Page 94 of Good Girl

Derek smirks. “Wait until we take you to Obsession. You’ll be praying for mercy.”

My thighs clench and my cheeks burn as my stomach heats, and I let out a huffed breath. “Daddy.”

“Come on, let’s get you on your way home before someone decides they aren’t going to let you go and your roommate gets worried.”

Unhelpfully, pings of hope explode inside of me at his words. I would not hate being trapped here forever.

But I know I need to go. Orientation is tomorrow, and I promised Oakley I would be home tonight.

My grin returns when I think about telling her everything that has happened this weekend. She is going to shit her pants when I tell her this thing has been extended until next year.

Derek takes my hand and leads me toward the others, who are all waiting by the kitchen. At some point, a baby-blue duffel bag with a stitched floral print appeared in the apartment today. It is currently sitting on the counter, next to my equally full backpack, both of which are stuffed with all the clothing, art supplies, and gifts they have showered me with this weekend.

I came with borrowed luggage, clothes, and handbag, and now I am going home with my own wardrobe, two new bags, art supplies, a new phone, and a contract that says I am theirs for the next six months.

What more could a girl ask for?

As we approach the kitchen, Darcy and Hudson stop their conversation mid-laugh. It’s a little odd to see them both so carefree and not completely… I don’t know. Dominant. In control. Daddy-ish.

They‘ve taken two of the stools under the kitchen island, leaving Xavier to sit at the dining table, where he is playing on his phone. I slip free of Derek’s hand and go get my hugs from the two of them first.

I go to Hudson, my eyes sliding closed as his arms encircle me. He rests his cheek on the top of my head, and I let myself relax into his hug.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

My throat aches with sudden tightness, and all I can do is nod. I want to tellhimthank you, but there is no way my voice is going to work. His heart beats solidly beneath my ear, and it hurts to not let the tears fall.

“I’ve put something in your backpack for the nights you are away from us. No peeking until you get home.”

The words are only loud enough for me to hear. I peer up at him, not bothering to hide my curiosity. He smiles and then boops my nose. “You’ll like it, I promise. No peeking.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I can’t check my ass cheek until I get home, and now I can’t check my bag. So many rules.

Instead, like the good girl I have been for them all weekend, I nod and start to pull away, but Hudson leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss. His fingers flex against my lower back as I part my lips and our tongues slide along each other’s. The kiss doesn’t last long, but my chest aches as we pull apart. One finallook into those pale blue eyes, and I have to turn away before tears roll down my cheeks in a super unsexy way.

With a sniff, I move on to Darcy. My face is buried in his chest before anyone can see all these stupid emotions. I don’t even really understand why I am so sad. They are keeping me, for fuck’s sake.

A hand cups the back of my neck and the other rubs up and down my back as I take fistfuls of his shirt into my hands.

“Shhh, princess. It’s all going to be okay. We’ve got you now. You’re ours. Nothing will take you away from us. We aren’t going anywhere.” Darcy keeps murmuring words of comfort until I relax, my tension fading to a manageable level.

I’m theirs now.

I really fucking love the sound of that.

The hand at the base of my neck comes around to my chin, tilting my head to look up at him. Darcy presses kisses over my forehead, eyes, cheeks, my nose, and then on my lips. He keeps the kiss shallow, like a movie kiss, nothing but lips.

We break apart, and he stares straight into my soul with those dark blue eyes of his.

“How about, Tuesday night, you and I have our first date? I’ll come get you from your place, and we’ll go out to dinner and then see a movie? I know that’s simple for a first date, but it’s nice and low key. We can get to know each other. I can’t guarantee that none of the others won’t turn up and third wheel our date, so no getting cranky with me if that happens.” His eyes smile as he makes the offer and, fuck, the relief that sweeps through me makes my knees weak.

I have to swallow, twice, because holy fuck, this is really happening. “Yes, please, I would love that.”

I don’t bother to tell him I’ve only ever been to a movie theater once before, and that was when a group home took all the kids to see a cartoon about emotions.

Darcy gives me one final kiss, and then I turn to Xavier. He isn’t playing on his phone anymore; it sits face down on the table. He has angled himself, so he is facing me, knees man spreading, body reclined a little, one arm resting on the table.

I reach for my bracelet and rub the pendant.

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