Page 50 of Her Protector Daddies

Dinner was called within ten minutes, and after hastily making myself presentable, I headed downstairs to dinner.

The spread Jay had whipped up for us was mouthwatering, and to my surprise, I was starving.

Bailey’s ‘entertainment’ had not only calmed the constant surge of nerves racing through me, but I’d worked up such an appetite that I had already eaten two dumplings before Jay had sat down.

“Sorry,” I mumbled around my mouthful.

Jay simply laughed. “Don’t be. Please, eat.”

Between the marinated chicken, grilled pork belly and kimchi, I was completely satisfied and my sudden ravenous hunger was quickly sated. Bailey kept smirking at me each time I reached for more.

“This is all amazing,” I said between mouthfuls. “I can’t believe I used to survive on a pot noodle and bad gas station sushi.”

“Oh, gross,” Jay laughed. “Never again, you hear me? I don’t care what happens but my mother would rise from the grave if you went back to gas station sushi after this.”

“Never again,” I promised. “Although, are you sure this isn’t just to soften me up about being the Captain’s pawn?” I glanced between the two of them. “I mean, I already agreed. Not that I’m against further sweet persuasion but you don’t need to be so nice to me.”

“Not every kindness has an agenda,” Bailey said quietly, watching me over the top of his beer glass. “People who care about you do nice things because they want to see you happy. Not always because they want something from you.”

I paused sipping my wine and an unexpected pulse of emotion rose so rapidly in my chest that tears stung behind my eyes.

Damn.

It was obvious, maybe, to everyone else. But for me? I couldn’t recall the last time someone was so nice to me without expecting something in return.

“I hate you guys,” I mumbled, burying my attention in more dumplings.

“Mhmm,” Bailey smirked.

Dinner ended with some peach frozen yoghurt to cleanse the palate and calm the spices. When I moved to start cleaning up those, Bailey snapped his fingers sharply at me and pointed at the chair.

“Sit!”

“But I was just going to?—.”

“No. Sit your ass down. Relax. Enjoy being pampered. I’ve got this.” With a wink at Jay, Bailey began tidying up and within ten minutes, the table was empty bar my glass of wine and Jay’s empty beer bottle.

“Does this kind of attention make you uncomfortable?” Jay asked, rising from his chair and crossing around the table to me.

“A little. I feel like I should be giving something in return, y’know?”

“I do. But that’s because it’s what you’re used to. This?” He glanced at the table. “This was all about you. Treating you because we want to and because we can.”

Jay offered out his hand and I took it, standing slowly when prompted. Leaning in close, he kissed me softly and the sweet lingering taste of the peach danced between our tongues.

“Now, bend over that table like a good girl and I’ll give you your real dessert.”

19

SELENA

Clutching at the table edge with one hand, my other pressed flat against the wood with my nails cutting half-crescents into the polished surface.

Jay was between my legs, both hands on my ass and his tongue licking eagerly through my folds. On each stroke upward, his tongue pressed against my entrance and dipped inside, then he’d continue up to lick over my asshole then back down.

My legs trembled with each stroke, already so sensitive from Bailey’s amazing orgasm earlier. Jay’s own tongue worked completely differently, though. He paid much more pointed attention to my clit with flicks of his tongue and light grazes of his teeth, then fucked into me with his tongue in strong, pointed stabs.

Pleasure coursed through me like a river, cycling continuously and leaving me barely able to catch my breath.

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