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“You, Daddy,” I reply as a smile spread across his face.

“That’s right,” he replies as he starts lifting his hips to meet mine, and things start going wild. Things start moving faster as we both get louder, and I bounce on his cock until I cry out as I orgasm around it. As I cum, Travis grips my hips and takes control thrusting into me a few more times before filling me as he roars through his release.

I collapse onto his chest, and he wraps me in his arms as we lie together, gasping for breath.

“You are too perfect. I don’t know how I thought I could carry on loving you from afar,” Travis whispers into my hair. I rest my cheek on his chest as I look to the side of the bed where I slept half the night.

“Why do you think you love me?” I ask, scared to look at him.

“I don’t think, I know. I knew you were special from the moment I met you. But I realised I loved you six months ago when you were drugged.”

Travis helps me to move so I am lying beside him rather than on top. He pulls the blankets over us to stop me from getting cold. I place my hands together under my face as he lies beside me, propping his head up on a fist.

“I don’t know if you remember, but one of your friend's parents called your dad that night. I called him the following morning to check something, and he told me.” He reaches over and brushes some hair from my face. “I jumped in the car and was here within two hours. Your friend was here, but you were still out of it. You had no idea who I was and were unable to stay awake. All I knew was you had been out with the O’Reilly girl and had your drink spiked. I lost my shit and called Christian.”

“Jasmine had been taken! It wasn’t his fault,” I start, but Travis places a hand on my cheek to calm me.

“I know that now, but we didn’t know about Jasmine then. I don’t know if you would have known the truth if Christian hadn’t shouted it at me when I called him. I felt bad afterwards; had I known what they were going through, I would have never called. But all I could think about was what could have happened to you, and it killed me. That’s why I started keeping more of an eye on you. I don’t know if you noticed, but I have been back more often and messaged you almost daily. All of it was to know you were safe, and I still managed to miss so much.”

“It’s not your fault,” I start, but Travis shakes his head as he tucks the blankets further around me, protecting me from the chill in the air.

“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is; it still stands that you have been suffering, and none of us noticed or did anything to help you.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “But that is going to change, Sweetheart. If you are up for it today, I would like the four of us to sit down and talk about everything. I think a few things you’ve been told aren’t true, and I want to understand them before I try to help you.”

I nod as I know he’s right.

“Good girl. I know it won’t be easy, but we need to understand a few things so we can take care of you and help you to understand who you are and not what you believe is expected of you. But first.” Travis grabs me and rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I squeal, laughing as he pins me to his side. “Let me hold you for five more minutes before I get up and make you breakfast.”

“I think I’m going to like you being my Daddy,” I giggle against his chest.

“I haven’t had to discipline you yet. You might change your mind then,” Travis warns in that deep voice he gets when he goes into daddy mode.

From the way my body reacts, I don’t think I will mind at all.

26

Ryan

This run is what I needed after the last twenty-four hours. It’s giving me time to clear my head and think things through properly.

From the moment Mum and Henry arrived the other evening, I knew they would cause all kinds of trouble. They had come in all happy and cheery and seemed a little too relieved when I pointed out Verity was at the performance. They appeared less pleased when I said Travis was watching her.

“That’s nice of him,” Mum had said, putting no real feeling into it. Henry hadn’t looked overly impressed, but what right has he got to have any say over his daughter’s life? After yesterday, none.

I will never forgive him for the pain he caused Verity yesterday or any other day. I don’t know what he said to her in that room, but he destroyed her. It was written all over her face, as well as the way her whole body language changed. She was broken beyond repair. Between me helping her onto the bed and the guys getting back, I tried so many times to get her to speak to me, but it was as if she couldn’t hear me, yet Travis somehow got through to her.

That man did something I don’t think I could. He held her tight and took the abuse and still gave her all of him. Afterwards, whenever she would curl up small on his lap like a young child would their father, I knew he had made the right decision in becoming her daddy. He knew it was what she needed and took on the role, which comes with a hell of a lot of responsibility, which he will be amazing at.

I waited for the jealousy to kick in whenever she curled up with him or clung to that doll like she was clinging to her sanity. But there was none. As I told her, if she wanted me to be her daddy, I would be, but I don’t know if I’m daddy material, not like Travis. Yesterday, she needed him more than us, and it made sense. There will be times when she needs one of us more than the others, and we all have to accept that. Otherwise, this will never work, and I want this relationship to work for all of us. Verity deserves to be surrounded by love, and we plan to ensure she is.

I see the house approaching and slow down to a light jog to cool down a little. I have no idea how Verity is going to be today. I hope she managed to get some sleep, as she refused for anyone to stay with her last night. I thought I heard movement in the night, and it wouldn’t surprise me if she went to Travis for comfort or even Ethan, as he has a way of making her giggle no matter how low her mood is.

We all have much talking to do, and I hope we can get things into place now. The biggest question will be where we will live in the long run. I don’t know if Verity will stay in the house or if she would be up to moving to one of ours. We don’t live together, but we aren’t far apart either. But then, where would Verity live? We need to speak to someone with this kind of relationship and see how they do it. Maybe Verity can talk to the O’Reilly girl as they are close. Perhaps she has already told her a few of their routines.

Everything is different from what I thought a relationship with Verity would be like. I always imagined it just being me and her. Why wouldn’t I? That’s a normal relationship, after all. But seeing how she is with my brothers, I know that would have never worked out. She needs more than one of us; she needs us all.

I come to the back door and start to stretch, already planning to shower quickly before seeing how Verity is doing today.

A loud scream comes from within the house, and I rush inside, expecting to find Verity crying again or having another breakdown. I don’t expect to see Ethan straddling her on the floor as she laughs so hard she can’t get anything out except the odd scream.

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