Page 123 of The More the Merrier

He landed a multitude of taps across the expanse of my ass, then pinched each of my upper thighs in turn. “Spit it out, darling.”

“I don’t want to sit around all by myself at my house overthinking, Sir.”

“Grant said you can stay here as long as you like, and since he is staying off his feet, you can do the same. If the two of you would rather go to my house, you have an open invitation.”

“My car is at the bar,” I snapped. “I need to go home instead of being lazy and doing nothing.”

“Relaxing isn’t being lazy, darling.”

“You destroyed my panties! Maybe I’m cold.” Grant’s house was warm and he had lit a fire in the fireplace a little while ago. It was a ploy to get Dalton to feel sympathy for the loss of my sexy undergarment.

“If you want the privilege of wearing panties in the foreseeable future, prancer, you had better change your tone,” Dalton warned. “I also understand that after burning yourself out, relaxation might feel boring. It’s a mini vacation for your brain.”

“Yes, Sir,” I begrudgingly agreed. “Please bring me to the bar when you leave?”

“I can, but leaving you to your own devices after everything we talked about last night doesn’t sit well with me. I’d feel better if you stayed here with Grant.”

“I hear you. I’m not trying to be such a hassle.”

“You’re not,” Grant spoke up. “I haven’t lost a limb, sweet girl. We’ll retrieve your car tomorrow morning.”

“There’s just a lot on my mind and I want to process it alone.”

“You have full use of the guestroom, darling. You don’t have to spend every minute with me. Does that sound better?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“If that changes, let me know. Don’t forget to write me your Christmas list.”

“All I want is you and Dalton.”

“You already have us, darling,” Grant drawled. “But I’d love to know what else you’d like.”

“Will do.” Stretching my calves out caused me to shift on Dalton’s lap and he released his hold on me. My leg brushed against his cock and a naughty thought flittered through my head. I rubbed my palm over his muscled thigh before kneading my fingers into it, desperately wanting more sexy times with him and Grant.

Dalton cupped my mound. “Quit teasing me, prancer.”

“Or what?”

“Naughty little thing.” He flipped me around so I was on my back before pulling me into a sitting position. “What do you want right now, Kendall? You had better give me a well thought out answer.”

“I don’t actually know, Daddy,” I admitted. “I like seeing how long it takes to get a response from you. But I am not trying to upset or disrespect you.”

“You’re finding boundaries, sweet girl. That’s normal,” Grant mused. “Our dynamic is different and it will take some time getting used to.”

Dalton brushed his thumb across my lips. “Is Grant right?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded as I stared into his handsome face. “I want to follow the rules, but it’s so fun to battle.”

He let out a breath, his eyes locked on mine. “You are more than welcome to battle, but keep in mind, I always win.”

Something close to a grin tugged at my lips and a smile broke across my mouth. “But that’s the best part. I don’t want to win, Daddy.”

“At least we agree on something,” he said, chuckling. “Is your bottom sore enough, or do you need another round before I go to work?”

“Pfft.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not stupid enough to answer your question.”

Grant poked my side. “Huh? Look at that, Sir. Our girl answered anyway.”

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