Page 6 of My Fantasy Daddies

Boom, motherfucker!

Her gaze hit me like an IED, turning the world upside down right before my eyes.Our gazes locked, and just as quickly, everything around me made sense for the first time in my existence.Had I ever seen eyes that shade of blue?Sapphires might come close in comparison, but even as I thought that, I knew they didn’t do such exquisiteness justice.No.They couldn’t come close to describing such a rare and beautiful color.

Like a serene ocean, endlessly deep and still.

Those incredible eyes remained trapped with mine for another three heartbeats before she abruptly turned her head away.Her hair fell forward, blocking her face from me.

A mournful howl bounced inside my head, replacing that relentless voice that had been demanding we keep searching.There was no longer a need to find what had been missing.She was right there, waiting for me.

Malcolm released a hiss that sounded as if it was full of pain.Turning my head, I realized he was captured by the same sight I was.His fingers clenched around his glass so hard it was surprising it didn’t shatter in his grip.His chest rose and fell, sweat beading on his forehead like he’d just run ten miles through the desert.His brown eyes were locked on my missing piece.

Beside him, Benson seemed just as mesmerized.His brows pulled together, and he lifted a hand to squeeze the back of his neck, muttering something to himself that was too quiet for me to hear.Jealousy wasn’t something I’d ever felt before, especially where these two men were concerned.They had saved my life hundreds of times, and I’d saved theirs.We were a team.Family.We’d shared women all the time in the past without a second thought.

This one was different, though.I wanted to snatch her up and lock her away for myself.I didn’t even know her fucking name, but I knew in my bones that she was vital.

I’d known my two best friends had been just as affected as I had been the night we’d first seen this mystical creature on the more public side of the club.Fuck, Malcolm had almost charged over to her, but Benson had stopped him before he could make such an impulsive move.Apparently she was important to them too.

Was I okay with that?

I inhaled slowly, calming that small part that had asked such a stupid question.

Of course I was okay with it.I wouldn’t lose my best friends over anyone.Not when we could so easily share.

Mal jerked forward now, but again, Benson was the first to stop him.“Get your fucking hands off me!”Malcolm snarled.“You might be afraid of what you’re feeling right now, but I sure as fuck am not.I’ve been waiting on her my entire goddamn life.”

Benson’s face tightened with emotion I didn’t have time to assess before he tightened his fingers on our friend’s arm.“I’m not afraid of what I’m feeling.Take a breath and really look at her, man.See the bigger picture.She’s here with her friend.They are having a nice time.We’re not going to ruin that for her.”

“I’m not going to let you cause me to lose her again,” Mal growled back, his voice low and deadly.

Well aware they were seconds from brawling, I stepped in, putting myself between them and the girls farther down the bar.“He’s right, Mal.Take a breath, let go of the anger that is vibrating off you.We have eyes on her.She’s not going anywhere.They’re having fun.If you go over there like this, you’re going to terrify her.”

Those last words were what stopped him cold.His body sagged, his eyes darkening.“It would kill me if she was scared of me.”

“So don’t do anything that might cause her to be,” I cautioned.

“Ten minutes,” Benson said quietly, glancing from me to Malcolm before nodding in Trevor’s direction.Our friend was so lost in watching the other girl he hadn’t even noticed our near miss with Malcolm, and everyone else around us was so caught up in their own conversations, they weren’t paying attention.“We will give her that time with her friend, and then we move in.”

“She’s not some fucking mission, asshole.”

Benson meticulously straightened the cuffs of his shirt and jacket.“That’s where you’re wrong, Mal.She is the most important mission of our lives.”

At least he realized that.

Esme

Had I hoped my three daddies would be at Inferno?

Honestly, I didn’t know.Was I pleased they were watching me with a hunger I’d ached for the first time I saw them?Again, I wasn’t sure of my answer.

Was I pissed with them?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

How dare they deny me that first night, disappear with my sister, and show up now, giving me those heated glances.Enculés, all three of them.

Choosing to ignore them, I noticed the avid attention of many other men around us.But where the three daddies had caused a blaze deep in my belly, everyone else left me feeling nothing.Telling myself it was because I was angry with them, I decided to put on a show for our new fan club.

Amelia kept watching the fourth man with the daddies.He was hot—I would admit that.With a complexion that was several shades darker than Amelia’s and those dark lashes that fanned around his hazel eyes, he was worth a second and a third glance.But as with everyone else except the three daddies, I felt nothing stir inside me when it came to him.Which was a good thing, because I wasn’t about to ruin my relationship with my bestie over some stupid guy.

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