Daddies Brat

Jemma

Lousy timing is my curse. Fear had me mulling over telling them for too long and now my father’s face is blowing up my phone.

Damn it all to hell. I guess the secret is out. All three guys look at me like I’ve grown horns and a tail.

Some consider it bad manners to throw a phone on the floor and stomp the life out of it. But this thing has brought me anxiety attacks twice now. A girl can only take so much. I grip it tight and stare at the screen, weighing my options.

Answer and admit to all my sins to both sides-get expelled.

Or, answer, admit to nothing, live in denial and never acknowledge the feelings I have for three fantastic men-lose all three and go back to my monochromatic life.

Another chirp splits the deafening silence in the room. I know I have to pick it up or he will continue to call.

Reluctance brings the phone to my ear. “Hello, Father.”

I peel myself out of Warren’s lap and lean against the table for added support when my shaky knees give out.

There’s a pause before a voice dripping with judgment carries over the speaker. “Have you seen the news?”

“No.” Keep it simple and direct. I put it on speaker so I don’t have to repeat this whole conversation to the guys.

Another pause and this time I hear a disgusted grunt. “Don’t lie to me, girl. Is this your way of retaliating? What the hell are you doing in Europe with three of my professors?”

An injection of rage and disbelief washes over all three almost simultaneously and I feel no better than dirt. Erik is confused at first but the hurt in his eyes smooths out to understanding and just as quickly, to my surprise, relief.

Daemon and Warren aren’t as understanding it seems.

I turn and head down a short hall beside the kitchen in this massive hotel suite.

“I’m working.” I’m not about to give up my men that easily.

I push open the master suite and head straight for the bathroom.

“Working? Does working involve kissing?”

“What?”

“Check your phone.”

A ding signals the arrival of an image and I thumb over to see Warren’s mouth on mine.

My jaw drops. I can’t believe he would do this. “Are you following me? I didn’t realize you cared so much.” I feel a shock so deep hurt doesn’t begin to describe the pain welling inside me.

“I didn’t do this. Someone plastered the picture I guess taken by some tabloid on all those social sites you like. Didn’t take long for the students here to be talking about you.”

I throw a few of my toiletries in a bag and snag a change of clothes.

I feel a solid wall of power step up behind me but I can’t turn around to face them. Instead, like a coward, I can only stare at the phone in utter shock.

I fall silent. Oh, God. This all just turned infinitely worse. The guys. They’ll lose their jobs. Not that they need the money, but they enjoy teaching and giving back. And I ruined that.

“I can explain. Please don’t punish-”

“As of an hour ago you are no longer a student of Westmoore University. You have been expelled. I’ll deal with the professors next.”

I stumble past them and drop to the edge of the bed.

“Father, wait.”

But he’s already hung up. Gone. How can this be my life?

“I’m sorry.” I start but the burn at the back of my throat makes the rest of what I owe them crack into splinters.

All of a sudden, I feel so tired, I’d laugh but even that takes more energy than I currently have.

Warren is the first to reach out. He strokes a thumb down my cheek. The other two are there but give me space.

I stroke a finger over the jewel-encrusted Eiffel Tower charm Daemon gave me. It’s beautiful and when the light catches it just right it reminds me of our time together in Paris. Just the four of us. No outside world. Just them, me and coding.

My fingers move to the snowflake. “On my eighteenth birthday, my father gave me this. It was the brightest day of my life.” I tapped the snowflake. “Up until that day everything was great. Or as great as could be expected with a father who had his nose in the books all the time and a mother who assumed her only daughter would follow in her footsteps and become a bioengineer.”

I turn to Daemon. “I guess that’s something we both have in common.”

Daemon crouches in front of me, silent. But his eyes give away more than he thinks. He’s hurt.

“A week prior to my birthday I received notice I had been accepted into Westmoore, but I changed my major at the last minute and wanted to surprise my parents over birthday cake. I wanted them to see I knew what I wanted and was brave enough to go after it.”

I give a humorless laugh. “The joke was on me though. I should have known they would react the way they did since they did the same to my brother when he dropped out of college to pursue his dream of owning a chain of bars. Hindsight. But… like all teens I thought I was special. I thought they might be reserved or a little pissed. But to outright turn on me? Yeah, caught me by surprise. That day was when everything froze. They forced me out of the house and dropped another bomb on me a week after -I pay for my own college or start flipping burgers. Didn’t matter to them.”

Now tears decide to show up. Great. I brush them away.

“But of course they didn’t leave it at that. I had to drop the Kelley name or find another college. That’s why I hid the fact the dean is my father. I didn’t mean to lie or get any of you in trouble.”

I pause and take a deep soul-cleansing breath. “So this snowflake reminds me even those who say they love me can still freeze me out of their lives. I wear each of these charms as a life lesson learned.” I touch each charm and pause over the Eiffel Tower, smiling up at Daemon.

“These hearts are for friends. Brooklyn, who you’ve met. And these two-I lost right out of high school. Drunk driver. I carry the hearts to remind me life is short. They helped me not freak out when you ushered me into your plane.”

Erik takes my hand and presses a warm kiss to the center of my palm. He raises his gaze to mine and we pass several seconds staring into each other’s. “It’s hard to imagine a parent hurting their child so deeply. It makes such little sense, sweetheart. Do you know why?”

Daemon’s heavy weight sinks the mattress beside me and I fall into him from the shift of my weight. “Control. They ruled it over us as children. Every time I stepped outside their plan as a child the punishment always stripped me of something I loved. I guess that’s why I stick to the back of the classroom, not wanting to disrupt or call attention. Habit, ya know. And why I kept quiet about who my father is.”

“Out of fear.”

I nod.

“The last thing they could take away from you was their love.”

“Yep.”

They all reach for me and draw me in close. I wish the tears would just fall and I could let out the years of pain wearing down my soul but I’m just too tired.

It’s hard, but I stand and walk to the door. “I’m going to take the second bedroom. I need some time if you don’t mind.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Warren and Daemon are across the room, pulling me back in.

“It’s for the best. I know for a fact none of us expected this to last beyond a few weeks of fun to chase away the winter blues. Distance will help with that. I’ll be up and ready for our flight in the morning.”

They are reluctant at first though Warren and Daemon let me leave, but it’s Erik who follows. “If you need someone to spar with or overeat cookies with, come find me.”

I nail him with a quizzical look from across the room. “I’ve hurt them, and you, but you still want to binge on cookies?” I offer a small smile. It’s all I can muster at the moment.

“Shit happens, sweetheart. It’s up to you how much you let others control your life.”

Hours later those words hang in the front of my mind. As do all the times the three men have been there for me. The way they welcomed me into their lives. But deep down I know the next weeks of my life are going to be hell. All the work I’ve put into my studies, days and years of pure focus. The one time I take a little something for myself it’s all lost.

Hours tick by and I watch the moon rise from my lonely bed. For two solid weeks I’ve slept snuggled between my lovers. Tonight is the first night I’ve been alone. And it sucks.

Daemon likes to sleep with his leg between mine, his hand on my thigh. Warren, he’s just as possessive but in a different way. Several mornings I would wake to find his hand holding mine to his chest.

The more I think about it, the harder I breathe. My heart beats faster and I debate seeking them out. But after tomorrow I won’t have them to run to. I skim a hand under the covers and pull back the band of my underwear.

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Alone in the dark, I grab my pillow and draw it over my face, giving in to the pressure, and just scream. Scream out my frustration and hurt, my anger at the universe for giving me something for so short a time and then yanking it away.

I swirl a finger around my clit and feel a sudden sting of need shoot through me. But no fire. Not like what they do for me. I haven’t gone a single night without feeling their pleasure and my body is going into withdrawal. My legs slide open and I cup my pussy. The touch of my own fingers is nowhere near what theirs feels like on my flesh, but I work my clit. Slow circles at first. I ease up the edge of my nightshirt to find my nipples hard, eager. I gasp and for a second I think I can find my release with a little more effort, but the harder I caress the nub tucked between my folds, the further away my release escapes.

I throw aside the covers, yank off my panties. I close my eyes as a moan whispers past my lips when I sink two fingers into my channel. Wet, hot and hungry. A noise by the door draws my attention and I look on as Warren crosses the room and places a knee on the bed. In the dark I can feel the heat of his gaze on my hand.

I shudder when his fingers brush over my belly and he slowly pulls my hand away. Eyes wide, I look on as he wraps his lips around my fingers, sucking them clean. Hair tousled and his chest bare, he’s a vision of pure masculinity when he lays between my legs. Before I can protest, whimper or beg, he takes my throbbing clit between hot lips. Large hands sink beneath my ass and I’m devoured and sent reeling into another world when my orgasm hits.

There’s no time to prepare, only to feel.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls against my sensitive folds. Teeth take the flesh and I’m arching off the bed and falling prey to another rush of hot liquid spilling between my thighs. He flicks the tip of his tongue over the hard pleasure nub, and a part of me falls away. No longer belonging to me. It’s his. Just like Daemon holds another piece of my heart.

“You’re a treasure, Jemma. A jewel.” His soft words don’t match the lightning fury I see flash across his face. I can only assume he’s as torn up about the end of our fling as I am. His cock tents a pair of low-slung sweats and when I dip my eyes, he pulls away.

“Sleep while you can. The sun is about to rise. Erik will take you to the airport in the morning and join you on the flight.”

Instead of demanding answers, my brain shuts down as he clips a Ferris wheel charm onto my bracelet opposite the dangling Eiffel tower. And just like that I know it is over.