DADDY'S BEST FRIENDS: Filthy Short Erotica Collections

Chapter 1

The doorbell rang just as I was coming down the stairs, still in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts. No bra. No panties. My nipples were already tight from the cool air blowing through the open windows.

I knew who it was before I even opened the door.

Mike, Jax, and Kane stood on the porch like they owned the place. All three of them in their mid-forties, tall and built, looking way too good for men who were supposed to be “keeping an eye on me” while Dad was gone on his two-week golf trip in Dubai.

Kane grinned first, his eyes dropping straight to my chest before flicking back up to my face. “Hey, princess. Your dad said we should crash here so you’re not alone. Hope we’re not interrupting anything.”

Mike’s deep voice rolled out next, calm and low. “We brought dinner. Figured we’d settle in the guest rooms and make sure the house doesn’t burn down while he’s away.”

Jax didn’t speak right away. He just looked at me, those dark eyes slow and heavy, like he could already smell how wet I was getting just from them standing there. His sleeves were rolled up, thick forearms on display, and I had to force myself not to stare.

I swallowed hard, trying to sound casual. “You guys really don’t have to stay. I’m twenty-one. I can handle two weeks by myself.”

Kane laughed and stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, the other two following right behind him. He set the six-pack of beer on the kitchen counter and turned, his gaze sliding down my bare legs. “Nah, sweetheart. We promised your old man. Besides… we wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you while we’re supposed to be protecting you.”

My pussy throbbed at the word protecting. The way he said it felt dirty, like a threat wrapped in a promise.

Mike started unpacking the food — Chinese takeout, by the smell of it —in while Jax leaned against the island, arms crossed, still watching me. The silence stretched until it felt thick enough to choke on.

I shifted on my feet, suddenly aware that my shorts barely covered my ass and my nipples were poking obviously against the thin fabric of my shirt.

“You look like you just got out of bed,” Kane said, voice teasing but lower than usual. He popped open a beer and handed one to each of the others before offering me one. “Rough day?”

“Not really,” I muttered, taking the cold bottle. Our fingers brushed and a spark shot straight between my legs. “Just… didn’t expect company tonight.”

Jax finally spoke, his voice quiet and rough. “We can leave if you want us to, Riley.”

But the way he said my name made it clear he didn’t mean it. None of them did.

I took a long sip of beer, the cold liquid doing nothing to cool the heat building low in my belly. “No… it’s fine. Stay.”

Kane’s grin widened. “Good girl.”

Those two words hit me like ice. My thighs pressed together instinctively and I felt a fresh gush of wetness soak my shorts. I turned quickly toward the cabinets, pretending to look for plates, but I knew they’d all seen the way my body reacted.

Dinner was simple — boxes opened on the counter, chopsticks and beer, the four of us standing around the kitchen island like it was any normal night. But nothing about this felt normal.

Mike asked about school. Jax asked if I needed anything fixed around the house. Kane kept cracking jokes that got dirtier the more beer we drank.

Every time one of them laughed, every time their eyes lingered on my legs or my chest, my mind flashed back to all the nights I’d fucked myself thinking about them.

Mike pinning me down and calling me his good little girl while he fucked me slow and deep.

Jax’s hand around my throat while he whispered filthy things in my ear.

Kane making me ride him so he could slap my ass red and watch his thick cock stretch me open.

I was so lost in the fantasy that I didn’t realize I’d been staring at Kane’s hands until he spoke.

“Riley.” His voice had that teasing edge again. “You okay over there? You’re looking a little… distracted.”

My cheeks burned. I set my beer down too hard. “I’m fine.”

Jax tilted his head, studying me. “You sure? You’ve been quiet.”

Mike leaned closer, his big frame crowding the space. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell us. We’re here to take care of you, remember?”

The air in the kitchen suddenly felt too hot. Too small. My heart beats fast against my ribs and my pussy was aching so badly I could feel my clit throbbing with every heartbeat.

I opened my mouth, not even sure what was going to come out.

And that’s when Kane stepped around the island, close enough that I could smell his cologne, dark, expensive and masculine.

He looked down at me, voice dropping low. “Come on, princess. We’ve known you your whole life. You can be honest with us.”

My breath caught.

Honest.

If I was honest right now, I’d tell them I’d been fantasizing about all three of them fucking me senseless for years.

If I was honest, I’d admit I was already soaking wet just from them being in the same room.

If I was honest…

I might beg them to ruin me tonight.