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And I couldn’t get enough.
CHAPTER 13
Anastasia
Isat in Caden’s lap for a long time as my heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm. I gasped softly, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping me. His strong arms encircled my waist, creating a sense of security and intimacy that sent shivers down my spine.
My gaze met his, and there was a depth in his dark eyes that both intrigued and comforted me. As I shifted to find a more comfortable position, the subtle hardness of his chest beneath my back added to the thrill. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the three of us and no one else.
But then it all came rushing back.
I carefully unraveled myself from Caden’s lap, acutely aware of the gaze that lingered on me, and I swallowed hard, trying to collect my thoughts in a rush and utterly failing.
“I think I’ve had enough for now,” I murmured, offering a small smile and glancing towards my plate and then at thetwo of them. As I stood, a swirl of emotions enveloped me—satisfaction, desire, and a twinge of uncertainty.
I grabbed my panties off the table, but I didn’t put them back on. I wasn’t going to, not in front of them at least.
What had happened already was shameful enough…
“I’m going to go take a shower and get dressed.” I excused myself from the kitchen, feeling the weight of their eyes on me.
“You’ll let us know if you need anything, won’t you?” Connor asked, tilting his head as he studied my face.
“I will, Daddy,” I replied, saying the last word in a rush because I was still trying to grapple with why those two syllables made my pussy clench and my nipples harden into sharp little spikes.
Retreating back to my room, I closed the door behind me, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. The events of the morning played like a vivid reel in my mind, and a rush of air escaped my lungs as I tried to swallow the fact that I’d not only been spanked again, but made to come by each one of them in front of the other.
How was I going to face them after this?
In an attempt to repair my dignity, I strode into the bathroom and pulled off my nightshirt, turning to see the sight of my bright red ass in the mirror. I reached down to brush my fingers against my scalded flesh, immediately taken aback by the heat emanating from my sore cheeks.
My clit pulsed a second later, and I rushed to look away from the mirror.
I was going to take a shower. That would make me feel better. I turned on the water and climbed in when steam started to rise inside the grey marble tiled stall.
The warm water cascaded down, soothing my senses as I stood beneath the steady stream. I couldn’t shake the image of Connor and Caden, their eyes fixed on me as I broke apart right in front of them.
As I lathered up with soap, I pondered the intricate dynamics that had unfolded. Sharing? The very notion sent a torrent of conflicting feelings through me. It was exhilarating yet unnerving, a daring fantasy that had unexpectedly transformed into a tangible reality. My mind raced with questions, doubts, and desires, each thought echoing in the confines of the shower.
How had this happened? What did it mean for me and the Murphy brothers? Did they really want to share me? Did they care about me, or was this some way to fulfill their own sordid fantasy?
I didn’t know.
I shampooed and conditioned my hair with deliberate slowness, taking my time and enjoying the feel of the hot water against my skin. My bottom stung against the heat, but I ignored it as best as I could, which wasn’t very much.
In the moment, the spatula had stung more than I’d thought possible, but now? Now the image of me bent over the table with Connor paddling me made me want to reach between my thighs and make myself come, despite the fact that I’d had two mind-blowing orgasms already.
Maybe this could work out after all.
I washed my body, taking great care to be gentle between my legs and over the scalded flesh of my bare cheeks. When I finally emerged from the shower, the bathroom was filled with steam and the lingering scent of lavender.
Wrapping myself in a fluffy towel, I gazed at myself in the mirror, attempting to find clarity in my own reflection.
I was just as uncertain as I was relieved to not have to choose between them. It was just hard to believe that this sort of thing could happen to a girl like me.
A part of me felt guilty that I was more torn up about the possibilities between myself, Connor, and Caden than about the loss of my father.
Truthfully, though, I’d never been close to my family, other than my mother. My hand reached up to touch the locket still safely clasped around my neck, and I sighed. There was a twinge of sadness that rattled through me.
