Page 53 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

I press my lips together, unwilling to answer.

He chuckles and thrusts harder into me. “You do. So let’s play a game. Imagine he’s here. He’s standing in the open doorway, staring. He’s right behind you, sees how hot your lithe little body is as you rock up and down on me.”

I can picture it. I wish it were true. I need them both.

“He walks in,” Caleb says, his green eyes full of mischief as he lets go of my waist to run a finger along the slippery wet place where we join. “Shoves down his pants, takes out his cock. Gets on the bed behind you.”

The imagery is too fucking hot. I’m going to come, any second.

“And he fucks you here, doll. Right in this tight little hole.” He swipes his finger over my asshole, spreading the moisture he’d gathered from my pussy…and then he pushes his finger inside. It burns, but it feels good at the same time.

I can’t hold back any longer. I come on a wail.

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Lincoln

I decided not to stay in Vegas and drove home instead. No matter how loudly I play my music for distraction, my mind swirls around Evelyn. The sweet little smile she wears when one of her silly pop songs comes on the radio. The cranky frown she wears before she’s had her coffee in the morning. The “old man” quips she makes to tease both me and Caleb.

The way she flushes pink when we tease her back.

And yet she doesn’t want to fuck around with us anymore?

Oh, I can tell she wants to. She just isn’t letting herself. And I don’t want to allow it, either, not if we can’t talk to Mark about it. Like I told her, we’re in this or we aren’t. There can’t be an in-between. I refuse to betray my brother.

And yet my dick is hard every time I think about my step-niece.

Something has to give. She’s so thirsty for her father’s approval, her mother’s approval, everyone’s approval. When will she become brave enough to take what she wants?

When I arrive at Mark’s place sometime around two in the morning, the house is quiet. Caleb’s car was out front so I know he’s home. Evelyn is surely here, as well.

Something niggles at my subconscious. An awareness.

On silent feet, I walk upstairs. Sounds of movement come from the guest room.

Caleb’s speaking, his voice low and raspy. “…shoves down his pants, takes out his cock. Gets on the bed behind you. And he fucks you here, doll. Right in this tight little hole.”

A woman cries out. I step into the doorway, not caring that I’m interrupting. I know it’s Evelyn from her voice, but I still have to see.

She’s riding him, her blond hair rippling as she moves, her hips rocking as she takes her pleasure. He’s holding her neck with one hand, and his other hand is at her ass, one finger penetrating her.

He sees me standing in the doorway. Grins. “You’re home early.”

Evelyn squeaks and starts to move to the side.

Caleb keeps hold of her. He doesn’t even take his finger out of her ass. “I didn’t say you could move, little girl.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” she says.

And I couldn’t move from this spot even if I wanted to.

Yet she refuses to talk to her father about what we’ve done. Not that she should give him details—definitely not. But a secret like this is just too big. It can’t be kept.

I don’t know why I care, anyway. Women don’t like my kind of loving long-term, and it’s better not to get attached.

So we’re just going to do this temporarily? Is that what she wants?

Fuck. I’m so fucking angry and aroused. My dick feels like it’s made of iron. And my thoughts are jumbled.

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