Esme
It took a few tries, but I blinked and kept my eyes open for longer than a couple seconds. The room was completely dark, and I wasn’t sure if that was because I’d pressed the button for the blackout blinds before going to bed or if it was still that early. My entire body felt heavy. Not a single muscle wanted to cooperate. I’d been in the deepest, best sleep of my life, but my brain annoyingly tried to remind me of…something.
Mornings and I didn’t get along. If it weren’t for Amelia, I wouldn’t even attend my first two classes. But we shared the first one of the day, along with her stepsister. I couldn’t stomach the thought of my bestie having to deal with Elsa and her idiot friends alone.
Snuggling deeper into the pillows and plush blankets, I let my lashes drop when I remembered it was Sunday. No school. No Elsa. Maybe I had hit the blackout blinds switch so I could veg out all day.
But Amelia…
It was difficult to think about my best friend when I was so damn comfortable.
“Need you to stop squirming around, vixen. I’m not gonna be able to hold back much longer with that sweet ass rubbing against my cock like that.”
My eyes flying open, a hundred things hit me all at once. Memories of going to Inferno with Amelia. Doing blow job shots. Discovering the three daddies. Going up to a room with them. Losing my virginity to Parker.
And then he’d just stopped.
I didn’t think guys could do that. Once they got that far, it was nut or die, right?
Wrong.
He didn’t finish. None of them had. Instead, Parker had carried me into the bathroom and washed me. But the shower hadn’t been to his satisfaction. He started snarling about clothes, and because I was still so lost in my head over him not coming, I’d let Malcolm dress me in his shirt. They grumbled between themselves as they ushered me out a back exit and into a blacked-out SUV.
Not sure if I was insulted or hurt or just disappointed, I didn’t argue when they pulled up at some crazy high-tech brownstone on billionaire row, the swanky part of Manhattan that was home to the richest families in the world.
No one had offered to give me a tour of the house. Instead, Malcolm had carried me up to a huge bedroom and straight into the bathroom. He ran me a bubble bath then spent the next hour soaking with me. Other than washing and rubbing my neck and shoulders, Mal didn’t once touch me in a sexual way. His cock had been rock hard against my leg and hip. Sometimes he would shift, and it would stretch along my back. But he never once—not even for one second—tried to ease the ache that must have been gnawing at him.
Parker and Benson came to check on us twice, once to demand I take something for whatever discomfort they thought I had. I couldn’t find my voice to explain that I was fine. Just downed the three ibuprofen with a sip of club soda and sank deeper beneath the bubbles while Malcolm massaged my shoulders and neck. There was no need to show Parker the body he obviously regretted putting his dick in.
They came back a while later with a tray of fruit and wine. While Malcolm continued to bathe me, Parker fed me juicy grapes and pieces of melon, while Benson sat on the other side of the tub watching. Other than to tell me to take a bite, no one spoke. Quiet wasn’t something I excelled at, but for the first time, I was lost for words.
Every moment with my daddies felt surreal, and for once, I was unsure what was reality and what was dream. After I was all pruny from soaking in that glorious tub with Malcolm for so long, I could barely keep my head upright. Parker wrapped a fluffy towel around me and lifted me from the water. He got me dry, and then Benson dressed me in a T-shirt before leading me to bed.
Other than them pressing kisses to my forehead, the mood had shifted from hot and heavy to whatever the fuck this was. No one had bathed me since my nanny when I was four. Apparently virgins were huge turn-offs, because they had gone from ravenous beasts to stoic assholes.
Assholes who had also taken care of me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
Guys were so damn confusing.
The last memory I had was of Benson tucking the covers up over my shoulders as I cuddled against Parker in the biggest bed I’d ever seen. Firm lips had pressed a kiss to the crown of my head as their tender ministrations had zapped what was left of my energy.
“Parker?” I whispered, not trusting this not to be more bizarre dreams. I knew it was him. I recognized his voice. His scent. Could feel the differences in his body compared to Malcolm’s or Benson’s.
He pressed his lips to my shoulder where the tentlike shirt had slipped down. Fighting a mewl, I mentally commanded myself not to move, even though I was savoring every moment of lying there in his arms. Glorying in the sensation of having every hard inch of him molded to my body. Wishing with everything in me that our one and only night had been very different.
Why had it mattered so much that I was a virgin?
Why did he ruin it?
Why wasn’t I good enough to fuck?
“What do you need, little one? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Sore?”
Hearing the concern in his voice only confused me more. I could feel how hard he was, pressing into my ass. What I needed was for him to sink into me again—and, this time, not stop. I wanted him to use my body to get off, but he was more worried about feeding me literally anything but his mammoth cock. Which was what I really craved.
Where was the man who had been so mindless he’d practically torn me in half with one powerful thrust?
I should have been basking in the tender care he and the others had showered on me since discovering they’d deflowered me. But I was upset—pissed the fuck off—that as soon as they realized I was new to the sex scene, they’d gone from bending me in half with orgasms to treating me like I might break if they breathed wrong.
Don’t cry, Es.
Turning my wrist, I tapped the screen of my smartwatch twice. That little device wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a security system. It let my guards see my heart rate in real time so they could tell if I was in distress, as well as show them my exact GPS. Two taps would alert Astro and Otto I was ready to leave, and three meant I was in trouble and needed them to come in guns blazing. Since I wanted to go home, not kill the man holding me so tenderly, I figured two taps was the better option.
I probably should have done that before I let my three daddies take me to a second location, but I’d been too curious.
Or in shock.
Definitely hadn’t been so consumed with emotions it took everything in me not to cry.
I was not a crier, damn it.
Don’t you dare cry, Barbier.
It had totally only been curiosity and shock.
At my touch, the face of my watch lit up, clueing me in to just how badly I’d fucked up. “Lia!” I yelped, patting around for my phone, even though I couldn’t remember picking it up back at the club. As far as I knew, it was still on the floor of that room with my dress and destroyed bodysuit.
“Easy, ,” Parker soothed, tightening his arms around me. “Your friend is fine. She’s safe.”
“How do you know that? Have you spoken to her? She’s told you in her own words that she’s okay?” I demanded, trying to push away from him. It was too dark to see him or anything else in the room, but I could feel everything. Including the heat of his body and the slick tip of his cock as it pushed against my bare ass.
Christ.
Any attempt to get free didn’t even budge him. I mostly clawed at his arms and chest, and not in the fun way I had been doing to him and his friends the night before. Somehow I ended up facing him, my nose pressed into his chest, so that every breath I took was full of him. All the possible positions I had been placed in to learn to fight off potential threats had not prepared me to be in bed with a naked man three times bigger than me.
But if I was honest, I might not have fought nearly as hard as Astro or Otto had taught me to.
A person should always be honest, especially to themselves. Sometimes, however, I didn’t listen.
“I haven’t personally spoken to her, no. But Benson talked to Trevor early this morning. Lia is still sound asleep.” His voice was calm, his fingers brushing over my skin like a flame lighting every nerve ending he brushed over.
Goose bumps popped up along my entire body, my breath hitching when he slid the palm of his hand down my back and over my bare ass before squeezing. His cock slid between my legs, pressing against my soaked slit.
“That sweet pussy is getting all worked up for me. How am I supposed to keep my head straight and not sink into you right now, little one?” He brushed his nose over mine, his lips lightly caressing my cheek.
“You didn’t have a problem holding back last night,” I snapped, right before the doorbell chime rang through the room.
Perfect timing.
I wasn’t surprised my guards had arrived so quickly. Given the tracker in my watch, they’d probably followed us from the club and then stayed in the SUV all night. Astro and Otto’s job might be primarily keeping my sister and me from killing each other, but there were other dangers in the world our parents worried about. Our guards were paid extremely well to ensure the safety of the Barbier heirs.
Hearing the doorbell didn’t give Parker a moment of pause. His fingers squeezed harder before dipping into the split of my cheeks and circling the only virgin hole I still had. Realization that Parker was responsible for so many of my firsts flooded through me.
First kiss.
First dick inside me.
Malcolm had given me my first starbursting orgasm.
What first would Benson lay claim to?
Pushing that thought away, I reminded myself that our one night was over. They’d wasted it by not fucking me into a coma. All those orgasms before they got weird over a little blood on Parker’s cock hadn’t been enough for me, but I’d only allowed myself one night with my fantasy daddies. I wouldn’t make the mistake of allowing this to go further than that.
But fuck, I loved the way his fingers flexed and curled and teased me. I loved breathing in his scent. Loved hearing how hard his heart pounded without having to press my ear to his chest.
Another chime of the doorbell. This time, longer, insistent. One of my guards must have been holding it down. I could imagine the two of them on the front steps, their suits and communication devices making them look like secret service. Technically, they were.
It was difficult to think about Astro and Otto when the tip of Parker’s cock pushed at my entrance. An ache began to pulse in my clit. I wanted him inside me again. Just one more time before I had to walk away.
Another blare of the doorbell, three sharp rings back-to-back-to-back before being abruptly cut off.
Parker nipped my bottom lip, before soothing the sting with his tongue. His voice was like the deep purr of the panther I’d likened him to. “You’re so wet, little love. I want you so badly, I physically hurt. But I tore you last night, . I will never take my own pleasure at the expense of your pain. That’s too high a price to pay.”
I wanted to believe that. Wanted to believe him. He’d been so close to the edge the night before. On the brink of spilling his come for me. Did he care so much about me that he was able to stop just to spare me whatever pain he thought I might have been in?
Or had my innocence been too much of a turn-off?
Experience was what men like him and his friends wanted. It was why they went to clubs like Inferno. For wild fucks with partners who knew what they liked, wanted, needed.
Before I could think through all the jumbled thoughts in my head, Parker rolled me to my back, hiking one of my thighs high over his hip. Opening me. Spreading me. His hips rocked forward, his long, thick shaft pushing through my lips and teasing a whimper from me.
“No cock inside this perfect little body until you are healed, precious baby.” He skimmed a kiss over my collarbone, his prickly cheek chafing my skin. “Until then, you’re going to stop thinking whatever it is that is filling your head with noise and let us spoil our little treasure.”
“I-I am?” I moaned, arching my hips up in search of more of the pleasure that was setting off little explosions deep inside my body.
“You are, ,” he rasped, finding my lips for a kiss that was full of heat and promises, yet so tender it caused tears to sting the backs of my eyes.
No crying, !
Kissing him back, I ignored the scolding of my inner voice. Tears were not important when I was drowning in emotions I wasn’t ready to name as Parker made love to my mouth.
The door being opened so hard it practically bounced off the wall barely registered as the lights were flipped on. I blinked against the sudden harsh glare overhead while my body continued to strain closer to Parker. His head snapped up at the intrusion, his body shifting as if to protect me.
Malcolm stomped into the room, his dark eyes taking on a feral quality that made me want to burrow myself beneath his skin. He wore a pair of black sweats and a tank top that was drenched in sweat. “There are two bozos in suits downstairs saying they are here to pick up .”
“Who the fuck are they?” Parker snarled, reaching for the pajama pants at the end of the bed. Without his heat surrounding me, I felt oddly chilled.
“Benson is questioning them now, but they wouldn’t leave when I told them to fuck off.” His narrowed gaze dropped to me.
His gray-sprinkled dark hair was plastered to his scalp, his forearms lined with ink and veins that I ached to trace until I could identify his body in a blacked-out room, just as I’d been learning Parker’s only moments before. With how sweaty he was, I figured Malcolm had been working out hard.
Whose house were we in?
Did they live together?
I kind of liked that. All three of my daddies under the same roof. They hadn’t done anything the night before to make me think they were together together. There was no sexual energy sparking from them for each other, no heated glances between them, but they obviously liked to share women. Maybe they shared everything, including a home.
“Who are those idiots, baby girl? How the hell did they know you were here?” Mal’s questions had me shaking my head to dispel the thoughts of my three daddies sharing the same house.
I slowly sat up, pretending like I had all the time in the world, and adjusted the shirt Benson had put on me after my bath. “I’m a Barbier, remember? If you know who my father is, then you are aware he has many enemies. Personal security is a must-have when I leave the house.”
Parker stood, pulling on his pants, his jaw clenched. “Benson will replace her current security with female guards.”
“No, Benson won’t,” I said with a laugh, climbing off the Alaskan king bed on the opposite side. “Astro and Otto have been with me since I was ten. They’re my friends. No. That doesn’t even come close to what they are to me. They’re family. Besides, my security detail isn’t any of your business. After I leave here, I won’t even cross your minds.”
All the air in the room became charged as quickly as the lights had been switched on. Parker and Malcolm both growled, and I hurriedly replayed everything I’d just said in hopes of figuring out what I’d done to set them off. Before I could figure it out, Malcolm was in front of me, his massive body crowding mine. On instinct, I stepped back, only for my legs to hit the bed.
He followed me down, his sweaty body covering mine as he got so close his nose brushed mine. “You don’t have friendships with men, baby girl. Benson, Parker, and I are your family now. Your motherfucking world. The only way you’re ever leaving this house is if one of us is with you or you take the new security Benson will be providing for you. And they sure as hell will be women, because I will rip the head off any son of a bitch who so much as breathes the same air as you.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” I breathed out, my voice as weak as my body that had turned to goo from that dark-timbre voice.
“Wrong, little girl. I’m your daddy,” he snapped, kissing me hard. It was over before I could even get a thorough taste of him. Breathing hard, he lifted his head enough for me to see the chocolate brown of his irises. “Not cross our minds? You fucking live in my head now, . Don’t you ever tell such lies to me again, or I will turn that perfect ass of yours red.”