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“Are you feeling more rested?” he asked politely.
Her voice died. This was completely surreal, an anomaly in her pitifully sheltered life. How did she conduct a civilized conversation with a stranger while a cock throbbed in her ass? Was there a manual she was supposed to study beforehand, because that would’ve been really handy.
Daddy kissed her hair. “Callie’s social skills are evolving, Eli, but she gets overwhelmed. We have a tendency to overthink things, don’t we, sweetness?”
She nodded, liking his use ofwe. It wasn’t an accusation, a verbal finger of judgement jabbing at her faults. He understood she was different, that her coping processes were skewed, but what would Elias think?
Stupid, childish little girl.
Immature. Useless. Worthless.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. It must be quite intimidating to be alone with two men when social interaction has been limited. Why don’t I take care of ordering room service and give her a few moments to settle?”
“Are you hungry, Callie?”
God, no. Food was the very last thing on her mind. She was more concerned about the wetness trickling between her legs, imagining the mess she was making on the leather. “I-I’m good?”
“Yes, you are,” Evander murmured in her ear. “A very good girl.”
Awkward pleasure brought a flush to her face. Eyes darting to Elias, she clenched in response to the hungry expression he wasn’t bothering to conceal. Yet he hadn’t said one wrong word, or done anything to make her feel uncomfortable.
“We’ll order something later,” Daddy decided, stroking his fingers along her belly beneath the blanket. With his other hand, he grabbed the remote for the TV, holding it out for her. “Pick the first movie, babygirl.”
Reluctantly, she eased one arm out from beneath the safety of the blanket and took the plastic box. Her taste in movies was eclectic, and she didn’t want to spend the evening boring them with something they didn’t want to watch. “Elias should choose.”
The man in question rubbed his thumb along his lower lip thoughtfully. “Ladies first, little one.”
The pad of her thumb brushed over the remote keys, back and forth. When Daddy cleared his throat gently, she brought up the menu on screen, scrolling through the selection blindly, weighing up all the options.
Panic filled her when she couldn’t decide.
“Breathe, Callie. We don’t mind what you choose.”
She almost threw the remote across the room. Her anxiety swelled, causing her to squirm in an effort to escape the claustrophobic sensation of making a decision. The noise she made was part frustration, part arousal as the burn in her ass flared.
Evander groaned.
He covered her hand with his, and together they pressed select on a random movie.
Relief was instantaneous, the pressure removed.
“A Tolkien fan,” Elias commented with approval. There was a smirk tugging at his mouth, telling her he knew what was going on, but apparently he was being a gentleman and not mentioning it. “It’s been a while since I’ve seenThe Hobbit. An excellent choice, little one.”
More relief filtered through her physical discomfort, along with pride that she pleased him—which was kind of messed up when it wasn’t Elias she should worry about making happy.
It didn’t matter though, when Evander kissed a line up the side of her jaw, murmuring, “Good job, sweetness. Think you can sit still again?”
Without waiting for an answer, he launched into a discussion with Elias about the contrasts between Tolkien’s books and their transition into movies. After several minutes, they grew quiet, their attention veering onto the action on screen.
Or so Callie thought.
The stroke of Evander’s fingers across her belly lulled her, keeping her arousal simmering at a low boil. As she relaxed into him fully, her busy brain captured by the movie, those digits moved down, teasing the edge of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
A few more minutes of soft caresses, then he moved again, this time skimming up and down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She cringed as she felt his fingertips skate through the dampness of her juices, then moaned when he nipped her earlobe.
“I think your pussy wants some attention, sweetness,” he whispered.
“Please?” Her eyes darted to Elias, who glanced in her direction with a wink.
