Kept by her Daddies – Harem of Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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You can be that and still submit to someone you trust. Let them take control to give you a break from . . . well, me to start with.

Urgh. She had to stop thinking about what it would be like to actually belong to Ian and Jack. Even for a small while.

With a sigh, she tried to concentrate on the television, but it wasn’t working. Nothing was distracting her.

What if Uncle Willy was confused? What if he needed her?

Would it really matter if she got up and did some yoga? Her hip wasn’t feeling that bad. Perhaps she could slip out of the bedroom, check on Uncle Willy, and then head up to the roof deck where her yoga mat was.

Surely swimming would be good for her hip too? Perhaps she should get into her bathing suit.

Actually, no. That seemed like too much effort.

After Jameson left, Jack had picked her up and carried her upstairs. Ian had followed with an ice pack. They were supposed to be coming back to run a bath for her. That had been over an hour ago.

They’ve forgotten you.

Moving to the side of the bed, she stood and tested her weight.

Pfft. That hardly hurt at all.

It was a three at worst.

Opening the door to the bedroom, she peeked out. Okay, she felt like some sort of clandestine spy . . . it was kind of fun.

What could her number be? Secret Agent 26. She giggled to herself.

Shoot.

Playing in the bouncy castle yesterday had made her Little side want to come out and play more.

She wanted Jack to be her fun Daddy. Ian to be her stern Daddy.

And Jameson . . . nope. She wasn’t going there.

He was not sexy Daddy. Or doctor Daddy.

Yum . . . medical roleplay. She loved reading books with medical play and watching those scenes at the club.

Walking carefully across the hall, she knocked on her uncle’s door and stepped in.

“Hello, dear. Are you all right?” Uncle Willy frowned. “The grouchy one said your hip was hurting you and that they would check in regularly on me until you were up and moving better.”

“They’re fussing over nothing. I’m fine. Are you all right? How is your headache?”

“Feeling much better. I think I’ll be up and moving around tomorrow. We need to get started on the pre-wedding photos.”

“They can wait, Uncle Willy.”

He watched her with shrewd eyes as she moved closer. “Fussing over nothing, hmm? You can’t kid a kidder, my dear. You’ve been doing too much.”

“Hardly. I am all good. Now, what do you need?”

“You’re worried about me because I had a fall. Only, I don’t remember what happened.”

She walked over and sat on the bed facing him. She lowered herself gingerly. Okay, maybe the more time she spent on her hip, the more painful it became.

“You don’t know why you got up during the night?” she asked.

“Perhaps I wanted a drink of water. I had been drinking with Isobelle and Frost, then I came home and went to bed. When I woke up, I was in the hospital.”

Crap.

She wanted to lecture him on drinking with the medication he was on. But it was too late now.

“Don’t give me that look, my dear. I know it was ill-advised.” He patted her hand. “Are you all right? Is looking after me becoming too much?”

“Never, Uncle Willy.” She took hold of his hand. “I love you. You’re one of my favorite people in the world. The only family who has ever accepted me. You took me in when I needed you most.”

“That’s what family is for. And you are never obligated to me. Understand? I want you to live your life and not be tied to an old chap.”

“I’m not,” she said fiercely. “And you’re not old.”

“You’re right. I’m not. I’m in the best years of my life.”

She grinned.

“Although your mother thinks differently.”

“Has she been texting you?” Maggie asked worriedly. She needed to text her mother back. She’d been putting it off and that never went well.

She reached for her hair to tug on it.

No, Maggie.

“Please, I blocked her ages ago.” He ran his hand through the air.

“You know how to block someone?” she asked, shocked.

“Not hard to work out how to hit delete.”

She giggled. “Oh my God! She told me that you stopped answering her texts. I thought you were just ignoring her.”

“Really, it’s the only way to deal with Heather,” he muttered. “Don’t let them get to you, dear. You’re bloody brilliant. Talented. Smart.”

Sure she was.

That’s why she was so lost.

“Thanks, Uncle Willy. I love you.”

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too. But you need to start living. Give me some grandbabies.”

“Grandbabies?” she asked, drawing back.

“Well, you are the daughter I never had. Since your own parents are atrocious people, I thought I would claim you as mine.”

She sniffled. “I’d like that.”


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