Page 13 of Revenge On Her Dad's Best Friends

But then at Hank’s funeral, she’d clung to them, her scent etched into their memory to this day. She’d held their hands, refusing to be away from them. She’d smiled at them with sadness in her eyes, and they seemed to take strength from her.

How messed up was that?

She pressed her body against theirs when she hugged them so tight they couldn’t fucking breathe with the want to carry her away and keep her for themselves.

They put it down to the stress of losing Hank. They weren’t known for displaying their emotions, unlike Hank, who had been as transparent as glass. They had no idea how to deal with losing him, so whatever was going on with them and his daughter was something they didn’t understand, and it would pass.

But they did. They knew. They understood. His daughter opened a floodgate in their black souls, and they wanted her beneath them, her body pliant to their touch, their names falling from her luscious lips as she writhed in the pleasure they were giving her.

They doused their thoughts in bottles and bottles of Scotch—anything to erase the deviant craving to feel her carry the weight of their cocks inside her sweet, soft, tight body.

They wanted to own her. Possess every part of her body. They wanted her for themselves.

It had been the first time they’d simultaneously wanted the same woman, the same way, with the same damn intensity that floored them. But it was so fucked up. They were talking about Hank’s daughter. The woman they wanted to feed their cocks to, and fucking hell, breed until she was pregnant with a child they never thought they wanted before, and she was their best friend’s daughter.

They were old enough to be her dad.

They never said it out loud, but they’d unanimously agreed to stay away from her. Took comfort in the thought that the only reason they craved her was because they were grieving their best friend’s death. There couldn’t be any other reason. Time away from her would make them see that.

Except time only did the direct opposite.

Five years later, they couldn’t get her out of their minds. She had no idea how safe she was staying away from them, but now she was here, demanding time with them.

Did she think they were going to be her nice, safe surrogate uncles who had zero thoughts of fucking her?

Bradford sighed deeply. The things they wanted to do to her... pump their shafts so deep inside her, so that a part of her would be imprinted on their cocks. Eat from her innocence and drink from the sweetness of her pussy—

No.

She was too young for them. Too innocent for their dark desires. And the only thing that really mattered? She was Hank’s fucking daughter.

They werenotgoing to touch her.

But then she surprised them again.

What the hell was wrong with them? She turned them into stupid teens with raging hard-ons that affected their thinking. This was so far out of their character, they couldn’t explain how she did it. They lost their heads around her, their thinking became sluggish, and they became fucking idiots around her, which was the direct opposite of the way they were normally.

They took their eyes off her for a second as relief flushed through them when she agreed to leave on her own accord, since touching her, anywhere on her body, would be the one thing that would send them over the edge.

And what did she do?

She handcuffed herself to a pillar in the bedroom of their penthouse. Then put the key between her thighs.

She put the key between her lovely thighs.

Fuck.

Bradford clenched his fists so tight that he could break through steel with his knuckles.

He glanced at his friends, the men who were closer to him than brothers, and with whom he shared the same amount of grief at losing Hank. They were on the same page.

They were not going to touch her.

And surely she knew they didn’t need the key to release her.

Zach found the paper clip they’d used to free themselves.

It was time to end this.

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