Daddies Brat

A lot of whiskey was consumed over ideas of tying you to our bed, but reality won out.”

Drake leans in and trails warm lips down the length of my neck. Lips pressed against my ear he whispers, “We want the real you.”

I reach behind me and slide my fingers through thick brown hair and hold him close for a few beats of my heart longer just taking in his warmth. “I was alone for so long,” I begin but let my thoughts drop. I felt lost and thought I hadn’t truly found myself. Being here like this makes me feel they could be right. But I’m too scared to admit aloud how they make me feel.

Sylan gathers me in his arms and pulls me in until my front melts into his. Only then does he visually relax. “We might own you on a piece of paper for what it’s worth, but you’ve owned our hearts since the first day you put on a Club Lex uniform.”

Grey rejoins us. “You choose. Stay with us. Find out what having three men at your side is like.”

“Or leave. Go back to your life. We would never hold you here unwillingly, tempting as it is to tie you up and never let you go.” I’m in Drake’s arms now, the power of his words sinking deep inside my soul.

I have a choice to make it seems.

God, what have I been brought into? Three gorgeous men with rippling muscles my body can’t stop responding to want me?

Sudden chills wash over me, and all three think it’s from the cold.

It’s not. I’m having a hard time controlling my body’s reaction to their nearness. Men like them provoke fear in others but in me, all I can feel is protected, of all things.

I hold back from smacking my own forehead to jolt me out of the fantasy world I’ve slipped into because…come on. Who in their right mind feels safe with men who live at the top of a criminal empire?

Apparently, the answer to that question is me.

Life is never that black or white, and it definitely isn’t straightforward. I know this. Or at least I thought I did. I’m no longer sure because in a simple line these three are the definition of what a girl like me should run from.

Despite the ruthless and most times brutal stories that feed the reputation preceding them, I find myself pulled closer the longer they touch me. But I guess picking the men you fall for or feel attracted to isn’t always in one’s control.

My heart is racing and I can’t catch my breath. “Where do we go from here? Do I need to sign a contract accepting or do you want a blood oath? What works as a can we try and see where this goes in your world?”

Before I get the rest of my run-on thoughts off my chest, Sylan’s lips are on mine and he’s devouring me, soul and all.

It’s tender and soft, unlike the man, and wholly electrifying. I follow his lead and lean into his hard, warm body. He tastes like a devilish combination of sin and whiskey. He parts my lips with a stroke of his tongue and I moan into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I know the second I’ve lost part of my soul because I feel tethered to him in a way I’ve never felt before with anyone else. Especially to a man of his caliber.

The warmth of his body molds mine to his, and I can feel his cock hardening between us. My chest rises and falls with every breath, brushing my nipples against him. I dig my fingers into the fine threads of Sylan’s dress shirt and arch into his arms, forcing him to take our kiss deeper.

He doesn’t disappoint. Beneath my touch, he’s breathing just as hard as I am, and I take comfort in knowing I’m not the only one feeling this strange flood of emotions and desires all at once.

I hear a rough chuckle I’ve quickly come to learn is Drake. I break away and look up into Sylan’s dark eyes. “Well, Sy, I guess a kiss works too.”

I clear my throat, press the tips of my fingers to my kiss-swollen lips and try not to smile. “Wow, your lips are so soft.” I think I say that final part in my head, but Grey’s laugh tells me I said it loud and clear enough for everyone to hear.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Sy?” He pulls back and stares down at me. “No one has ever called me anything other than my given name.”

“Oh? Why? It kind of seems natural. Like all my friends, well the people I work with, call me Kat. What? Did you threaten to pound anyone if they gave you a nickname?”

I know the small barb will get a rise out of him.

Just not this kind of reaction.

He leans in and presses a light kiss right below my ear. You know the place that instantly melts a woman’s heart and soul into a gooey puddle on the floor?

Grey, not wanting to be left out, pulls my hand to his mouth, “What? No nickname for me?”

I give an offhanded shrug. “You, I’m still mad at for scaring the hell out of me.” I turn to Drake. “And you too. You both scared me,” I admit. “Just for two totally different reasons.”

The smiles drop from their faces and for a second I think I’ve actually wounded the men. But those sharp dark eyes of theirs take hold of my attention and I find myself being shared between them. Their hands roaming my body with Sylan behind me like a wall of support at my back as his friends consume me.

Grey comes in first. His lips claiming. Possessive. His hand twists in my hair and I’m locked in. Just as abruptly he passes me to his friend, holding my chin so Drake can have a taste. He’s tender at first, which throws me off but it’s only half a breath before he has my lips parted and his tongue taking over my mouth in an all-consuming kiss that steals all the air from my lungs.

Sylan strokes his large hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples through the polyester uniform covering them. I grab at the first thing and Grey is right there when I fist his shirt. “That’s it, tongue fuck her harder,” he rasps to Drake. His hand slips up my skirt and I spread my legs wantonly for him to move higher… higher.

I moan into Drake’s mouth when rough fingers find my wet pussy. I feel my heart flip inside my chest and I clamp my thighs together, locking Grey in place.

“Easy, baby,” he urges, but I don’t want easy.

Panting harshly, Drake breaks our kiss and there’s a darkness in his eyes. A possessive glimmer I’m mesmerized by.

“I don’t want easy,” I husk against his lips and then I’m pulling him in for another sample.

My eyes drift closed and I let my body relax into Sylan’s warmth too. Am I seriously going to take all three of these men?

God, yes I am and I’m going to love every minute of it. I never want to be alone again. Feel the vast void of emptiness of not having another soul in this world to reach out to.

I feel pulses of heat rocket out and strike me straight in the core. The one place I’ve longed to have all three touch.

“Have mercy,” I purr softly. Yeah, these men know my weakness, and I’m not entirely sure I care enough not to look affected by the feel of their lips and hands on me.

Another set of lips travels up my thigh and I know it’s Grey. He’s fallen to his knees and already has the hem of my uniform riding high over the curves of my hips. I moan deeply when cool air hits the sticky wetness of my pussy lips as he peels back the soaked layer of cloth.

“You, my lovely Kat, have a delicious moan,” Drake growls.

I let out a wonderful sigh and my breath betrays me and hitches. I bury my hands in Grey’s thick, soft hair. He moves my leg over a massive shoulder and I’m spread wide. He strokes a tongue over my clit making my pulse jump toward the edge of not giving a fuck about anything anymore but them.

My body shivers with pleasure as warm lips surround my clit and suck.

I gasp and ride his face loving how he works me, batting his tongue back and forth rapidly.

At the same time, Sylan eases the zipper of my uniform down to reveal the black cotton of my bra. He peels the sides open and with ease slides the sides of my bra down to sit beneath my breasts. Like this they are pushed high, my nipples tight and rosy. Needy.

He plucks them between his fingers, making them harder yet.

“Oh,” I moan, arching into his touch.

“That’s what I want. Give us those cries,” Sylan growls in a deep, rough whisper and then kisses my weak spot again. I knew his light Irish brogue mixed with modern American would break through during sexy times.

My hips threaten to buck against Grey’s face the faster he moves his tongue. I’m so close, my heart beating wildly. Drake reaches between my legs and spreads my folds holding me wide so he can watch his friend suck my pussy.

Sexy as fuck!

I’ve been in their home-and I know it’s theirs, not just Sylan’s-for less than fifteen minutes and I’ve already fallen for them again.