Page 53 of Her Protector Daddies

It was slow at first, enough to make my aching muscles complain lightly, and the urge rose to roll over and snuggle further into the pillows. The pressure against my hips stopped me.

Did I get tangled in the sheets during the night?

It wouldn’t be the first time. I’d grown to be a bit of a restless sleeper with everything that’s happened. Opening my eyes, a lazy, warm pulse of pleasure wormed its way through my gut, followed by the very insistent lap of a tongue against my aching pussy.

“Hmm?” Pushing myself up onto my elbows, Tyler rested between my legs, and when he felt my movement, he lifted his head from my thighs and smiled.

“Good morning.”

My pussy, aching from yesterday’s incredible attention, pulsed at the loss of Tyler’s attentive tongue, so I only moaned in response and slumped back down onto my pillows.

Whatever I did to deserve such treatment, I’m so fucking thankful.

My legs parted wider, and Tyler resumed his gentle kisses and licks. Slow through my folds, gentle over my clit, and soft against my hole; Tyler was extremely attentive, and even his hands flexed and massaged across my thighs as he ate me out.

Good morning indeed.

The orgasm he pulled from me made me arch softly from the bed, and aching muscles complained as they clenched and rippled around his amazing tongue. He held me through every rush of sensation that moved through me, and when I sank back down onto the bed, panting, he crawled over me and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Good?” he asked in a soft, low voice.

“So good,” I murmured back, draping one hand lazily around his neck. “I’ve never been this sore and enjoyed it.”

“What can I say? We’re multi-talented guys.” His lips pressed to mine, soft and sweet. “Breakfast will be downstairs.”

“Mmm okay. I have to shower.”

Another kiss and Tyler slid from the bed, leaving a cold shadow in his wake. He winked at me from the doorway and then vanished, leaving me to settle my racing pulse and the tingling twitches that darted through my body from such an intense orgasm this early.

Holy shit.

I’m spoiled.

It took me too long to roll out of bed and into the shower, but the hot spray was welcome against my aching muscles. Pain kneaded through muscles I didn’t even know you could use for sex, although I had to give it to all three of those guys for utterly blowing my mind. Washing myself over, each roll of soap suds became one of their hands from last night, and each pinch of pain across my skin was a mark left by teeth and nails during the height of pleasure.

I’d never had three guys at once before, not on the same night.

My back ached, my hips ached, and even when I lifted my arms to wash my hair, my chest muscles pulled in the most delicious way.

Definitely my favorite kind of way to make out.

Washed, dried, and freshly dressed, I headed downstairs to the kitchen expecting to hear the usual hum of activity for this time in the morning. Instead, when I stepped through the door everyone was silent.

Tyler was by the stove, frying up some mouthwatering bacon in the pan with one hand while the other hand poured coffee into a mug. Jay was by the table, a folder in one hand. He looked up when I entered and flashed me a smile, then pushed some hair away from his face, but it immediately swept back down across his forehead. Bailey sat at the table, a gun in hand, and the air filled with familiar metal clicks as he checked the weapon over. It wasn’t the only gun on the table either and my mind immediately jumped to Dae.

“Morning.” I flashed a warm smile, fighting to ignore how my pussy throbbed at the sight of them all. “Where’s Dae?”

“Daycare,” Jay replied. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oh yeah. I was out like a light. Thank you.” Was it weird to thank them? I’m not sure but it was out there now. Ignoring the uncomfortable pull down my spine, I dropped into the chair opposite Bailey and eyed the weapons. “What’s all this?”

“Have you heard from your father?” Bailey asked, snapping the chamber back on the gun in his hand.

Of course. How could I forget? Today was the day I was supposed to meet my father.

“No.” I shook my head and reached for my phone tucked in my back jeans pocket. “Not since he agreed on a time and place. I sent him a few texts since then.” They flashed up on the screen, and then I angled it to show Bailey. “But he never replied.”

“Is that normal?” Jay asked.

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