All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I’m not an idiot. I’ve heard the rumors that follow after the Beckham brothers and I know that there’s been talk about what we’re all doing together. Sadly, none of the gossip is actually true.I’ve been fantasizing about them all taking me for weeks but they’ve been taking things slow. We haven’t even had the actual conversation about what this all is but I know that they care about me and that this is so much more than just some kinky sex.I’ve been staring at the movie on the screen for forty-five minutes now but I don’t think I’ve actually seen a single part of it. With my boys laying on either side of me and Benson sitting at my feet, all I can think about is how close we all are.I was hoping that tonight would be the night but the longer we sit here, the more I think that this was just another step forward. It’s just them trying to make sure that I’m comfortable around them and I love that they care so much about me. I love how they’re always looking out for me and how they fin

Two Months Later…It’s been the happiest two months of my life. The happiest two months of our lives.Every morning we wake up curled around our girl. Most days we wake her up with one of our faces between her legs and then it’s shower, breakfast, and drive to campus for classes.At the end of the day, we either head to the library to study or we grab dinner and go home to hang out together. Rumors have spread around campus and I was worried how Samantha would take it but none of it seems to be bothering her.She’s grown more confident since we first met her and I like to think that some of that has to do with finding happiness with us. She’s really blossomed into herself since we started hanging out and I think we all know that a large part of that has to do with being away from her father and his dominating ways.After our night together, we started moving Samantha into our house. It’s been slow because she was worried about her father finding out but as long as she spends every nig

Gardenia Ford will never forgive her parents for talking her into therapy.But when she meets Dr. Ambrose, his sweet, sexy disposition is... unexpected. A smooth talker, super nice but equally stern and assertive, it's very clear that he takes and loves his job. Gardenia is drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and he becomes a safe place for her on campus.But the way Dr. Ambrose stares at her, with those beautiful blue eyes, feels like he's staring straight into her soul.And when Gardenia kisses him...all hell lets loose!She finds out that Dr. Ambrose is not only an expert on mental health.His skills on the sheets are to die for.Their relationship is forbidden, but Gardenia loves the thrill.Who knew therapy wouldn't be so bad after all?----------------------------1 - Gardenia."So." The man steeples his fingers, elbows resting on the desk. He watches me across the expanse. "Tell me why you are here."Um."Are–are you sure?" I jab a thumb at the set up behind me. There's a clas

The session starts off pretty normal. I knock on Dr Ambrose's door at precisely the right time, not giving away the fact that I was ten minutes early and lingering in the hall. His office is sparse and silent when I enter, the man himself already in the hard-looking chair opposite the couch–he stopped fighting that particular battle early on.He must have sensed even then that I'd insist on the couch every week, because firstly, it's part of the therapy vibe, and secondly, I need an interrupted view of his whole body. Dr Ambrose is wasted tucked away behind a desk. He should be free, unencumbered, wandering around campus in his shirtsleeves for all the world to see.Or folded across from me into that horrible chair. Either way, I don't want a stupid desk blocking my view.It's a sunny day, and warm, golden light spills through the window and cuts a shaft across the office carpet. The window's propped open, and a breeze drifts inside, smelling of salt and pine.A lazy bee headbutts the

Three days later, I'm still kicking myself. I shouldn't have done that. Any of it. I shouldn't have insisted on powering through Gardenia's session with a headache, just because I couldn't bear the idea of a week passing without time spent with her. I shouldn't have let the headache show, and when she rested her thumbs against my temples, I should have nudged her off and set clearer boundaries.And I definitely shouldn't have let her clatter out of my office like that, red hair flying behind her and her face pinched.I upset her. I let her think–and then–Fuck. I really am an asshole.Gardenia always haunts my thoughts, but it's even worse now that the last image I have of her is her running away from me. Is she scared of me? Should I transfer her to another therapist? Would I ever see her again if I did?Shit."Beer, please." I slide onto a bar stool, shoulders hunched and my back to the crowded room. Halfway between campus and my apartment, this place is perfect for drowning my sorr