Page 56 of Playing By Their Rules

“Yes,” I cry.

“Could Mikey make you feel this good?” Chance asks.

“No,” I say, my voice high-pitched and desperate. I need to come. I need to come so fucking bad. “No, never.”

“Would you let him try?” Ethan’s voice is dark, forbidding.

“Never,” I say. “Only you.”

“Who do you belong to?” Chance asks. “Who are your daddies?”

“You are,” I cry out, my orgasm cascading through me. “Ethan and Chance are my daddies!”

“Fuck yes, we are,” Ethan says, before giving one last, deep thrust into my pussy and groaning out his release.

“We’re yours, baby girl.” Chance pulls out of my ass, rips off his condom, and a moment later I feel the splash of his come over my backside. “Never forget that,” he says. “We belong to each other.”

I slump against Ethan for a long, languid moment.

They take turns cleaning me up with a warm washcloth. Then Chance pulls me onto his lap, wrapping a blanket around us. Ethan sits next to us, his hands rubbing over my shoulders, soothing. They whisper how good I was for them, how beautiful and sexy and perfect.

And if I wasn’t sure about loving them before?

Well, I’m sure now.

Maybe it isn’t the wisest thing I’ve ever done—falling for two men—but there’s no going back now.

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Chance

Monday rolls around. Maisie spent Friday night with us, and there was nothing better than waking up to find her snuggled against me. I want every morning to be like that, and so does Ethan. We know we need to take it slow, but it’s also necessary that we deal with some of the more annoying aspects of our day-to-day life in order to set the stage for a future with our girl.

There’s one very important item on today’s agenda, and it has nothing to do with Maisie’s ginger friend, Bradley. However, that’s exactly who I see waiting outside Ethan’s office, a phone in his hand and a scowl on his face.

“Do you have an appointment with Professor Carlisle?” I ask him.

“Nope.”

I check the time on my phone. Ethan’s supposed to meet me here before we go to the campus’s HR and Ethics department.

“So, what are you doing here?” I ask him.

“I wanted to talk to Professor Carlisle, and to you, too.”

Fucking great. This friend of hers is going to warn us off? This is the last thing we need.

“Did we get off on the wrong foot?” I ask. “I have nothing but respect for you if you’re a true friend of Maisie’s.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? A true friend?”

“Well,” I say, “I know the pretend hook-up was just pretend on her side, but was it an actual fantasy of yours?”

He almost laughs, but holds it back. His broad shoulders shake with the effort, though. “Nope. I don’t want to hook up with my best friend.”

“You’re saying you wouldn’t be with her if she’d have you?”

“Naw, man.” He shakes his head. “She’s hot as hell, but she needs something I can’t give, and I’m not going to risk our friendship just so I can get my dick wet.”

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