LOGINCLOE POV Max pulled up outside mine, and the car wasn’t even stationary as I opened the door. He took my wrist, held me back. “Cloe, wait. I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have… we could go home, talk about this… think things through…” “Stop,” I said. “I have to ask. I have to know.” I took a moment to stare at him, and he was worried. Scared. His mouth was tight and his eyes were sad and lost and nothing like the Max I worked with all day. But I didn’t have time for that, not right now. “I have to do this,” I said. “Please, let me go, Max.” I tugged my wrist from him. “This is becoming a habit, me spouting my mouth off and sending you running home.” “This isn’t the same,” I said. And it wasn’t, it wasn’t the same at all. “I’m running for answers, not running away. I’m all in, with you and Soren, whether you spout your mouth off or not. Ok?” He nodded but didn’t smile. “I’ll wait for you,” he said. “You don’t have to…” “I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere, Cloe. Take as l
MAX POV Cloe groaned in frustration when she noticed what I was doing. “What?” she said. “Why are we stopping?” “We’re stopping because I want to say something. Because it’s important.” I turned to face her. “You have nobody doubting you, nobody trying to knock you down, or see you fail. The only person you have to prove anything to is you, Cloe.” She shook her head, scoffed at me. “Me, right. Sure. And Verity, and Ryan sperm-donor Macau and their whole fucking family, Max.” “Why so?” “Because they expect me to fail,” she said. “They want me to fail. That’s why I’m even in this internship programme.” I raised my eyebrows, but she shook her head. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true. Not for you, who wants the best for everyone, but for them. For them it’s all a stupid game. One silly gold envelope and an awkward hug doesn’t change the facts, Max. He’s laughing at me, I'm set up to prove she’s better than me. Just like always.” “That really isn’t true, Cloe.” “That’s why my id
CLOE POV “You didn’t fuck things up for your mum,” Soren said. “And it would be different. There’s three of us. Mum, Daddy Soren and Daddy Max.” “Stop it with the Daddy Max thing,” Max said. “You’re enjoying that too much, Soren, don’t think I can’t fucking hear it in your tone.” “And what if Mum, Daddy Soren and Daddy Max didn’t work out? What if Mum ended up stuck with all the kids while the Daddies only popped in at weekends? What about Mum’s riding and Tino and stable dreams?” “It would work out,” Max said, and his eyes burned. “We’d make it work out. We’d never walk away from our kids. Never, Cloe, not ever. Not in a million years.” I sighed. “Then you’d be a better dad than I’ve ever seen.” They didn’t speak, and I knew. Yet again the great Ryan Macau was bamboozling them with his stupid nice guy act. It upset me again, the thought of him. That weird unsettled feeling I’d been getting since I’d taken his stupid bargain. I stared at the dancefloor, watching the lights cha
CLOE POV “Don’t stop,” I said. “I never want you to stop.” Slowly we moved, slowly they fucked me, alternating strokes, one in one out, until I loosened, until I stretched enough to squirm, wanting more. They changed their timing, matching thrusts, grunting as one and fucking me deep, two big dicks inside me. “Fuck,” Soren said. He kissed Max’s mouth over my shoulder. “I can feel you,” he said. “Your cock feels so fucking good, Max. So fucking good.” I could feel them thrusting, could feel Soren’s piercings as he pressed tight against Max’s cock. “Harder,” I said. “Fuck me harder!” They fucked me harder. They fucked me rough. Slamming into my holes as they grunted and jerked and worked me into a quivering mess. Max braced himself against the wall, and Soren slammed in, and it really hurt, but it was a perfect hurt. I could feel the pressure in my belly building, nerves tense and achy, the need for release backing up in me. It was coming. I was coming. I let out quick moans, le
CLOE POV“Wait.” I laughed as two sets of hands came straight for me. “I didn’t mean right this second. I stink of horse. I’m muddy!”“But we love it when you’re dirty.” Soren grinned. “That’s how we like you best.”He hooked his fingers inside the waist of my jodhpurs, and I shunted towards him as he pulled. He kissed my neck, slowly, softly, tickling me with his tongue bar as Max’s hands snaked around my waist from behind.“I’ve really missed this,” I said. “I think I’m addicted. It’s official, I’m a sex addict. Good job I have two of you to give me my fix.”Max’s breath was hot against my cheek. “Twice the pleasure. For all of us.”I reached back for him, pulling him closer, until I could feel the swell of his cock against my ass. His hand slipped under my t-shirt, climbing my ribs, and I held my breath as he felt his way inside my bra. He found my nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and moaned into him.Soren’s palm pressed between my legs. “Gonna
CLOE POV We moved to the living room, and I took the armchair. Max took the sofa, and Soren took the pouffe between us both. “So,” Max said, ever the straight-talker. “Where do we go from here? What do you want from us?” I took a second to organise my thoughts, still not entirely sure where they were heading. “Our arrangement is off,” I said. “I don’t want any more payments, I don’t want any more money.” I looked between them. “I don’t want any three weekends out of four, not that we’ve ever had that yet. I don’t want hot daddies, I don’t need hot daddies. Not anymore. Not now the yard is off the table.” Max nodded, and so did Soren. It was Max who spoke next, predictably. “Alright,” he said. “If that’s what you want. What now? Friends?” “I hope we’re a little past that.” I smiled. “I want to see how this goes. I love being with you guys, I love spending time with you, I love what we have.” “I think it’s safe to say we all feel like that,” Soren said. “You won’t get any argumen
SPENCER POV“If that’s what you wanted, sweetheart.” I smile. “But I can use something, for tonight, to be safe.” She grips my wrist as I begin to move away, and I stop. Wait. “Please don’t,” she whispers. “Please don’t use anything. I want it to be you inside me. Just you.” “If you’re sur
SPENCER POVShe’s thinking about it, the Daddy play. I can see it all over her face. I can feel it in her wispy little breaths, her eyes staring at me as I make fast work of the drive home.She’s thinking about it and she likes it.I imagine her horny little clit. Imagine her damp white knickers. I
VIOLET POVIt feels so strange, the sensation of the blade against my skin. Long strokes, then short ones, his fingers spreading me open to run the razor between my lips. I trust him so much that it’s easy to relax. I stare in fascination, not fear. Watching him, watching the way he’s so careful an
VOILET POVI feel like I’m flying. He loves me. And I love him. It’s real. It’s all real. He pulls out so slowly, so gentle now he’s come. I try to move but he shakes his head. He kneels between my legs and spreads my pussy with his fingers. I feel so open. Shy, too. I feel







