Page 11 of My Fantasy Daddies

“Who were you with that night?”Parker demanded behind her.

I felt her stiffen, her entire body tensing.I stroked my hands down her spine, to comfort, soothe, but command she answer him.Who had she been with?All I could remember clearly from that night was her.There one minute, sitting on a couch all alone.And then Benson stopped me.He’d seen her too.I knew he did, just as Parker had.But then Benson said I was being too intense.I’d scare her away.

It would kill me to frighten her, my little taste of peace.I’d contained myself, but I’d regretted not going over to her every minute since.

Her small hand fisted on my chest, and she looked up at me with defiance, forcing back that hurt that I saw so clearly for a moment.“My sister,” she said coolly, and she shifted so she was facing the bartender, who was mixing drinks on the other side of the counter.Picking up her glass once again, she took a gulp.“She visits Inferno often.I’m surprised none of you knows her.Right after I saw you three that night, she left me to come…play.”

“I told you I’m not into blondes,” Parker dismissed.

Benson clenched his jaw.I raised a brow at him, and he gave me a telling grimace.What the fuck did that mean?Had he fucked her sister, or did he just know the other woman?He shook his head, which didn’t explain anything.If Parker noticed our exchange, he didn’t alert either of us.His gaze was on Esme’s bent head, her tense shoulders, the way she swirled her glass, causing the ice cubes to clink together.

Her moment of vulnerability hit me hard, and I was ready to bring Benson to his goddamn knees.He and Parker were my best friends.I’d gone through hell with them.Killed with and for them.But if either of them hurt Esme, they were going to be another number on my long list of casualties.

Esme

After double-checking that Amelia seemed happy with the guy she was talking to, I drained my glass of water.I set it on the bar top, giving the bartender a little finger wave.“Thanks for the drinks.Make sure to give yourself a one hundred percent tip.Oh, and email that receipt to the Barbier account.Anything my girl wants goes on my tab.Got it?”

His gaze flickered to the men at my back.I snapped my fingers, bringing his focus back to me.“All eyes on me.Do you hear what I’m saying?My girl.My tab.No one else.I will check.”

He inclined his head.“Of course, Miss Barbier.Whatever you wish.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”With a wink, I stepped back, ignoring Mr.Golden Lion’s desperate eyes.“It was a pleasure finally meeting you three daddies, but I’m bored now.I’m going to go check out a few of the exhibition rooms.Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Before I could turn away, Mr.Bear caught me by the back of my neck.All it would take was a few taps on my smartwatch and I knew Otto and Astro would intervene, but I felt zero fear as I gulped up at the man gripping me so tightly.His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his pupils dilated in a very, very dangerous way.

I grinned up at the angry, hungry beast.“There’s my daddy.”

If he hadn’t made a move, I would have walked away without another thought for him and his friends.But since he had, I was going to enjoy a night with them.

After that?

It couldn’t be more than a single night.Eloise had lied about being with them for a reason.Ifshe’d lied.Despite Mr.Panther’s denial and his adamance about not being into blondes, I wasn’t sure I believed that they knew nothing about my sister.Eloise had been way too convincing.Either it was true—or she believed her own lie to the point of mental illness.

As badly as I wanted to think she was a nutcase, I couldn’t imagine it.

Which meant I could only give myself one night with the yummy daddies.

“Malcolm,” he said raggedly.

Malcolm Barclay was my bear.A shiver danced along my spine that I didn’t try to hide.I liked riling him up.What else could I do to make those dark eyes go that chocolate color?

“Hey, Mal, wanna make me come?”

“We need a private room,” he tossed at his two friends, his entire body vibrating.“Now.”

No one else said a word, the other two seeming to hold their breath.Waiting.Silently pleading.For all of three seconds, I wondered if they had ever verbally begged for anything in their lives.It took effort, but I glanced from Mal’s dark eyes to the golden lion.

I was never going to forget how he’d stopped Malcolm from coming to me that night at Ignite—how he’d stoppedhimself.I couldn’t remember anything hurting as much as that had hurt me.Maybe I’d forgive him if he gave me enough orgasms.But that was a big maybe.Until then, he had to work for it.

Smirking at him, I flicked my gaze to Mr.Panther.Those rainstorm-gray eyes told me all I wanted to know.He wanted to be with me so badly, but he was leaving the decision up to me.Smart man.Patience would get him exactly what he craved, but he wasn’t absolved for staying away any more than his friend was.

“Are there any rooms with a bed big enough for the four of us?”

Malcolm placed his hand against the small of my back, his flexing fingers scrunching my dress up a few inches, causing the two men a few steps behind us to mutter something vicious under their breaths.Peeking at them over my shoulder, I was pleased to find their eyes on my ass.The bodysuit I had beneath my dress had a thong bottom, leaving my cheeks exposed for their viewing pleasure.

Through the gap between them, I saw Amelia watching me walk off with my daddies.“Have fun!”I mouthed.She was enamored with her new friend.I heard him tell her his name was Trevor, but I’d been distracted by Malcolm and the other two daddies.He was guiding her toward the same general direction we were walking.

On the next floor, Malcolm passed one closed door after another.A number was on the wall beside each of them, but there was no way for me to know what kinds of games were being played behind those closed doors.Malcolm seemed to know exactly where he was going, though.Several rooms later, he opened a door and ushered me inside first.

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