Page 119 of Double Daddies

I lay there panting, my fingers still idly stroking my skin as I caught my breath. Slowly, I turned and glanced at the bedside table, and at the little red button there.

“Buzz the button on your bedside table if you need anything.”

And God help me, I almost pushed it.

Almost, before I quickly took my hands away from myself and yanked the covers up to my chin.

I had to get my head on straight. I had to get my mind out of the fantasy land they’d put me in and look at the reality here. And the reality was, I was a prisoner in this place, and they were my captors.

Myguards.

And I knew enough thatfallingfor them was definitely some sort of Stockholm syndrome.

I froze as the blush crept into my cheeks.

Falling for them.

I quickly turned over, pulling the covers up high as I forced my eyes closed, tried to will myself to sleep, and tried to keep the dreams of their hands on me out of my head.

I failed at that last one.

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Roman

She was right upstairs, tempting me.

Temptingus.

My hands could still feel the way her small little body had trembled and shuddered as she’d come earlier. I could still feel the way her back had arched against my chest, the way her breath had caught in my ears as her body had gone stiff and the orgasm ripped through her.

I’d wanted to tell Colt how fucking stupid that’d been — and hell, I still kind of did — but I couldn’t. Not after I’d been such a willing participant in it. Not after I’d held her as she came — not after I’d felt my cock pulse against her back as that sweet little moan of pleasure had fallen from her lips.

It’d been stupid, what we did. Stupid and reckless. Yeah, we could tell ourselves we’d just been following the rules, and the protocols, and that her not being up to Jeb’s fucking protocols was bad for us, but that was bullshit and we knew it. The ranchhada team of professionals for things like that —women, not guys like us who were there to take care of any and all needs the girls at the ranch needed.

Needs like getting their pussy shaved.

Yeah, one call and a middle-aged, extremely professional woman would have come up in a heartbeat to take care of that for her, and we knew that. A professional, as opposed to two guys like us dancing on the knife’s edge of what was appropriate and barely holding on to our sanities when we put our hands on her. Not two guys like us withraginghard erections, with lust in our eyes.

I glanced over at Colt.

Lucky fucking prick,I grinned to myself. Hell, I’d just held her body, my fingers just brushing her breasts, my lipsjustshy of tasting her skin. But my friend had had his hands on her — his fingers spreading her soft lips, his thumb brushing over that clit.

Goddamn it made me hard just thinking about it again. It made my cock lurch just imagining her reaching back to stroke me while my friend licked her pussy. I imagined getting her on her hands and knees — so sweet, so innocent, and so fucking submissive for us. I imagined her lips wrapped tight around Colt’s cock while I gave her every damn inch of mine, my hands gripping her tight little ass as I rocked into her.

I glanced at Colt again, and I could see it all over his face too — the same war going on inside his head that was raging in mine. The war of duty versus desire — of responsibility to the debt and the consequences both to us and those we loved if we broke that debt, pitted against the pureneedto touch her again. I wanted to say it was just the forbidden temptation of it all — that she was so gorgeous, and soyoung, and sweet that it brought out the devil in me. I wanted to make that sweetnessmine, but it was more than that.

It washer.

It was the fact that she drew us both to her like moths to a flame. I’d felt it the second we saw her out at the farm, and I knew Colt had too. The two of us had gone after women together before — all the time, actually. And sure, there were a lot of women out there who went gaga over the idea of two cowboys like us showing them a good time — women who wanted the fantasy of two guys like us fucking them like they’d never been fucked before.

But there’d never been anything that felt real — not even close. In, fact, it’d been a long damn time since we’d even tried to pursue anything, since it’d just started to feel empty and hollow.

Johanna was something different. That girl upstairs who we’d just crossed a big fucking line withdidsomething to us, and brought something out in us we’d pushed away for a long time.

And now I didn’t know how thefuckwe were going to ignore that.

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