Page 74 of Vegas Daddies

But just saying…

I see the way they look at me. They try to hide it to focus on what’s important here—my feelings. Quite frankly, I’m tired of emotion. The feelings that press into my chest too hard and make me rethink my entire life. I’ve been doing that ever since I arrived at Brander’s, and could do with a certain injection to ease the pain…

“Can I shower?”

“Of course, darling,” Brander says. “You know where the towels are.”

I stand and move slowly to the doorway so they all have time to check out my ass. Reaching the doorway, I spin around. Press a hand into the wood to give my body some dimension. Men go weak in the knees for angles, according to Cosmopolitan Magazine.

“Is anybody coming with me?”

My husbands all look at one another.

They want to. I see it in their eyes.

Brander swallows a lump in his throat, and Lifesaver readjusts his position on the couch. Match glances at my breasts.

This lingerie really is tiny. Thankfully, nothing slipped in the strip club, but that doesn’t mean it’s too late for a wardrobe malfunction.

I slip one single strap from one breast and pop it out.

Match grunts.

Smoothing a hand over myself turns me on more than I initially thought it would, especially with the boys watching. I continue massaging the breast, sliding the hand further up to pinch my nipple. Sensitivity ripples through my body, something sweet budding between my thighs. A moan escapes my lips.

This is fun. Much more than I intended it to be.

“Alice, sweetness,” Match says. “Get in the shower.”

“Not without all of you.”

I free the other breast and grab both, running my fingertips over each nipple. Sensitivity increases even more. So much that my knees buckle.

I can’t keep standing like this. Teasing my pussy like this.

So, performatively, I slide a hand down the length of my torso, pausing it at the G-string to take in their expressions.

A blush explodes on all three sets of cheeks. Lifesaver readjusts his length, wide blue eyes stapled to my mound, anticipating the moment I drop the thong. Match’s jawstillhangs open like he’s imagining my breast in his mouth, and Brander fights to put the stoic expression back onto his face. He can’t. Dilated pupils have already consumed all of his eyes.

I drop the G-string and crawl two fingers in between my legs.

Brander grunts. Grabs his cock through his pants.

“You should feel how wet I am.” I locate my clit and begin to swirl, but my fingers aren’t as good as Brander’s. He works magic between my legs. Heisa wizard, I’m still convinced.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to stop,” Lifesaver says.

I pout. “Why?”

“Because if you continue,” Match says, “we won’t be able to restrain ourselves.”

“I don’t want you to restrain yourselves.”

“We’ll fuck you,” Brander says. “Hard.”

“You’ve already fucked me ha?—”

“The thing is”—Brander readjusts himself again—“as much as we enjoy watching you get fucked, it pains us having to wait for our turn.”

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