Lahat ng Kabanata ng All Yours, Daddies: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

SARAH “You might need to have brunch without me.”Jaxon looks up from the road to the rear view mirror, fingers flexing against the steering wheel. He’s not the only one who stops to look at me. Off topic, and there’s no way to tell if any of them noticed or if it’s a deliberate act, but there hasn’t been any driver since I scared the last one—Hosea, was it?—and Ronan made me cum on his face in the car. A lazy smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Good times. “You’re not hungry?”Pulling myself out of the naughty range of thoughts, I slowly tilt my neck to Malachi. “I am. There should be some food at home. Kevin did spend a lot of time in the kitchen yesterday.”Ronan doesn’t seem convinced. “I don’t understand. Did something happen?”“Well,” I heave a sigh.“Luke just texted me. You know my P.A. He’s at my door right now.”“From work?”I nod. “Yeah.”Ronan’s furrowed brows slowly relax. There’s a frown plastered along the lines of his handsome face, and I stroke the stubble on

MALACHI The room is silent for a few minutes—seconds. My brothers and I stare at the boy in the photo, at a complete loss for words. I, for one, have nothing reasonable to say about what my uncle has just told us. However, when I think about the self righteous nose scrunch the detective wore on her face throughout her visit—not to forget when we were brought in for questioning—I’m overcome by a dire need to puke and laugh at the same time. In true Malachi HawkThorne fashion, I choose the latter. I’m unable to cease my laughter. It’s only a matter of time before my brothers join me, even when I can tell they do not understand why all of this is so funny to me. “Can you believe it?” I finally say, when my words come back to me. “I could have sworn she’s never gotten a parking ticket in her entire laugh, and she has a whole murderer and rapist for a son! Humans…” I shake my head, my laughter slowly dying at the base of my throat. “We’re impossible, really.”“Is there strong proof of

SARAH Jaxon’s left hand reaches for the back of his neck. He scratches with a grin—almost shy, and quite the contradiction if you ask me—plastered on his face. I don’t need to say too much, I never have to. It’s like they always know what I want before I ever admit to wanting it. What more can a woman ask for? Ronan takes a step forward. Now that my nostrils are snot free, I can finally suck in the wild scent of his cologne, drink it all in, until it feels my nostrils and leaves space for almost nothing else, not even air. Who needs air when you can breathe in the scent of billionaires who are obsessed with the ground you walk on? Definitely not me. His smooth hands seize the back of my neck. The motion is quick, but gentle. He’s so close, brooding over me that all I see and feel is him. A greedy pair of blue eyes drop down to my nipples, staring at them makes the pair hard as rocks. When I try to wear a pride smile, I end up looking so silly, I can tell he tries to stifle a l

MALACHI My right palm is fucking swollen. Alright, it technically isn’t, but I’ve been stroking my cock really hard for so long, I can barely feel any of my fingers. And it’s still not enough. Not nearly. She’s a drug, and I’m so god damn addicted. Sarah HawkThorne-to-be is going to wind up being the death of me. I just know it. She crumbles into Ronan’s arms, soaking wet, dripping with his come from her pretty thick cunt. That’s it. That’s all she has to do to make my cock tense and hard—again. I watch my brother kiss her forehead, wearing a satisfied smirk on his face as he runs his fingers through the strands of her wet hair. They’re both under the shower, the steam from the water turns the foggy glass into a cloud. If they shut the door, we won't be able to see them anymore. The damn cheeky fellow. Of course, he’ll be satisfied. I take a step forward, skipping over my semen load on the floor. I push the sliding doors further apart and peek into the shower room. “Are you

SARAH“Ah. Fuck me.” An exasperated sigh leaves my lips as I raise my right hand in a bid to scrub underneath my arms. “Jesus, kitten. I think we’ve done enough of that already.”A pause, then I do a 190 degree spin so quickly, he doesn’t see me coming. Once I’ve caught Jaxon off guard, I make sure to smear the soap in my hands all over his face—targeting his eyes. He tries to block me, but it’s too late. “Fuck, Sarah.” He groans, his hands wrapped around both my wrists as he holds them up in the air. Jaxon’s eyelids flicker open, and I shake my head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I say with a smile on my face. Ronan and Malachi chuckle beside me. Jaxon drops my hands and steps forward, moving us away from the running water’s trajectory. “Did you really have to do that?”“Why?” I shrug. “What’s wrong with a little burn.”“Fuck you.”“You did that already.”Jaxon chuckles, shaking his head while frantically washing his face under the shower. It feels good—this. Enjoying