Page 54 of Morally Gray Daddies

I didn’t care.

The sweet comfort of sleep was near, and I would take full advantage of it.

“All right, ladies,” Pasco said in the distance. “Erik has the right idea. Time for you to come sleep with your men.”

I hated how he spoke as if we were merely pieces of property. Part of me wanted to say as much, but that part was so very small and so exhausted. Let the men say and think what they wanted. The fight had literally just been spanked right out of me.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Erik’s voice was soft and deep, and he lowered me to the pile of blankets before lying down beside me. He pulled my body against him, my back firmly against his chest, and whispered, “Sleep tight.” His gentle kiss to the back of my head sent a shiver down my spine.

I wasn’t sure if the shiver was of enjoyment or fear; I was far too tired to figure it out. I had no way to tell if he said anything else, because sleep took hold of me the moment the words sleep tight left his lips.

I wasn’t sure what exactly woke me or how long I was asleep. Erik’s arms were still around me, and he was spooning my smaller frame against his much larger one. The weight of his arm and his steady breathing told me he was fast asleep. Looking around, I could see it was still night, and based on the stillness, I figured it was in the thick of it. Would I be able to slide myself away easily without waking him? And if I did, would I be able to run away before I woke anyone else?

And go where?

Run out into the woods with no direction? Other than the smoldering fire that crackled at our feet it was pitch black. Though I was warm, snuggled under the layer of blankets in Erik’s arms, the cold air on my face told me the night temperatures were close to freezing. Even if I wanted to flee, it would be impossible. I wasn’t so impulsive as to be a fool.

The sound of grunting and moaning came from another bed to the side of me. It must have been the noise that had woken me from my slumber. Looking across the dark space, I could see Pasco on top of Rue, clearly having his way with her.

Motherfucker!

Without thinking, I sat up, prepared to rip Pasco to shreds for taking advantage of poor Rue like that, when Erik took hold of me and pressed me firmly back down.

“Stop,” he hissed as the weight of his hand prevented me from sitting up again, though I still tried with all my might.

“But Rue—” I had to defend her! Rue was helpless against Pasco’s assault.

He covered my mouth and whispered, “Rue is fine. Better than fine from the sound of it.”

I stopped struggling and listened. Rue was moaning, but these were not moans of pain. She was also gasping, yet they did not seem like gasps caused from a fight. Turning my head again, the glow of the fire allowed me to see Rue’s eyes were closed, her head was back and a look of… pleasure was on her face.

Was Rue enjoying having Pasco fuck her? How could she?

In disbelief, I continued watching as Pasco thrust his lower half down upon her, yet she seemed to moan in delight each time he did so.

“Give them some privacy,” Erik said in a low voice, turning my head to face him rather than stare at Pasco and Rue’s intimacy. “It’s none of our business.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, more to myself than to Erik.

“There is nothing for you to understand. They aren’t your concern.”

Perhaps Erik was correct. Rue and Dabney certainly hadn’t spoken up when Pasco attacked me, and they hadn’t even made a peep when Erik punished me. So why was I so concerned for their well-being? And from the looks of it, Rue apparently desired Pasco’s touch as much as he was willing to give it.

I looked over their way again.

“Maya,” Erik warned. “Turn your head.” This time, he didn’t force my head his way.

I ignored Erik and watched with fascination. Rue’s mouth was open, and she arched her back, raising her hips to meet the man’s quick thrusts. Pasco’s grunts grew in intensity as he reached for a chunk of her hair and pulled her up, kissing her forcibly. But instead of being frightened by his aggressive touch, Rue only seemed to be more aroused by it. Her moans matched his, and it was clear that neither cared who saw or heard their lovemaking.

“Maya…”

I ignored Erik’s warning and continued to spy as Pasco and Rue grew louder, and their movements more frenzied. My belly tightened, and I felt a small pulsating sensation between my legs. I had never seen a show of intimacy before, and the sinful act caused an odd yearning inside of me. Casual sex in the eyes of my religious father was a sin, the worst thing possible for a woman to do. He’d kill me before allowing a man to touch me in this way.

At least until he’d decided to sell me to someone to do whatever he chose with me.

“You’re not listening again,” Erik said so close to my ear his hot breath tickled my skin.

Yes, I suppose I wasn’t. A good, God-fearing woman would never watch such a scandalous act, but I couldn’t resist. I also couldn’t resist that my breathing was speeding up. Erik would surely know I was getting turned on seeing the two of them do such an “unmentionable”—a word my mother would use—deed.

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