Page 107 of Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“What Jack isn’t saying is that he’s smart as hell. The boarding school had a number of scholarships and Jack was able to win one. Of course, by the time he got into school, I’d been there a year. And I was pretty much hated by everyone. But most especially by the king of the school. Jameson.”

“Jameson hated you?” She gaped at Ian.

“Might have had something to do with the jello you put in his shoes? Or the frog in his bed?” Jack suggested.

“I was so juvenile back then.” Ian shook his head.

“That’s why you needed me. To teach that little shit a lesson. My pranks were far more fun.” Jack smiled.

“So you all hated each other?”

“It was basically Jack and I against the rest of the school. My younger brothers were at a different school,” Ian explained. “But, yeah. We hated each other until the holiday break, when we all ended up at school. That’s when we met Jameson’s family.”

Jack scowled. “Pieces of fucking work.”

“We shouldn’t say anymore. Not without Jameson here,” Ian said quickly. “But after that break, we became friends.”

“Wow,” she said.

“After school, we joined the military and he went into medicine. But we tried to see each other whenever we could,” Ian said. “And that’s it. Our story.”

Except for how they all ended up here.

The door opened after a knock and she looked over as an orderly brought in a bed on wheels. She rubbed at her forehead. She didn’t know how much sleep she was going to get.

But she guessed she had to try.

Ian gotinto his truck and sat there for a moment, looking up at the hospital. When Jameson had returned to the room, they’d left. But it felt wrong to leave her behind.

It felt wrong not having her with him all the time.

“Are you worried about leaving her? Jameson will take care of her. We can trust him.”

Ian shot his gaze to Jack, his eyebrows rising. “I know that. I trust Jameson. It’s just . . . he doesn’t trust his own judgment anymore. He thinks he might get hurt again, so he’s protecting himself.”

“Idiot,” Jack replied.

“She told me that she’s a Little,” Ian blurted out.

Jack just nodded.

“You knew?” Ian asked.

“I guessed.”

“I kissed her,” Ian said.

Okay. He hadn’t actually meant to blurt that out.

Jack pierced him with his gaze. Ian braced himself, wondering what the other man would say.

“So you’re finally admitting that you want her?” Jack asked.

Ian let out a deep breath. “You’re not angry?”

“Why would I be?”

“I just wouldn’t want anything to come between us.”

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