Page 18 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

When the three of us were fucking, something flipped in me—a switch, or a mindset, I don’t know. When she called me Daddy, I felt like I’d truly become who I was meant to be all along.

Not just any daddy. Penny’s daddy.

Everything I do now, from this moment until the day I die, is going to be for her. Penny’s safety and happiness are paramount in my mind.

“Hey,” Cameron whispers.

I shoot him a glare, annoyed that he’s interrupting my realization. I also don’t want him to wake up Penny before she’s ready.

“Roark, I love this girl,” he says.

My expression must be murderous, because he holds up both of his hands.

“Dude, relax.” He keeps his hands up, but his gaze moves lovingly over Penny’s sleeping face. In his eyes, I see the same love I have for her.

“I’m not giving her up,” I say.

“I’m not asking you to. If she’ll have us both in a relationship in the same way she had us both with sex…maybe we could share?—”

Before I can agree or disagree, Penny squirms and her eyes flutter open. “Are you guys talking about me?”

Sending Cameron a dark look, I say, “Not really, sweetheart. Just trying to get more comfortable.”

Cameron takes the hint. “I’ll give you two some space.”

“Don’t go far, Daddy,” Penny whispers as she closes her eyes.

Glaring at me, he says, “I won’t, baby.”

Could we share her, like Cameron was starting to suggest? No lie, I fucking love dominating a woman with another dominant partner. Nothing hotter. But I’ve only shared a woman’s body, never her heart.

And with Cameron? While my respect for him has grown over the past twenty-four hours, he wouldn’t be my first choice.

Eventually, my brain’s unanswered questions quiet to nothing, and I sleep.

I wake up when morning light streams through the windows. Penny is still naked and sleeping in my arms with a peaceful expression. Cameron sits against the door with a frown on his face.

“Morning,” I say.

“Yeah,” he says. “Morning.”

This is an odd look for Cameron. He’s usually up and eager, in motion. Is he sick or something?

Then I realize—he’s staring at Penny and me.

He’s jealous.

I would be, too, if the situation were reversed. I never want to let go of this girl. I want her in my bed, cot, futon, hammock—wherever I sleep—forever.

He offered sharing a relationship with her, if she’s willing.

Could I do that?

As I watch her long lashes flutter over her cheeks and mentally trace the pout of her lips, I think I could. I think I’d do anything to keep her, even if that means sharing.

She stirs, stretches. Her plump bottom rubs against my morning wood through my pants. I want to take her again, Cameron dominating her alongside me, but it would be so much better in a nice, clean bedroom where I don’t have to worry about her getting splinters in her knees.

“Good morning,” she says to me, then turns to face Cameron. “Hey, what are you doing all the way over there?”

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