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Dammit. Shit. Fuck.

Why do they have to be so fucking perfect?

Monte nudges me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder. "But I'm hoping you'll say it'snota trip to the salon." And when I don't immediately respond, he tickles me, his firm hands digging into my sides, drawing hysterical laughter from me.

Once I'm breathless and huffing while trying to fight both of them off, I finally give in. "Uncle! Uncle!" I cry out.

Monte hovers over me, his expression serious. "Don't you mean, Daddy! Daddy!?" he mocks me.

"What I mean," I gasp out after catching my breath, "Is that we won't be going to a salon!"

"Oh?" he asks me, lifting an eyebrow in question. "And what have you got planned for us, babygirl?"

The nickname warms me from the inside out, and I kind of wish that one of them would slip open my robe and take things further.

"There's a great little gallery, just down the mountain. The owner does her own glass sculptures, but she loves showing small indie artists. I'd love to go check it out?"

It's difficult sharing this part of myself with them, but Idoreally want to go see it, and I'm not sure if Suzie willbe recovered enough for it before we have to leave here, and she goes home with her parents.

"That sounds like fun!" Lorcan crows and snuggles up next to me, his hand finally dipping into the robe. "We can go tomorrow after breakfast so you can have the whole day there if you want to." His mouth comes closer to my jaw and nibbles gently on the soft, sensitive skin there.

"Sounds good," I respond, my voice catching when Monte wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks it into his warm, wet mouth. The pressure he uses isjustenough to cause a sting of pain that sends another jolt of pleasure to my core.

"But first," Monte muses, before he moves over to the other breast. "I think we need to have our fill of you, then take you down to dinner."

"You know what, husband-of-mine?" Lorcan says, laughter lacing his tone. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." His hand trails down my stomach to my needy, aching pussy. "What do you think, naughty girl?"

His finger slips between my wet folds and slowly fills me. I need to answer. He's waiting for my response and all I can do is throw my head back and moan as his thumb grazes my clit.

"Oh, I think that's a yes," he whispers into my ear before biting down on my lobe and spearing me, filling me with two fingers at once. "Are you going to come for me like this, you naughty, hungry girl? Will you come all over your Daddy's fingers?"

And with his hand working its magic on me, and Monte's mouth devouring my breasts, I explode into a million pieces, comfortable knowing that, at least for now, they will pick me up and put me back together again.

Chapter Twenty

Annie

The next three days areeverything.In between moments spent with Lorcan and Monte, I have my time with Suzie, but even then, all I can think about are her dads and how much fun I’m having with them.

On our second day together, Lorcan and Monte take me toGlassand we really end up spending almost all morning in the small space. The owner and resident artist is very excited to meet a fellow glassblower and takes up even more of my time when she offers to take me to her workshop and show me a few of her own personal techniques. Apparently, she's been toying with taking on an apprentice and my heart does a little hippity hop at the thought of contacting her later. Even more so when she slips me a business card with instructions to send her my portfolio.

The three of us spend more time out on the slopes, letting the chilly mountain air invigorate us, and get ourblood pumping, only so we can fall into bed after and spend hours exploring each other.

But it's not all sex and action. In the early morning hours, in between bouts of lust and passion, I tell them about Jackson and how my relationship with him started. Lorcan has this way of drawing even the hardest truths out of me, and it takes a lot of self-control not to let on that there is an expiration date on this thing we have going between us.

Because from everything they do tell me, it's clear that they'reinthis.

Lorcan and Monte both talk about the future, about possibly moving me into their bedroom at home and turning one of the guest rooms into a playroom.

They're both eager to get to know all of me better. And apparently get started on the next step. But I’m not quite there yet.

What that really means is that I can't bear sharing my heart with them, only to have what promises to be perfection ripped away from me. I thought my heart was broken after Jackson, but from the way I feel with these two men after just a few days, it's clear that whatever feelings I might have had for my ex were puppy-love at best, but probably more like hero worship because my long-time idol had shown me extra attention.

These scary, bubbling, budding feelings fill me in every moment I spend with my new Daddies. Every sweet gesture, every kind word, every moment shared with them brings me closer and closer to the precipice of falling head over heels in love with them.

And it's absolutely ludicrous because I've barely known them for a month. I've only spent a handful of days with them.

It's almost like fate. Kismet brought us together, or probably more likely, karma. Because that's the only thing that makes sense.

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