Page 73 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

He can call me a sap all he wants, but I know it in my heart: Evelyn Riorson is the girl for us. She’s the one.

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Lincoln

Caleb and I pull out of Evelyn, one at a time. I’m grateful Mark’s couch is made of fabric that will easily clean. Come is leaking out of Evelyn and there’s so much, it’ll probably go through the towel. This image is one of the hottest I’ve ever witnessed—not just because she’s a naked woman covered in come, but because it’s our come. It’s like we’ve claimed her, and I fucking love that idea.

Caleb grabs the wet wipes so we can do the initial clean-up. Evelyn is boneless but smiling, trying to help but moving too slowly to be of much use.

“This isn’t your job,” I say, kissing her cheek as I give her pussy another pass with a wipe. “This is your daddies’ job. We take care of you, baby girl.”

Once we’re reasonably clean, we take her to the shower and do a better job, standing on either side of her to keep her upright, and loving her body with soap and water, with our hands and our lips. We dry her off afterward and dress her in one of Caleb’s t-shirts. By unspoken agreement, we brought her to his room instead of mine…because my room is also her dad’s.

Shit.

No. I can’t think of that right now. I refuse to.

As we cuddle with Evelyn, stroking her skin and giving her the best goddamn aftercare a sub has ever known, I remember that I owe her an apology—a better one than I already gave.

“Hey, Trouble, I need to say something,” I tell her.

She looks up at me with pleasure-drunk eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry about the other night.”

“We already talked about it,” she says.

I squeeze her tighter. “Not really. Not enough. I was horrible to you that night, and you’re forgiving me too easily.”

“Nah. This is…what we’re doing, it’s a lot. There’s some baggage, right? I forgive you, and I think you’re going to do better from now on, aren’t you?”

“I am.” I look from her to Caleb, who nods at me, then back again. “I promise.”

“I believe you. And I know you want to talk to my dad about us being involved…but maybe it can wait a few days? I’d rather spend the rest of the week with you two, enjoying everything, before shit gets heavy.”

Caleb says, “Almost. We have a work trip—the Berrington job.”

“You want to fly out and talk to them?” I ask him.

He nods. “We really should.”

It isn’t great timing, but Mark’s going to be in Japan for quite a while longer. “Okay, Evelyn. We’re going to go to Texas tomorrow. Three days we’ll be gone. Four, tops. But when we come back, we’ll figure things out, okay?”

“Okay.” She snuggles in closer. “You don’t call me Evie like Caleb does.”

“I can, if you want. I thought you didn’t like it.”

“I do,” she says. “But only from my daddies.”

“Evie,” I whisper, kissing the side of her head. “My darling little Evie.”

I don’t deserve her. But now that I have her, I don’t know how I’ll ever let her go. Even if nothing is ever meant to last, there’s a part of me deep inside that wants this to last. Not just this moment with Evie on the bed that isn’t quite big enough, but all the moments with her, all the time with her.

Which means, sooner rather than later, we’ll have to talk to Mark.

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DADDY, YOU'RE KINKY

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