All Yours, Daddies

SARAH Jaxon, for one, looks a lot more mature. He was 23 the last time I saw him. That was six years ago, a few days before my wedding. They had offered to throw me a bridal shower as a wedding gift which I refused. They were—and are still known to be sex gods. Since I had a crush on them, there was no way I was letting them throw my bridal shower. As I continue to stare at them, Jaxon leans to whisper something into Malachi’s ear. Their eyes remain fixed on me. Malachi’s lips thin into a smirk as he speaks to Ronan. Ronan’s eyes narrow on me, and I swallow hard and look away. My heartbeat increases rapidly, and I find myself panting. I place my hand on my chest and take in deep breaths to steady myself. The club suddenly became two times hotter, and sweat had formed a pool between my legs. It was like Aaron said. I was 21 years the last time I saw them. I was hot then. What did they think of me now? Do they share in Aaron’s sentiment? Do I look like a prude now? Gosh. I suddenly

SARAH Their driver from last night insists on taking me home. He says they would kill him if they find out he let me take a taxi home. I don’t want to ride in their car. I can’t risk them knowing where I live. So, I take his offer, but I only allow him drive me to the club from last night. I thank him and find my car in the parking lot. As I sit in it, I realize that I have to return to a place that was once my home. I realize that the fundamentals of my marriage have changed, and what I thought would be happily ever after for my husband and I have turned out to be anything but. I shake my head to fight back the gut wrenching feeling of disappointment as I turn the key in ignition and bring the engine to life. When I’m home, I barely shut the front door before Aaron’s voice cuts through the house. He’s standing on the foot of the staircase in blue cargo pants and a white vest. Yes. He’s not dressed for work because he doesn’t work. All he did years ago was help me start my insuranc

SARAH “How do you know that? Are you watching me?”He chuckles, a rich sound that has my nipples turning to rock hard pebbles. “Why does it matter? You want me to.”“I don’t…”“I see you like your gifts.” “You’re insane if you think that.” I manage a retort. He sounds so relaxed while I’m fighting hard not to show any symptoms of my arousal. They were all fucking crazy, and it made me so fucking horny. “Oh? Am I?” He laughs again.“You’re telling me you didn’t think of the Diamond choker around your neck, the lingerie on your sexy body, and the handcuffs binding your hands while we take turns to fuck you?” I part my lips to speak, but no words come out. “You saw it, didn’t you? Ronan in your pussy and Malachi in your ass while I fuck your mouth.” Shit. I saw it then, and I can see it now. I reach for my pussy with my right hand. While he speaks, I sneak my fingers into the shorts of my PJ, spread my legs open on my study chair, and slowly rub my clit with my fingers. “Fuck,

SARAH Ronan holds Aaron’s hands in his for an uncomfortable amount of seconds. I watch his gaze drop to my husband’s other hand, and a wicked grin flashed in his eyes. It makes me fake a cough to clear my throat, anxious. It’s almost like he’s contemplating cutting my husband’s arm off and deriving so much joy from the imagination. “Uhmm, I’m sorry. But I think we need to go inside right now. The event’s about to start.” I reach for Aaron’s arm and take it from Ronan’s. He gives me a curt nod. “I’ll see you around, Sarah.”Something about the way he says my name makes my stomach twist into a tight knot. Aaron and I walk hand in hand into the hall, but I can’t stop thinking about Ronan. It’s worse when his name is on the tongue of every person in the hall. The HawkThornes, although very powerful, are known to separate themselves from events of the elite. Everyone is wondering why he is here, while trying to speak to him. It’s a good thing, it takes his eyes off me every now and t

SARAH My stomach twists into a tight painful knot. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can tell from the text that he’s mad about something, but I have no idea what it is. Has someone taken a viral picture of Ronan and I? I shake my head. No. That can’t be it. Ronan would have called me to tell me. Has Kevin decided to call me first? Does he want to hear from me before deciding how best to take their lives? I run my fingers from my forehead down the length of my hair as I grunt in frustration. “Fuck.” I hiss. Quickly, I get dressed, hide my vibrator, and clean up my dressing stool. I am about to pick up my phone to call when my phone rings again. I hesitate before answering, forcing a smile as the call connects. “Two times in one week, Kev. I hate to say it, but I’m beginning to feel like you’re addicted to me at this point, and you’re trying to think of a way to tell me you want to come back to Durmont.” I laugh and shake my head as he frowns at me. “What is it, brother? Have you finally re