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Fuck.

Dad stopped suddenly and turned his head to look at me.

I swallowed, waiting.

Smirking, Dad slid out of Saint and left him there on the bed. Saint’s feet dropped to the mattress and he panted, chest rising and falling fast. Dad jumped off the bed, his thick, slick cock bouncing with the action, and he stalked toward me with the kind of confidence I craved.

I stood tall, meeting his gaze. “I don’t regret what I said.”

Dad smiled. His hair was still wet and he shook his head. Some of the water flew from the strands, hitting my face.

I winced, a sign of weakness. Damn it.

“Like I said, boy, if you want a Daddy, I’ll give you one.” He crossed his arms over his muscular chest.

Without meaning to allow it, my gaze slid down his body and landed on his cock, and I let out a breath. “You are my dad, even if you don’t want to be.”

He laughed and it didn’t sound anything like mine. He was meaner. Excitement had my cock jerking. “No, not a dad, Ridge. You called me Daddy.” He seized the back of my neck and dragged me in closer. I struggled but didn’t win against his strength. His breath tickled my lips. “Daddy Dom. Ever heard of that?”

I had. Fuck, I hadn’t meant it that way.

His chuckles told me I didn’t have to answer him, my tensing giving the answer away. “Good. Now you’re my boy, and I’m going to fuck you like I do our pup, and he’s going to watch every second.”

“Father—”

“Daddy. You will call me Daddy while we’re in private, am I clear?” The dominance in his tone made me shudder. Precum beaded at my slit and a drop slid down the length of my cock. The feeling inside me was beyond excitement now. I was verging on pure ecstasy. I’d never imagined being fucked by another dude, especially not my dad, but I wanted it. I craved it as much as I did fucking Saint.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Get on the bed, boy. I’m going to teach you a lesson about taking my scotch and breaking my furniture.”

My feet moved automatically, and he released me so I could shuffle over to the bed. I unknotted the towel and got onto the bed beside Saint, dropping to my back. Saint turned his head, watching me, but I didn’t look at him. Heat flooded my cheeks as Dad walked toward us. My cock stood tall, and I imagined I was feeling everything Saint had over the last three days.

I was too horny to be embarrassed. Instead, I spread my legs. I wanted my Daddy to fuck me.

Daddy smirked. “Look at my good boy. Such a pretty little slut, like our pup.”

I glanced at Saint then, and he tilted his head. We leaned in together, kissing roughly. We were past the point of fucked up, so I was ready to go all the way.

8

SAINT

Ridge’s lips were slick and hot on mine, demanding that I give in and be pliant for him, but not in the same way as Uncle Bowie. No, my mouth ached when Uncle Bowie was done kissing me. Ridge had a desire to consume me, and Uncle Bowie had a need to own and control me.

Fuck, why is it all so hot?

My hard dick throbbed because Uncle Bowie had taken me right to the edge while he was fucking me as he waited for Ridge, but I hadn’t had enough time to get off—and now I was trembling all over. My nipples were tiny aching points on my chest. My lube-slicked hole felt empty and I wanted it stuffed full again. As much as I had zero desire to admit it, I needed someone to fuck me soon.

And I wanted it rough, just like Uncle Bowie had smashed into me.

A low, satisfied growl made my dick pulse and my need almost choked me. Uncle Bowie rubbed his hand along my hip as he got on the bed. He pushed me slightly, and I leaned back, instinctively following the unspoken command. Ridge’s eyes were closed and he licked his lips. I darted a quick look at Uncle Bowie, but his attention was all for Ridge right now. My heart twisted. While I was very hurt over my parents and what they’d done, I felt awful that Ridge wanted love from Uncle Bowie so badly that he had his thighs spread wide, waiting for his father to slam into his body and fill him up with the same spunk that had created him.

This was all so very fucked up. I slid my hand down to my dick and stroked it lightly as a tawdry heat sizzled through me like lightning.

“Come here, pup,” Uncle Bowie said, shocking me. I’d thought he would simply lube up and start pounding away into Ridge—even though I doubted my cousin was ready for that—but Uncle Bowie grabbed my hair. My choices were to move or—ouch!—be pulled. I had no option except to squirm down the bed until I was between Ridge’s muscled thighs while he watched me with his brown eyes just a bit too wide. A small, confused furrow formed on Ridge’s brow.

Uncle Bowie tickled his fingers along Ridge’s hip and followed the line of his Adonis belt, which had Ridge moaning decadently and thrusting his hard dick so that it swung. Uncle Bowie shook my head around with his grip in my hair, and the burn on my scalp was both irritating and sensual. The pain had my balls feeling full.