Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Daddy Stetson is somewhere in between their sizes with thick muscles and a small belly. He is the one that always tells me how pretty I am and that everything I do is amazing. His words make me feel special, and it’s why I like talking to him.
After a moment of watching them, I feel the ice water running down my stomach and realize I’ve been watching them so intently that I wasn’t paying attention and spilled some down my dress. I squeak as I hold it away from me, and then I look up to see all my daddies staring at me.
“I thought y’all could use a cold drink,” I say and try to laugh off my silly mistake.
Daddy Dalton swallows hard as he looks at me, and Daddy Rowdy wipes his hand down his face.
“Come on over here, sugar britches,” Daddy Stetson says. “You’re right; we could all use a taste.”
“Stetson,” Daddy Rowdy says in a warning tone, but he ignores him.
I hold the pitcher out for them, and Daddy Rowdy takes it from my hands. He puts it to his lips, and I watch as his throat moves while he gulps. Something about the way he’s watching me as he licks his lips makes me fidget while I stand there. Heat blooms all over me, and I’m not entirely sure it’s from the hot temperature.
“You sure do look pretty today,” Daddy Stetson says before he takes the pitcher and begins to drink.
“I’d give you a hug, but I’m all sweaty,” Daddy Dalton says, but I just shrug.
“You know I don’t mind.” I smile up at him sweetly, and he growls playfully before scooping me up in his arms. “Oh my gosh you are sweaty.” I giggle loudly as he holds me tightly against him, and I feel something hard against my stomach. He must have left a hammer in his pants by mistake.
“I like rubbing it on you,” Daddy Dalton teases then gives me a quick kiss on the lips. They’ve been doing that a lot lately except I didn’t get my goodbye kisses this morning. As if reading my mind, he gives me another one. “I had to make up for missing it this morning.”
“I should get mine too,” Daddy Rowdy says as he passes the ice water to Daddy Dalton and reaches for me.
Daddy Rowdy pulls me in for a hug, and he smells like clean sweat and fresh hay. He’s got something in his pocket too because I feel it poke my stomach as his hands slide around my back and he pulls me close. His lips are on mine, but instead of pulling them away quickly like he usually does, his tongue comes out.
I gasp, and when I look up, I see mischief in his eyes.
“I’m still thirsty,” he says, and I laugh.
“Oh right. It’s so hot out.”
“I’m thirsty too,” Daddy Stetson says and reaches for me.
Before I know it, I’m pressed up against his big sweaty body that smells so good and reminds me that I’m safe. When Daddy Stetson goes to get his kiss, he too licks inside my mouth. I let him do it because I know they’re out here working hard, and if this is what they need, then I’m happy to help.
“Y’all ran out this morning without giving me one.” I pout a little as Daddy Stetson puts me on my feet. His hands linger on my bottom, but it feels nice that he’s holding me securely so that I don’t fall. Sometimes I’m clumsy.
“You had us worked up,” Daddy Dalton says, and I turn to him.
“Worked up how? I made breakfast.”
“It’s all right, sugar britches. You didn’t mean to do it,” Daddy Stetson says. “But the thing is, we’ve been having a hard time concentrating since then.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Daddy Rowdy is quick to say. “But maybe you can help us out so that we can get back to work.” He rubs his hand over the front of his jeans, and I wonder if the thing he’s got in there is making it hard to work.
“You know I’m always happy to help. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” I say, eager to do whatever they need.
“That’s our good girl,” Daddy Dalton says as he moves closer. In fact, all three of them are crowding around me. “It’s time you did a few extra chores so that we can focus on work. We can’t walk around like this all day.” He rubs the front of his jeans too.
I notice that Daddy Dalton has something in his jeans too, and a quick glance at Daddy Stetson confirms all three of my daddies are having trouble.
“I think whatever this is might be the problem.” I reach out and touch the front of Daddy Dalton, and when I rub my hand over the bulge, he groans. “Does it hurt?”