Daddies Brat

Jemma

I’ve never seen London before. The energy here is completely different from Paris. It’s hard to explain. Maybe it’s my lack of sleep that gives my brain enough space to wander and let my childhood fantasies out to play but I feel like I should be wearing more than just a pair of flats and jeans as we roll past Buckingham Palace.

But that’s about as far as my thoughts get before Erik is swinging the car door open as we enter yet another hotel lobby. Pristine marble and immaculate flowers welcome us as does a flurry of flashing blubs and shouting reporters.

I throw my hand up in surprise and yelp. The men swoop in before my eyes can adjust after the bright flash and when they do, I have large shoulders blocking me from view.

Warren ushers me into an elevator with Erik and Daemon serving as a unified wall between me and the cameras.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Sorry about that. We tend to get a little press coverage when we come here. We’ve done a lot for the universities here which has landed us on some invisible bachelor list of some kind.”

My familiar ringtone spills into the tiny elevator, blaring overtop the nice little melody playing over the hidden speakers. Oh crap! Dread fills me instantly. Before now, I never had anything to hide from my best friend so I have my phone programmed to automatically answer her Facetime.

Big mistake. Huge! In my defense, the feature does help when I have my arms full of books and coffee. In hindsight automation isn’t always the best option.

“Brooklyn!” I pump my tone with cheer to hide the fact my heart rate is close to a thousand beats a minute.

I quickly turn so that my phone’s camera is not pointed at Warren but it’s almost useless to hide who I am with. Mirrors cover every inch of the elevator so I hit end and pray she thinks I have bad reception.

“Problem.” Erik slides me a side eye paired with a cheeky smirk.

“Who’s there with you? He sounds sexaaaay.”

Now my heart is dead. Just D. E. A. D.

Eyes glued to the floor, I freeze briefly before yanking the phone back out of my pocket and slamming my hand over the camera seconds before turning the video call to no cameras.

It never fails. My friend possesses no filter between her thoughts and her mouth on a good day. And she knows damn well I have her on speaker.

We’ve texted a little over the past week. And like every best friend she pestered for answers about where I was. It’s hard to dodge direct questions, but until now the promise of telling her later worked. The hazard of always being predictable-the second you change patterns it’s noticeable and sparks people’s curiosity.

“There’s only one reason you would shove your phone back into your pocket, my friend, and that’s if you have a guy with you.” Her voice bounces off the sides of the elevator.

“Are you naked? Oh, better yet, is he hot?”

“Brooklyn, I’ll call you later, okay?”

She doesn’t bite.

“Come on, tell me. You know I have your back.”

I know she does. Not another person on the planet had my back more than

Brooklyn. “Well,” I look at Daemon but his scowl isn’t telling me anything. Erik and Warren the same. I don’t want to assume they will be ok with me outing them. “I’ll say this. I haven’t looked at a book or much else since we landed in Paris. That will just have to hold you over for now.”

“Paris?”

“Now London.”

“I come home from work to find the apartment empty. Because you go to Paris! Girl! I need details. Please tell me you’re not there with that surfer dude from my law class. The one who keeps trying to get you to go out with him.”

“No. God, tell me you know me better than that.”

Three dark sets of eyes level my way. I gulp at the possessive tug on my heart. Like they claim me with a simple look.

Fuck.

“Look, you can keep your secret. For now. I’ll let you get home before I hound you again. But wow, girl. When I said live a little on New Year’s, I thought maybe you would dance at the party with some hot guy, get a haircut, skip study group and binge watch rom-coms.”

If she only knew half of what I did my friend would lose her head and then open a bottle of wine in my name.

I pinch my mouth to keep from smiling. It’s hard. I can feel all three men staring at me and the heat from their gazes has me creaming my panties.

“I never thought you would become a freaking globetrotter.”

“Hardly. Trust me, when I can share the details I will, okay?” I can feel the heat travel up my cheeks every second I spend talking with my friend.

I gasp as six hands rove over my body. Tugging, pulling. Two perfect pairs of lips kiss up the exposed sides of my neck. Warren drops to his knees, lifts the hem of my sweater and picks the spot just below my navel to torture me with languid, mind-blowing strokes of his tongue.

I shiver in eagerness and I don’t for a minute think they don’t know what they are doing.

“I’m just kidding, babe. When will you be back? You should know that people are starting to ask about you.”

I clutch the back of Warren’s head when he pops the button on my jeans. “You, uh… you can tell Sean I’m not interested for the last time.” Focusing is becoming harder by the minute.

“No, sweetie… I mean people.” Brooklyn’s voice pitches high while my stomach dips to hit the floor. She is the only person I’ve ever entrusted with my secret.

“I never thought he would realize I was gone, much less ask around for me.”

All lips and hands stop. Crap.

“Well he does, annnnnd he did, sweetie. I’m sorry. I hate being the one to rain on your adventure.”

I nervously chuckle now that the men are back on their feet and I have sixhundred pounds of male all focused on me.

Around us the temperature in the elevator turns arctic. I glance at the floor number as they slowly tick by. How long does this thing take anyway? I don’t fail to notice how their gazes turn darker.

“He?” Warren asks, when I don’t make eye contact.

“Who did you think wouldn’t miss you?”

Daemon comes to stand shoulder to shoulder with his buddy and I’m pushed back against Erik’s chest. Two things stand out. His hard cock pressing into my ass and he’s breathing heavier than usual.

Damn.

Before I can end the call, Brooklyn is already jumping in. “Is that-”

“Talk soon, love you!”

This time I make damn sure I hit the end button before shoving the contraption back in my coat pocket.

Oh boy.

All three loom over me. I feel the heat of their gazes touching every inch of my face like they think I’ll give up answers from the mere power of their matching scowls.

I’m locked against a wall of muscle with no way out.

Trapped.

Goosebumps rush over my arms. It’s obvious my body is getting the wrong message from their nearness. It thinks we’re about to get kinky in the elevator.

“What aren’t you telling us, sweetheart?”

I hesitate to answer but then the elevator door dings. Saved! But I don’t get the reprieve I expect. Nope. Daemon has me in his arms and he quickly follows his friends inside a beautiful hotel suite I really don’t get to appreciate beyond a quick glance around my captor’s bulging muscles.

“Right here, men. Our girl is about to give us some answers. Bend her over the couch, yank those jeans down and show me her ass.”

Warren. I roll my eyes to myself. Always so damn controlling.

“My pleasure.” Erik drags his hands down my sides, and with a few ninja moves I’m pantless. A quick look and that’s not all I’m missing.

“Spread your legs for us, baby. Unless you’re willing right now to tell us who your friend was talking about.”

Maybe my body read the signs right after all. Maddening men!

I spread my legs. I mean come on. What do they expect from me? What incentive are they giving me to tell them? Torture sex seems fun and I might as well live while the living is good. It doesn’t escape my notice I’ve become someone completely different from the person I was a week ago.

Someone too scared to take what she wants.

The second we cross over into Connecticut I can turn back into the mousy girl in the back of the room with the geeky answers and laptop.

But in London, why not grab my fairy tale and let it sweep me away? Just for a little while?

“Look how wet she is and we haven’t even touched her.”

I swear Daemon’s voice has me ready to come already.