Page 76 of Good Girl

Her foot twitches in my grasp as I press my thumb into the arch of her foot, and I dart my gaze up to her face. Our eyes connect and she looks so small, huddled up against Darcy’s chest with the blanket pulled up to her face. Her blinks are owlish, and besides a slight twitch, she makes no other movement.

I press into the arch of her foot again and am rewarded with another twitch, as well as a little furrow between her eyebrows. It’s adorable. This time, with one hand gripping her ankle firmly, I run my fingertips along the sole of her foot, nails dragging slightly. Her entire leg jerks, and she makes a squeaking noise.

Emery glares at me, so I poke out my tongue at her. Surprise flares in her eyes, and her cheeks turn rosy before she grins and buries her face into Darcy’s chest. I chuckle, heart heavy and full, and swap feet.

The conversation being held by the other three pauses, and they all focus on Emery. It’s probably a good thing she’s hidden her face away because I’m certain all this attention would have made the baby girl in her very nervous.

I desperately want to meet the brat in her. She’s peeked out a handful of times, but only briefly. I have a feeling that she’ll bejust as wonderful as the baby girl, but in her own naughty way. I can’t fucking wait.

“Princess? Everything okay?” Darcy asks as he rubs her back through the blanket. His other arm shifts beneath the blanket and Emery’s feet twitch in my lap before relaxing a little farther apart.

Internally, I roll my eyes at Darcy’s behavior. But, realistically, I know that after my scene, my possessiveness was off the charts, so I can’t blame the guy.

There is a murmur from her, but I can’t make out the words.

But Darcy is onto her. “What was that?”

Emery turns her head back to facing me, but her eyes are closed, cheeks still flushed red. “Everything is still floaty. And tingly.” She adds the last bit as an afterthought.

Hudson has taken a seat on the coffee table and holds the open bottle of water out to Darcy. He stares at it for a moment, and then with a sigh, he pulls his arm out from beneath the blanket, two fingers clearly glistening with wetness. Accepting the bottle of water, he encourages Emery to sit up a little straighter so that he can help her drink without making a mess.

A delicate hand appears, and she takes the bottle, attempting to sip from it, but Darcy doesn’t remove the bottle until he is happy with the amount of water she’s had. She pouts at him after, and it’s adorable as fuck. He raises an eyebrow at her, and she pretends to ignore him as she snuggles back into him.

Another tiny peek at the brat.

I have to look away and end up finding Hudson struggling to hide his smile as well. Emery should know the drill by now. It’s not like we haven’t made her drink an entire bottle of water after every scene. Which is usually followed by snacks or a meal. And usually a nap.

When the bottle is back on the coffee table and everyone is resettled, I restart my massage and begin the check-in with her. “How did you find your scene with Darcy?”

Her eyes have drifted closed again, and a smile forms on lips. “It was amazing.”

It’s only because I’m watching Emery so closely that I notice the enormous breath Darcy releases. I glance up at him and can see the relief and happiness written all over his face as he stares down at the girl in his arms.

“And the ropes, princess? How were they? Do you think you would like to try them again?”

She frowns for just a moment, then shakes her head. “No.”

Darcy stiffens, his confused gaze shooting to mine. But Emery continues talking, oblivious to the sudden pain she has caused him. Well, all of us, really. Because if the ropes are a no for her, then she is a no for all of us.

“I don’t think I want anyone else to tie me up like that. It was…it was so amazing once I just let go. The ropes, they held me, they helped me to be good for Daddy Darcy and Daddy Hudson. I felt so safe and secure. I don’t think I could trust anyone else like that.” Her words tumble out of her, like a stream of consciousness, but one thing catches my attention.

“Anyone else? Why would anyone else be tying you up, baby?” My heart beats rapidly in my chest.

“You know, when this weekend is over? I don’t think I could do that with anyone else. Just Daddy Darcy. I trust him. But we only have this weekend. So, no one else.”

It’s hard to get my next question out past the tightness in my throat, but I manage it, knowing we all need the answer. “And if Daddy Darcy wants to tie you up again, would that be okay with you?”

Eyes still closed, her smile turns dreamy again. “Yeah.”

“What about if I want to use you as my fuck toy again?” Hudson asks, voice husky. “Share you with my friends? Play with you in public?”

She cracks one eye open and peers at Hudson. “Even when the weekend is over?”

He doesn’t answer her, just stares, waiting for her reply.

Emery snuggles deeply into her blanket and closes her eye again. “Yeah.”

“Baby…” I start, but I can’t ask.

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