“I was in the room with a bunch of Katie’s friends and family. No one was naked, so get your head out of the gutter.”
“And you had an orgasm because of a couple of hot guys? They must be the hottest fuckers ever to live.”
I groaned. “I never should have told you.”
“Probably not.” He laughed, the sound of the turn signal blending in. A moment later, he sighed, “Squirt, you never have any fun. You live your life to please and care for others. If these guys are interested, go for it.”
“I think they’re together,” I muttered.
“Doesn’t mean they’re monogamous. They could be just the right kind of non-monogamous kinky to tick off all the boxes on the Daddy checklist you have written down in that phone of yours…”
My eyes widened until they stretched at the corners, burning white hot. “Have you been going through my phone?”
Laughter filled the SUV he drove, echoing in the cavernous vehicle. “Nope, but you just admitted you have such a list.”
“I hate you. You are the absolute worst.”
“Love you, too, squirt. But to finish my thought, they could be what you dream of.”
“You should see them, Gavin, there’s no way…”
“You shut the fuck up with the body shaming shit. I’ve told you a million times you’re beautiful and sexy.”
“You’re…”
“Yes, I’m queer as a three dollar bill, but I can still look at a woman and see she’s sexy. It might not be my brand of sexy, but that doesn’t mean I’m not right. And to prove the point, there are plenty of guys on the team who beg for your number and a setup for me to know the straight guys think you’re hotter than shoe leather on a summer’s day.”
“Yeah. I’m not interested in a hockey player.”
“There are a few on the team who give off some hot and heavy Daddy vibes.”
His words teased, but I wanted someone who’d be around when I needed them and not halfway across the country.
“Okay, squirt. I’m home. I need to get some food in me before I keel over. I love you. You’re beautiful, sexy, sassy, and smart as fuck. Any man, or Daddy, would be lucky to have you.”
“Love you,” I whispered as he hung up.
I sat quietly with his words, trying to work them around so they fit in my head. I had the hardest time loving myself. The world targets the minds of young women, making anyone who doesn’t look like the models on the runways and in magazines question their attractiveness. Gavin had told me so many, many times that I was attractive. The men I played with at the club I belonged to made me feel that way, but no one seemed interested in more than one-off playtime. Which is why I had a hard time believing that Hayden and Declan, who both had given me looks that led me to believe they were interested, were genuinely interested.
There was also the fact that I sincerely believed they were together.
They were both so big and muscular. The idea of them together made my nipples pebble and my clit throb. Stifling a moan, I let my fingers drift to the areas taking interest in the two men. Areas I wanted them to touch and kiss, but I settled for taking care of things on my own.
One hand pinched and pulled at my nipple as the other drew circles around my clit, before sliding through the wet folds to my hole. I loved the way I felt and how easily I could bring myself to the brink. I plunged my fingers in and out as I twisted first one nipple, then the other. The closer I got, the more I focused on the bundle of nerves that sent electricity through me as if I’d just touched a live wire.
Closer and closer, I crept to the peak. My eyes fell shut, and Hayden and Declan were there, in my mind, naked and locked together in a sensual embrace. Their lips mashed together as they kissed, a glimpse of tongue flashing every so often. Declan dropped to his knees and pulled out Hayden’s dick and I lost it, coming so hard the top of my head felt like the mind-blown emoji. Biting down on my lip, I gasped, clenching my teeth to keep from screaming the house down.
My walls clamped down on my fingers, fluttering around them as the orgasm continued, leaving me limp and depleted.
Good grief, I’m hard up. The two best orgasms I’ve ever had were both about fantasy men.
The sound of Declan’s raised voice drifted in through the window I hadn’t realized was open.
Definitely not fantasy.
I just hoped the non-fantasy men who starred in my fantasies hadn’t heard me get off.
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