Page 16 of My Fantasy Daddies

“You are, Esme,” he rasped, finding my lips for a kiss that was full of heat and promises, yet so tender it caused tears to sting the backs of my eyes.

No crying, Esme!

Kissing him back, I ignored the scolding of my inner voice.Tears were not important when I was drowning in emotions I wasn’t ready to name as Parker made love to my mouth.

The door being opened so hard it practically bounced off the wall barely registered as the lights were flipped on.I blinked against the sudden harsh glare overhead while my body continued to strain closer to Parker.His head snapped up at the intrusion, his body shifting as if to protect me.

Malcolm stomped into the room, his dark eyes taking on a feral quality that made me want to burrow myself beneath his skin.He wore a pair of black sweats and a tank top that was drenched in sweat.“There are two bozos in suits downstairs saying they are here to pick up Esme.”

“Who the fuck are they?”Parker snarled, reaching for the pajama pants at the end of the bed.Without his heat surrounding me, I felt oddly chilled.

“Benson is questioning them now, but they wouldn’t leave when I told them to fuck off.”His narrowed gaze dropped to me.

His gray-sprinkled dark hair was plastered to his scalp, his forearms lined with ink and veins that I ached to trace until I could identify his body in a blacked-out room, just as I’d been learning Parker’s only moments before.With how sweaty he was, I figured Malcolm had been working out hard.

Whose house were we in?

Did they live together?

I kind of liked that.All three of my daddies under the same roof.They hadn’t done anything the night before to make me think they weretogethertogether.There was no sexual energy sparking from them for each other, no heated glances between them, but they obviously liked to share women.Maybe they shared everything, including a home.

“Who are those idiots, baby girl?How the hell did they know you were here?”Mal’s questions had me shaking my head to dispel the thoughts of my three daddies sharing the same house.

I slowly sat up, pretending like I had all the time in the world, and adjusted the shirt Benson had put on me after my bath.“I’m a Barbier, remember?If you know who my father is, then you are aware he has many enemies.Personal security is a must-have when I leave the house.”

Parker stood, pulling on his pants, his jaw clenched.“Benson will replace her current security with female guards.”

“No, Benson won’t,” I said with a laugh, climbing off the Alaskan king bed on the opposite side.“Astro and Otto have been with me since I was ten.They’re my friends.No.That doesn’t even come close to what they are to me.They’re family.Besides, my security detail isn’t any of your business.After I leave here, I won’t even cross your minds.”

All the air in the room became charged as quickly as the lights had been switched on.Parker and Malcolm both growled, and I hurriedly replayed everything I’d just said in hopes of figuring out what I’d done to set them off.Before I could figure it out, Malcolm was in front of me, his massive body crowding mine.On instinct, I stepped back, only for my legs to hit the bed.

He followed me down, his sweaty body covering mine as he got so close his nose brushed mine.“You don’t have friendships with men, baby girl.Benson, Parker, and I are your family now.Your motherfucking world.The only way you’re ever leaving this house is if one of us is with you or you take the new security Benson will be providing for you.And they sure as hell will be women, because I will rip the head off any son of a bitch who so much as breathes the same air as you.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” I breathed out, my voice as weak as my body that had turned to goo from that dark-timbre voice.

“Wrong, little girl.I’m your daddy,” he snapped, kissing me hard.It was over before I could even get a thorough taste of him.Breathing hard, he lifted his head enough for me to see the chocolate brown of his irises.“Not cross our minds?You fucking live in my head now, Esme.Don’t you ever tell such lies to me again, or I will turn that perfect ass of yours red.”

Benson

Arnaud Barbier hid his daughters’ identities better than the US Marshals hid witnesses.After tucking Esme into bed with Parker, I’d needed a distraction or I was going to crawl in behind her and fuck her hard.But I refused to cause her more pain.If we’d known she was a virgin, last night would have gone differently.

How Parker hadn’t nutted when he’d seen her blood smeared all over his cock had to have been a miracle.I’d been seconds away from bursting when I’d seen those droplets running down her pussy and pooling under that gorgeous ass.

Nothing had been sexier.More beautiful.At first sight, she’d unlocked a possessiveness inside me that I’d never experienced before.At the sight of her naked body spread open for us, virginal blood spilling from her core, madness had taken over.

Once we got her back to our home, we hadn’t wasted time caring for her.She’d remained silent through it all, which bothered me and I wasn’t sure why.She’d been a bright flame all evening.Every man who saw her at Inferno couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Except maybe Trevor, which was a good thing.I didn’t want to have to kill my old high school buddy.Luckily for him, he’d been so enthralled with Esme’s friend, he’d barely glanced at my little obsession.

Washing her hadn’t been enough for any of us, but Parker had been insane with the need to care for her.Of the three of us, he was the one who was normally most in control of his emotions, but since the night we’d caught a glimpse of Esme, none of us had been ourselves.My friends didn’t know it, but I’d scoured the security feed at Ignite after we’d first seen her.I’d tried to find an angle that gave me a better view of her, her friends, anything that might lead me to finding her.But she’d stayed in the shadows, making it impossible to get a read with my tech company’s facial recognition programming.

We’d brought her home, because there was nowhere else she belonged more.Malcolm had set up a room for her after seeing her at Ignite.One with a football-field-sized bed, a bathroom made for pampering our woman, and a closet she could spend a billion dollars trying to fill, with room to spare.While he and Parker had gotten Esme ready to leave the club, I’d snatched the bloodstained sheets.No way did anyone else get to see the proof of how innocent our Esme was.They were a contract, a blood pact, our fucking promise to love, cherish, and protect our woman.

After leaving Parker to watch over our sleeping love in her bed, I went down to my office and started searching for her online.She needed sleep and time for her body to heal.Parker had ripped her badly when he’d unknowingly popped her sweet cherry, but it could have just as easily been Malcolm or me.Until she was fully healed, none of us was going to get inside her.But I knew my restraint was weak, so I needed to stay as far away from her and a bed as possible until then.

Sleep wasn’t an option either, which left work.Any attempts to do even the most basic of background checks on Esme were unsuccessful.If I didn’t already know Barbier had two daughters, I would have assumed they didn’t exist.But my security company had a contract with the man, so I had more access than most.

Yet not even my database could give me more than the bare minimum, and that was their names.Esme and Eloise.There were no passports in either daughter’s name.No medical history.No school records.That told me Arnaud used an alias for them.After six frustrating hours of searching, I was no closer to uncovering more details about the woman who had dropped into my life like the life-saving care package I so desperately needed.

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