Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I’m so consumed by the moment, I don’t hear the other fireman groaning until Zeke ends the kiss. I tuck my face into Zeke’s neck and peek over his shoulder to find some of them reaching into their uniform pants, their hands moving in quick jerks, their attention trained on me.
“Look at her. Fuck,” one of them grits out. “Still not sure who she belongs to.”
“Both of them,” I answer, reaching back to tug Nick closer before he can charge the group, so I’m sandwiched in between him and Zeke. “Only them.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nick
I still want to kill everyone in the firehouse who owns a pair of testicles.
But as I follow Zeke—who’s carrying Penny—into the locker room upstairs, I can’t stop the glow of pride spreading in my chest. Zeke and I were prepared to take on a dozen men to keep them from Penny. We would have succeeded, too, because no man loses a fight over a female like her. Not when they’ve gotten a taste. Of her body. Of her worry and concern. Of the whole package.
She belongs to us now and I don’t care who knows. I’m old-fashioned to the bone and sharing a woman is not conventional. But won’t sharing Penny with Zeke be a million miles more satisfying than having a different woman all to myself? Fuck yeah. She was mine the moment I laid eyes on her, but right beside me, another man was having the same experience. I have to try and respect that, difficult though it’s proving. The ongoing struggle to share is between the three of us, though. Any outsider who’s got a problem with us can deliver their complaints to my right fist.
I flip the lock on the door, then turn to watch as Zeke sets Penny down in between two rows of lockers. She sways into him, closing her eyes as he caresses her cheek. Yeah, Zeke’s touch is comforting, but when he speaks, his voice is anything but. “She didn’t stay home where it’s safe,” he says, the smoke he inhaled making him hoarse. “What are we going to do about that?”
They both look at me and purpose sinks into my bones. Already it’s understood that I’m the disciplinarian—and I like that role just fine. In fact, I love it. It’s everything I need and want and crave. “Take off your shorts, Penny. And pull down your panties.”
Her eyes grow wide, mouth parting in surprise. “But, Daddy—”
“You knew there would be consequences for breaking the rules.” I loosen my belt while walking toward her. “You broke them anyway.”
Penny crosses her arms, a clean indication she’s not going to obey me.
“Do you need some help doing what you’re told?”
She starts to stomp off, but Zeke catches her around the waist, drawing her back against his chest, locking her arms at her sides. “Has to be done, baby. We can’t keep you safe if you go running around in the middle of night wearing clothes that belong at the beach.” I begin unfastening her shorts and lowering the zipper while Zeke continues to speak in her ear. “If we’d come five minutes later, those men would have done things they’d be ashamed of in the morning. They wouldn’t have been able to help it. You turn men into fucking animals, Penny.”
“Your father knew it. That’s part of the reason why he asked us to protect you.” Zeke’s eyes flash at my phrasing—part of the reason—and I realize our discussion about the men who killed Penny’s father is way overdue. Later. “Now your Daddy and your big brother know it. If my belt on your ass if the only way to make you obey rules meant to keep you safe, so be it.”
Wasting no more time, I take a seat on the bench and yank down Penny’s shorts and panties, shaking my head over her perfect cunt. Soon. I’ll be inside it soon. Now, though, I catch her wrist and draw her closer, turning her face down over my lap. “Please, don’t,” she cries. “I’m sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I am,” I rasp, smoothing a hand over her beautiful ass cheeks, cupping them in my palm. “Going to spank it now. And fuck it later. One is a punishment. The other is Daddy’s God-given right, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
Penny doesn’t answer, only squirming on my outstretched thighs.
With a flick of my wrist, I snap the belt down on her supple ass. “Isn’t it my right to put my cock in your tight, pink asshole, little girl?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” Jesus, I’m already beginning to sweat, my cock thickening with hot, pulsing blood. “Are you going to obey your men next time?”
“I’m going to try,” she whimpers.
I raise the belt and leave another strap mark on her left cheek, the smacking sound following by a choked cry of “Daddy!”