Page 13 of My Five Daddies

“You can, if you want,” he says softly. He tips my chin up toward him and my lips part, almost on their own. “I’m glad you’re here, Tori. We’ve been really excited aboutyou.”

I want to ask him more, but he kisses me then. It catches me off guard, and for a second I think I should pull away, but I can’t. I realize I’m stuck to him, like my body won’t cooperate with my mind. I should stop, should get myself together, but his lips are pressed against mine and I’m kissing him, deep in it, unable to do anything but close my eyes andenjoy.

As soon as it starts though, it stops and Will pulls away. He smirks at me and walks away, rejoining the group as if nothing justhappened.

I stand there feeling wrecked, like I was just pulled apart and put back together. I have to leave the room and lean against the wall out in the hall, breathing deeply, pulling myselftogether.

“You good?” I look up and Roger is standing nearby, watching mecuriously.

“I’mgood.”

He gives me his toothy white grin. “Hard job sometimes. But don’t forget that it’s a job.” He ambles off, hands shoved in his pockets, huge frame filling thehall.

I watch him go and shake my head. People keep telling me that, it’s just a job, don’t get attached. And I’m not getting attached, or at least I don’t want tobe.

But now I’ve kissed two of them. Will has to know that Hunter kissed me last night, but what he said keeps ringing in myears.

They’re competitive in everything. Includingwomen.

Does that mean I’m just a game tothem?

I take a sharp breath and stare at the ground. I don’t know if I mind. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing. Because frankly, it’s a fun game, one I want to keepplaying.

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Hunter

Iwatchhim carefully as he unwraps his sandwich and takes a bite. He catches me looking at him and pauses, mid-chew. “What?”

I sigh a little bit. Will goes back to chewing and I lean back, bouncing back in the chair. “I saw you kiss her last night,” I sayfinally.

He swallows and shrugs. “Yeah.So?”

I hesitate. “How wasit?”

He laughs a little. “I think you’dknow.”

“Yeah, guessso.”

We watch each other for a second, a tense moment hanging between us. This isn’t the first time we’ve kissed the same girl, though it’s been a while, probably sincecollege.

I crack a grin and he starts laughing, probably more from relief. “Relax,” I say. “I’m notmad.”

“Why would you be? Not like she’s yourwife.”

“No,” I agree. “She isn’t. But I did kiss herfirst.”

He rolls his eyes. “Staked your claim, huh? Planted yourflag?”

“She’s not amountain.”

“Tell your facethat.”

I groan. “Let’s not bechildish.”

“We’re not.” He looks at me seriously for a second. “I’ll back off, if youwant.”

“No,” I say, surprising myself. “That’sokay.”

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