Page 45 of Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

But when he entered her bedroom, he found Jack in there.

“What are you doing?” he asked as the other man pulled something out of a drawer.

“She has a vibrator.” Jack held up a pink vibrator with rabbit ears.

“So? Lots of people have sex toys.” Although the thought of using that vibrator on her was both intriguing and hot.

“Yes. But weirdly, she only has one. And it’s not very big.”

“Maybe she has more at home.” Wait. How did they get into a conversation about sex toys? “Put that back. What are you doing in here?”

Jack shrugged. “I got bored.”

Reaching over, Ian plucked the vibrator out of Jack’s hand and put it back in the drawer. “You can’t just walk into her room and start looking through her stuff.”

With a glance over his shoulder at the bathroom door, he led Jack out into the hallway.

Jack just smiled. “What’s wrong? You’re agitated.”

“I’m always agitated.”

“Not lately. You’ve been surprisingly calm and boring. But since Maggie came here you’ve been different. Less boring.”

“Do not get any ideas,” he ordered. “She’s the job. Nothing more. She is not for us.”

Jack raised his eyebrows, grinning like a maniac.

Sometimes, Ian wondered if he shouldn’t just give up. Let Jameson live whatever life he wanted away from them. Let Jack do whatever the fuck he wanted.

While Ian lay on a beach somewhere. If he needed money, he could get a job tending bar or something. That would be an easy life. No worries. Just the beach, surf, and play.

“Dreaming about a life on the beach again?” Jack asked. “You do remember that you hate sand and water, right?”

“I don’t hate it. I just don’t have a burning urge to spend time sitting on a beach doing nothing.” Ian sighed. “She’s not the one for us.”

“I didn’t say she was. But she sure is . . . interesting, don’t you agree?”

Yeah. That was something he could agree with.

But it didn’t mean anything.

It couldn’t.

11

Maggie limped back into the bedroom, half-expecting to find Ian standing there waiting for her.

And she wasn’t sure if that was relief she felt or disappointment. She moved over to lock the door. Then she leaned against it.

Her foot was throbbing and she knew she should keep her weight off it, but hopping would only aggravate her hip, giving her more issues in the long run than a tiny cut on her foot.

What the heck had happened tonight?

Her head throbbed as she made her way over to the bed and sat. She drew the sleeve of her sweatshirt back to study her right wrist.

Monkeyballs.

She’d nearly pulled her sleeve back earlier when she’d gone to show off her muscles.

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