Page 27 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

Even better, we have the day off from Ironwood, where they still have their bodyguard jobs, and I’m a dispatcher, helping to guide everyone through it. Part of my duties when I’m not busy with calls is vetting potential clients so that what happened to me with Clive Oberon won’t happen again.

As I move, the delicate necklace I wear all the time shifts. It’s my collar, and my guys got it for me after we’d been together for a couple of weeks. The apartment, the collar, all of it went fast. Early on, we knew we wanted a commitment.

“We’re your daddies,” Roark had said as Cameron gave me the jewelry box. “We want you to have this collar to signal we belong together.”

Inside had been a beautiful silver chain with an infinity symbol holding the links together…an infinity symbol formed of two handcuffs intertwining. One handcuff has Cameron’s name engraved, and the other has Roark’s.

The collar feels heavier right now, as if it’s snagged on something. I reach for the pendant, not wanting it to scratch Cameron’s chest if he’s lying on it. But the handcuffs aren’t snagged on anything. There’s something attached to them, though, adding weight.

My eyes pop open and I find Cameron wide awake, his gaze soft.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Morning, Daddy,” I croak.

Roark’s arms tighten around me from behind. “Hey, sweetheart.”

I almost forget about the collar mystery when Roark’s cock presses firmly against my leg, but I’m still grasping the pendant. It’s too dark to make out why it feels different, so I bring it to my face to see it better.

“What is this?” I ask Cameron. “Something happened to my handcuffs.”

“Well, let’s see.” He reaches behind him to turn on a lamp.

I’m holding my infinity handcuff pendant…and a diamond ring.

“What—”

“Penny.” Roark’s voice rumbles from behind me. “We have a question for you.”

My heart starts pounding extra fast. The guys roll me onto my back and each lean up on an elbow so I can see both of them at the same time.

Tears fill my eyes—happy tears.

“Penny,” Roark says, “over the past year, you have become my little girl in every way. I live for your happiness, and you bring so much joy to my life, I can’t imagine a future without you in it. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I say, my throat tight with emotion.

Cameron speaks next. “I knew from the moment I met you that we’re meant to be together, Penny. That will never change. Can we be together forever? Will you marry me, too?”

“Yes,” I say again. “Yes to both of you. I want to marry you and be your little girl forever.”

The guys’ smiles are huge, and they pepper my face with gruff, whiskery kisses. They smell like toothpaste—they must have woken up before me and then returned to bed.

Cameron unfastens my collar and removes the ring so I can put it on while Roark starts tugging at my panties.

“You’re wearing our ring and our collar,” Roark says. “Now we want you to wear our come.”

“Daddy, that’s so dirty,” I say, but I love it. I love them.

The engagement ring is a perfect fit. I’m distracted by admiring it, so I don’t see our real handcuffs until Cameron is fastening them to my wrists.

They aren’t real-real—they’re meant for the bedroom, with a safe way to get out of them if necessary. My daddies think of everything for my safety.

The click of the cuffs latching is loud in our quiet room. Anticipation fills me. I cannot wait for whatever comes next.

“Your undies are damp,” Roark observes.

“Yours would be, too, if you woke up surrounded by two dominant daddies,” I say, letting a little brattiness creep into my tone because I know he’s looking for an excuse to punish me.

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