All Chapters of Yes, Daddies: Submitting to the four brothers.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AERON.My breath is heavy, and it’s taking every damn thing I have in me to try and get it steady. I stand there by the car, the morning light doing nothing to soften the purple bloom on her wrist, my eyes still on her, waiting for her to answer me.I’m glad Tristan suggested we bugged that necklace even after bugging the painting, which I know is still in her car, but the necklace is sitting pretty on her chest, right where it belongs.Thanks to that, I’ll not only be able to watch, but I’ll also be able to know when she’s lying to me because that pendant also monitors her heart rate.Marian shifts on those black heels, thighs pressed tight like she’s trying to hide how wet she still is from whatever filthy dream kept her squirming, and screaming our names all night.It’s fun having to watch her like this, because now all four of us can get a bet going on about how long it will take before she finally breaks, calls us, and begs for us the way she’s meant to.My cock twitches at the t

MARIAN.“Okay,” he says, but not in a way that sounds accepting. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s fine. There are other ways to get you to come here, and I know that you wouldn’t want to try me.”That creepy-calm tone sends shivers racing down my spine, straight to my dripping pussy. “I’ll be expecting you in twenty minutes.”“Tristan, I really can’t. I have work, and—”“You’re the boss.” He cuts in with a soft chuckle before I can finish talking. “No one will question the boss, and if they do, you can just fire them.” He’s got a point, but I really can’t just do that. I can’t just abandon everything I’m doing, and run to him like I’m a pathetic—“If you don’t come on your own, we’ll come get you ourselves, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that, so don’t make us.” His voice jolts me out of my thoughts, and before I can say anything else, he hangs up.I stare at the phone, chest heaving, nipples hard as pebbles. Fuck. Fuck him. Fuck all of them for making me like this—aching, empty,

MARIAN.I almost choke on my food at the words, coughing and hitting my chest as small tears slide down my cheeks, but Tristan quickly hands me a glass of water while Aeron rubs my back like I’m a child.“Thank you.” I say to Tristan with a smile. “And stop that! I’m not some child whose back you need to rub, I’m good.” I snap at Aeron who immediately pulls his hand away, but not without a smirk.“Ooh. Feisty, I love that.” Zephyr says, and I roll my eyes, telling myself over and over again to ignore them. That’s the best thing to do, forget that they’re actually here, but it’s also the hardest thing to do.They’re now talking to each other as if I’m not here, they’re talking about business and how to handle their next meeting, and for some reason, I smile because it makes me happy.I feel at ease. A strange, glowing peace settles over me despite the constant slick heat between my legs. When I finish eating, they talk to me—really talk, and I’m surprised to hear just how much they kno

ZEPHYR.“Well, I’m tired. I need to sleep.” Aeron says, stretching as he stands, but when my eyes drifts down, I know exactly what he’s retiring to bed.His bulge is so big that one more second with us, he’ll probably explode. We might have been having a normal conversation, but there’s no denying that we are all thinking about the same person.Marian Alford.And thinking about her is having the same effect on all of us. One by one, we say our goodnights. I retreat to my room, the door clicking shut like a lock on my restraint.But sleep? It doesn’t come. My mind floods with her. Marian. Her full lips parting around that fork, imagining them stretched wide around my thick cock instead.Those soft, needy moans she tried to hide at lunch. The way her ass swayed as she walked ahead of us, begging to be gripped, spanked, claimed until she dripped down her thighs for us.My cock strains hard against my pants, throbbing painfully, veins pulsing with raw need. I need to do something about it

MARIAN.I laugh at the sound of that, and I feel Zayden relax behind me as he pats my back once. “Good girl.” He mutters before pulling away from me, and we all get to work.They crowd me. The kitchen suddenly feels too small for their bodies and the hunger rolling off them. Zephyr moves behind me to grab spices, his broad chest nearly pressing against my back, and when he does that, I feel the hard ridge of his cock brush my ass for a split second—thick, heavy, unmistakable.I swallow the whimper that almost slips out of my mouth. I grip the counter, thighs slick now, my pussy aching so badly I have to bite my lip, and control myself. It’s not the right time to start feeling like this.Zayden chops vegetables beside me, his thick arm flexing, his tattoo peeking from his rolled sleeve. His fingers graze mine when he passes the cutting board.Oh god.The contact lingers just long enough for me to imagine those rough hands spreading my legs wide. “You look so fucking good when you’re ne