep, her naked body completely relaxed next to mine. I didn't think sleep would happen for me, but before I knew it, the morning sun was shining through the wispy curtains.

When my eyes opened and saw her cuddled next to me, still naked and asleep, I knew this was exactly how I was meant to wake up every day for the rest of my life.