Page 14 of My Fantasy Daddies

And then he’d just stopped.

I didn’t think guys could do that.Once they got that far, it was nut or die, right?

Wrong.

He didn’t finish.None of them had.Instead, Parker had carried me into the bathroom and washed me.But the shower hadn’t been to his satisfaction.He started snarling about clothes, and because I was still so lost in my head over him not coming, I’d let Malcolm dress me in his shirt.They grumbled between themselves as they ushered me out a back exit and into a blacked-out SUV.

Not sure if I was insulted or hurt or just disappointed, I didn’t argue when they pulled up at some crazy high-tech brownstone on billionaire row, the swanky part of Manhattan that was home to the richest families in the world.

No one had offered to give me a tour of the house.Instead, Malcolm had carried me up to a huge bedroom and straight into the bathroom.He ran me a bubble bath then spent the next hour soaking with me.Other than washing and rubbing my neck and shoulders, Mal didn’t once touch me in a sexual way.His cock had been rock hard against my leg and hip.Sometimes he would shift, and it would stretch along my back.But he never once—not even for one second—tried to ease the ache that must have been gnawing at him.

Parker and Benson came to check on us twice, once to demand I take something for whatever discomfort they thought I had.I couldn’t find my voice to explain that I was fine.Just downed the three ibuprofen with a sip of club soda and sank deeper beneath the bubbles while Malcolm massaged my shoulders and neck.There was no need to show Parker the body he obviously regretted putting his dick in.

They came back a while later with a tray of fruit and wine.While Malcolm continued to bathe me, Parker fed me juicy grapes and pieces of melon, while Benson sat on the other side of the tub watching.Other than to tell me to take a bite, no one spoke.Quiet wasn’t something I excelled at, but for the first time, I was lost for words.

Every moment with my daddies felt surreal, and for once, I was unsure what was reality and what was dream.After I was all pruny from soaking in that glorious tub with Malcolm for so long, I could barely keep my head upright.Parker wrapped a fluffy towel around me and lifted me from the water.He got me dry, and then Benson dressed me in a T-shirt before leading me to bed.

Other than them pressing kisses to my forehead, the mood had shifted from hot and heavy to whatever the fuck this was.No one had bathed me since my nanny when I was four.Apparently virgins were huge turn-offs, because they had gone from ravenous beasts to stoic assholes.

Assholes who had also taken care of me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

Guys were so damn confusing.

The last memory I had was of Benson tucking the covers up over my shoulders as I cuddled against Parker in the biggest bed I’d ever seen.Firm lips had pressed a kiss to the crown of my head as their tender ministrations had zapped what was left of my energy.

“Parker?”I whispered, not trusting this not to be more bizarre dreams.I knew it was him.I recognized his voice.His scent.Could feel the differences in his body compared to Malcolm’s or Benson’s.

He pressed his lips to my shoulder where the tentlike shirt had slipped down.Fighting a mewl, I mentally commanded myself not to move, even though I was savoring every moment of lying there in his arms.Glorying in the sensation of having every hard inch of him molded to my body.Wishing with everything in me that our one and only night had been very different.

Why had it mattered so much that I was a virgin?

Why did he ruin it?

Why wasn’t I good enough to fuck?

“What do you need, little one?Are you thirsty?Hungry?Sore?”

Hearing the concern in his voice only confused me more.I could feel how hard he was, pressing into my ass.What I needed was for him to sink into me again—and, this time, not stop.I wanted him to use my body to get off, but he was more worried about feeding me literally anything but his mammoth cock.Which was what I really craved.

Where was the man who had been so mindless he’d practically torn me in half with one powerful thrust?

I should have been basking in the tender care he and the others had showered on me since discovering they’d deflowered me.But I was upset—pissed the fuck off—that as soon as they realized I was new to the sex scene, they’d gone from bending me in half with orgasms to treating me like I might break if they breathed wrong.

Don’t cry, Es.

Turning my wrist, I tapped the screen of my smartwatch twice.That little device wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a security system.It let my guards see my heart rate in real time so they could tell if I was in distress, as well as show them my exact GPS.Two taps would alert Astro and Otto I was ready to leave, and three meant I was in trouble and needed them to come in guns blazing.Since I wanted to go home, not kill the man holding me so tenderly, I figured two taps was the better option.

I probably should have done that before I let my three daddies take me to a second location, but I’d been too curious.

Or in shock.

Definitely hadn’t been so consumed with emotions it took everything in me not to cry.

I was not a crier, damn it.

Don’t you dare cry, Esme Barbier.

It had totally only been curiosity and shock.

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