Page 165 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“You’re not giving me what I want!”

“Naughty little brat.” Alden tsked.

His palm struck my mound hard. The pads of his fingers caught my pussy lips. I was wholly unprepared for the delicious sting of pain mingled with pleasure. But I didn’t want him to smack me again.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Sir? I must be doing something right.”

Alden rolled off the mattress, stripping each item of clothing off with painstaking slowness. His signature smirk seemed sinister as I writhed against the mattress. Toying with me, he left his black boxer-briefs on. I wanted them off more than anything and wiped a line of drool from my lips.

“I’ll behave, Sir. Please?” I caught my breath. “Please fuck me?”

“Aw. Is my girl rethinking her demand?”

That wouldn’t do. I’d seemingly forgotten how much he liked to tease me before we had sex. I couldn’t put into words what it was doing to me tonight. Instead, I drummed up sass and tossed it in his direction. Acting as if I could care less when in fact, I was overthinking again seemed easier than anything else.

“Fine! Don’t fuck me. See if I care.”

Alden snickered. “Mmmhmm. Let’s see how much you don’t care.”

I hated how well he knew me, and loved it at the same time. Alden grabbed my hips and firmly but gently dragged me to the edge of the mattress so that my legs dangled at my knees. Alden set each one on his shoulders, giving him unencumbered accessto my pussy. He took his time licking my clit, sucking on it, teasing all along the seam of my body.

“Alden…”

“No, baby. You were right the first time. In here? You can call me Sir or Daddy.”

“Please?” My voice came out breathy and whiny.

He thrust two fingers inside my hot, wet core. “What do you want, babygirl?”

“I need you.”

“You have me. You and Wyatt. I’m all yours.”

Panting, it took me thirty seconds to voice what I’d been keeping to myself. “For now.”

Alden licked his lips as if gathering his thoughts.

“Have your feelings changed, darlin’?”

I lay there on my back with my knees on his shoulders and his digits manually caressing my inner walls while thinking of how to politely answer.Damn it.I used to beg Luke and Tatum to let me tag along with them when they were riding the circuit just to watch Alden. Not that I wanted to think about either of them during a sexy moment. More than once in between Falcon Creek and Denver, we had stopped at a rest stop and my bottom had been spanked hard. Neither of my friends tolerated my bratty mouth. Which was the point. I’d be sore and not trapped in my head afterward. I spent manymanynights in Denver hotel rooms alone wishing I wasn’t invisible to Alden romantically. Wyatt had been his shadow all those years, despite his flirtations with Luke. Why was I thinking about the past when the man I’d wanted to be with was playing with me intimately? Because it was easier to let my brain pretend that this was another hookup. That it was not the beginning of so much more. The three of us. Alden nipped my thigh and I hissed from the smarting pain.

“Quit it!”

“You’ve disappeared in your head, babygirl. Have your feelings for me changed?”

“No, they’ve gotten stronger, Alden.”

“Then quit worryin’.”

But I couldn’t do that. If the three of us became involved and Wyatt fell back into old patterns it would crumble our tripod. “Hang on. You don’t understand.”

“Sweetheart,” he drawled. “Ask me nicely to give you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

“What more do you want?” I snapped.

His eyes darkened and a flicker of concern passed over them.

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