Page 217 of Daddies' Captive


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He glanced away.

“I don’t know much about being in a relationship, let alone one with two men. But I figure that nothing works without clear communication. And we said we’d try. So here goes . . . we aren’t just letting you be a part of this, Grady. Without you, there is nothis. Because I don’t want to be without you. I want you in my life, Thomas Grady. Forever.”

He gaped down at her.

“And I know it’s probably too soon. And you might think you need to run for the hills because this crazy woman just said she wants you forever. But you know what? I’m going to run after you, Thomas Grady! And then when I catch you, I’m going to tackle you. And then I’m gonna be really mad because I don’t like to run! This body wasn’t made for running. These boobs need a heavy-duty, super-strength sports bra before they even think about running. So when I tackle you, I’ll likely have poked myself in the eye with one of my tits. But I don’t care. Because you are a part of this. So deep in that you’re woven into the fabric . . . and are you ever gonna to shut me up? Because I really think you should.”

He drew her to him, one arm around her lower back, the other around the back of her neck. Then, dipping her slightly, he kissed her. It was a vulnerable position, if he let go, he could drop her. But she just held on and kissed him too.

When he drew away, his lips were twitching.

“Poked yourself in the eye?”

“Shut up,” she muttered.

Effie!

Shut up, Nan!

“Your tits need a heavy-duty, super-strength sports bra?” A chuckle escaped him.

“Shut up!” She pushed at his chest.

“You’d chase me down and tackle me?” This was said in a quieter voice, his face soft. Gentle.

“Shut up,” she whispered back. Darn it. She wiped at her eyes. “Leaking.”

“Little one.” He cupped her cheeks. “I messed up last night. And then I thought I’d messed everything up just before when I lost my temper. And now, you’re giving me so much sweetness I don’t even know what to do with it.”

“Well, you’re doing the same,” she defended.

“I just spanked your ass red.”

“I shouldn’t push. It’s all right if you don’t want to sleep with me. I might kick in my sleep. Damon didn’t say anything, but then again, he kept me plastered to his chest for most of the night, his hands on my ass so I couldn’t move. Maybe he was worried I’d kick. Or I could get all sweaty and stinky between the two of you. That would be gross. Or I might drool. No one likes sleeping with a drooler. Or a snorer. Brooks has never said that I snore, but I might. Oh God. What if I snore?”

He drew her into his chest, kissing the top of her head. “Little one, me not wanting to sleep with you both had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. You know I can struggle with intimacy. And there’s nothing more intimate than cuddling a woman all night.”

“So you’ve got no problem with sticking your tongue in my pussy, but you draw the line at cuddling?”

He let out a small bark of laughter. “Yep.”

“And they say that women can be illogical. Sheesh.”

“I’m a bit messed up.”

“We’re all messed up.”

“What did Nan say to you before?”

Well. Hell.

She should have realized he’d ask her that. She cleared her throat. “She said don’t rock the boat and that I should be grateful for what anyone would give me.”

His hold on her tightened. “Fuck. Fuck that shit, Effie. I know I’ve already said it, but we need to get her out of your head.”

“Know anyone who can perform an exorcism?” She winced at the poor joke.

“No, and I’m thinking that more than an exorcism, you perhaps need to talk to someone about this. Someone who has the tools to help you extricate her from your brain.”

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