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“Good, I’m so proud of you both already. You’re each so beautifully responsive, and if you trust me to make this good for all three of us, if you’ll give me that control—”
I moan, and Yaz makes a sexy little sound of pure yearning that I feel down to my very soul.
Daddy smiles, the expression hot and dirty and tender and sweet, all at the same time, as if he doesn’t mind that kind of interruption. “Just remember that my first priority is always going to be taking care of you. If you’re not enjoying something, we stop. Can you promise me to speak up if you need to?”
He includes both of us in the question, and my stomach starts to squirm with excitement again. My dick is already hard enough to pound nails, so it’s kind of hard to imagine wanting any of this to stop.
It’s actually kind of crazy how turned on I am, because other than that single, hot-as-fuck kiss he gave me back at the hut, neither of them has really touched me yet.
Still, I nod for him, already eager for another “good boy.”
He gives it to me, but Yaz is pouting… and she hasn’t said yes.
“Is there a problem, little girl?” Henry asks her, a twinkle in his eye that tells me for sure he’s already caught on to how she is, and enjoys every bit of it.
She looks up at him through her lashes, batting them innocently. “Yes, Daddy. What if I can’t speak up?”
I don’t get it at first, but Daddy does. He laughs, low and dirty, and grabs her chin, rubbing his thumb across her lips until she parts them enough that he can slip it inside. “If your mouth is too full to speak, sweetheart, then I’m sure we can improvise.”
He leans in and kisses her hard, and then—while she’s panting a little from that—he turns to me and gives me a gentler but very thorough kiss that feels like a claiming.
God, I want it to be.
When he lets me go, he points to the center of his bedroom. “I want you to both stand up and give Daddy a little show now. Just the two of you. I was watching you on the dance floor earlier, and you’re fucking beautiful together. This time, though, I’m going to be in charge.”
“You want us to dance for you?” Yaz asks a little breathlessly, scrambling to her feet and dragging me off the bed, too.
“I want you to do what I tell you to,” Daddy says in a low growl.
A shudder of pure want rocks through my body. I’m not sure what turns me on more, what he actually said, or that tone, but when I meet Yasmin’s eyes, I can see everything I need to there. She feels exactly the same. Daddy is claiming us, and it only binds us together more tightly.
She finds every bit of this just as hot as I do, but even more than how hot it is, it takes a kind of pressure off both of us that we hadn’t been willing to acknowledge before, and replaces it with a freedom to let go in ways we’d never been able to on our own.
“Kiss her, Cade,” Daddy says as my cock tries to break free of its confinement and lead me to the promised land.
I pull Yaz in for a kiss, moaning into her sweet mouth as I grind it against her stomach.
Kissing her is as familiar as breathing and has always been good. This doesn’t feel different… but somehow, it still feels like more.
“That’s beautiful,” Daddy murmurs just as I start to get lost in it. “Now run your hands through her hair and hold her head tightly, then tip it back and leave a mark on her neck.”
“Sophia will shit herself,” Yasmin says with a breathless laugh as she lets me do it. “Wedding photos are tomorrow.”
“Sophia’s not in charge here,” Daddy says, his eyes locked onto us as he drinks in every move we make. “There you go, sweet boy. Now let your hands move down her back until you’re—perfect, that’s right.”
He groans, and I cup Yasmin’s lush ass and squeeze it as I suck at the pulse point at the bottom of her throat, making her hiss out a long breath, then rock back into my touch.
Daddy chuckles, his voice husky. “Still stings, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, clutching my shoulder.
“Let’s take a look. I want to see if I left any color on your beautiful skin.” She starts to push me away, reaching for the closure on her dress, and Daddy makes a sharp sound, stopping her in her tracks. “No. Start with Cade, sweetheart. Help him out of his clothes. Let’s give that hard cock he’s done such a good job keeping his hands off a little breathing room.”
“God. Yes, please,” I say before I can stop myself, fighting back the urge to help as Yaz starts to unbutton my shirt. I glance over at Henry, hoping he’ll tell me to help, but he just gives me a heated smile that’s somehow even better, even though it means I have to wait.
He likes this.
Likes that I looked to him first.
