Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 16

Alexei didn’t get it.

Why ask her? Why not just tell her?

Salem could be as controlling as anyone he’d met. Yet, he only liked to take over once he got all of the consent stuff out of the way.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

What they didn’t know was that there was no way Alexei was allowing her to go home.

At least not alone.

Not that she’d necessarily know he was watching.

Sure, some people might call that stalking . . . he called it being protective.

He just couldn’t let her leave for the next two days and not see her . . .

Let’s face it. If he could keep her here forever, then he would. But Salem would have a fit about free will.

Again.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Alexei would be the first to admit that he hadn’t been sure about her in the beginning. He hadn’t wanted her around. Hadn’t been willing to trust her.

Trust wasn’t something that came easily to him.

But once he was in . . . then he was all in.

And there was no pulling him back or telling him that he couldn’t have something he wanted.

He’d been denied things he wanted until he became an adult and in charge of his own life.

Then what he wanted . . . he took.

And what he wanted was her.

So he wasn’t going to allow anyone to tell him he couldn’t have her. Not that he was into force.

Fuck, no.

He’d kill any bastard who tried to harm her, including himself.

But he knew that she wanted them all. She’d agreed to this. The three of them.

So why shouldn’t they keep things moving? It was inevitable that she’d live with them one day.

Why not earlier rather than later?

“Stay the weekend? Um, I’m not sure I can.”

No. That wouldn’t suit him at all.

“Why not?” he demanded.

“I just . . . that’s quick, isn’t it?” She looked to Roman who appeared thoughtful.

“It might seem quick, but we’re not asking for anything that you’re not willing to give.” Salem leaned over her, placing his hands on the desk on either side of her hips. “You’ll have a guest bedroom all to yourself and no one will go in there unless invited.”

Hey. Why was he looking at Alexei as he said that?

Probably because he knows you too well . . .

Ahh, yes. But what was the big deal about going into her room to watch her sleep? She’d never know that he was there. He wouldn’t be hurting anyone.

In fact, wouldn’t he be doing a service watching over her? Protecting her?

“Um. Well.”

“At least stay tonight,” Salem added. “We wouldn’t feel right about you going home until we know how your ankle is. Tomorrow, I can take you home.”

“I’m fine taking the tube. But I suppose it’s getting late and I could stay tonight.”

“I will go make sure that your room is ready,” Roman said. “We can start that new book before bed?”

“Sure,” she said.

“And during half-time, you can help me with dinner,” Salem said.

“Which means that right now, you’re mine.” Alexei picked her up and put her on his hip.

He heard her take in a sharp breath. Fuck, she was light. Was she eating enough? Perhaps Salem needed to write her up an eating plan. He’d talk to him about it later.

He wasn’t going to waste his Bunny-time talking to Salem. He could talk to that boring asshole any old time.

“You’re mine, Bunny.”

“Why does it feel like those words should be accompanied by evil laughter?” she murmured.

He grinned as he walked with her on his hip into the large living room.

This room was probably the most relaxed room in this mansion other than their bedrooms.

“Right. We’re going to watch a game.”

“A game of what?” she asked, sounding suspicious. “Please don’t say cricket. Please don’t say cricket.”

He suspected he wasn’t meant to hear that last part as he turned away to grab the remote. So he decided to have a bit of fun with her as he turned back. “Cricket.”

She groaned.

“What’s wrong with cricket?” he demanded, his arms crossing over his chest as he glared down at her.

“It’s sooo boring. The only thing worse would be golf. Or watching paint dry. Please don’t make me watch cricket. My brain might explode.”

“Lucky for you, it’s not cricket.” He sat next to her and drew her onto his lap.

She was tense for a moment, but he simply held her until she started to relax.

“We should put your foot up.” He turned her in his lap and grabbed a cushion to place under her sore foot.

“My foot is fine,” she grumbled at him.

“You’ll let me take care of you,” he countered. “Or I will hear all about it from the other two.”

“Oh, is that the only reason you care?” she asked. “Because otherwise you’ll have to listen to the others gripe at you?”

“Yes.” Then he winked to let her know he was joking.

She shook her head at him and he pressed her cheek against his chest.

“Not going to be easy to watch the game like this,” she challenged.

“Hmm. I didn’t know you’d be such a football fan.”

Another small groan. “I should have guessed. At least it’s not cricket.”

“Cricket season is over, baby. But you’re right. How can you properly see? Here.” He laid his legs out so his feet rested on the coffee table. Then he twisted her back around so that her legs were on his.

These guys were nuts.

But she found herself resting back against Alexei as he turned on the television. Gradually, the warmth of his body made her feel sleepy. Could also have been the boredom of football. She knew lots of people loved it and she had no problem with that.

It just wasn’t for her. Maybe because she hadn’t grown up playing sports. She wasn’t sure.

A yawn escaped her and she wiggled on his lap. Suddenly, she realized that something hard was pressing into her ass.

Holy heck.

What was that?

You know what that is.

Yeah . . . she just hadn’t expected it to be quite that large. Or for it to be hard.

He cupped her hips, stilling her. “Might pay to stay still, Bunny. Unless you want more than you bargained for.”

“Pretty sure that’s a lot more than I bargained for,” she said dryly.

He huffed out a laugh. “You sure know how to flatter a guy.”

Hmm. She wasn’t sure that she’d been trying to flatter him. He moved his hands up and down her arms, then started massaging her shoulders.

Holy heaven.

What was this?

A small groan escaped her.

“You like that, Bunny?”

All she could do was nod. His hands were miracle workers. There was no other way to put it.

“I have an idea.” He turned them both and she let out a sound of protest, certain he was going to stop.

But he laid them out on the couch so he was on his back with his head on the arm rest while she was lying on his stomach. She turned her head to the side and took a subtle sniff of his scent.

“Just relax, Bunny,” he murmured.

How could she relax when she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach?

And then he started touching her again. And it wasn’t just her shoulders this time. Nope, he slowly worked his way down her back.

Small moans of pleasure escaped her mouth without her consent, but she had to admit that she did very little to hold them back.

And then he reached her ass.

She tensed slightly and he smacked her butt.

“Stop that. I’m not hurting you. Relax.”

Sure. Because telling someone to relax always works.

Well, it didn’t.

But what did work was those huge, amazing hands of his working out the muscle aches on her bottom.

Holy. Heck.

She hadn’t realized that having your bottom massaged could feel so good. Soon, she was half-asleep on him, her eyes closed and her breathing slow and even.

In that moment, nothing mattered except for how good she felt. She was practically purring.

“That’s it, Bunny. Just relax for Papa. I have you.”

Papa?

That was . . . unexpected. But she couldn’t rustle up the energy to question it.

He reached down and slid her legs over his hips and drew her up his body so he could reach her thighs.

Heaven. Utter heaven.

For some reason, she smacked her lips together. She had no idea why. She was drifting. Not caring. He moved one hand from her thigh and a small whimper escaped her.

Later, she’d likely be embarrassed by all the noises she was making. But for the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Shh, Bunny. You’re fine. I have you. Here. This might help.” He pressed her thumb to her lips.

What did he want?

Confusion filled her, followed by a hint of distress. She wanted to please him, but she couldn’t work out what he wanted.

“Shh. Shh. It’s all right. Papa should have been clearer. I want you to suck on your thumb.”

She wasn’t entirely sure that she should go along with this. Her defenses were lowered and he hadn’t tortured her or starved her or made her go without sleep for days.

All he’d done was give her a massage.

And show her gentle care.

So there was little resistance in her as she placed her thumb in her mouth.

And ohhh, that was so good. Why had she never tried this before?

Well. In all likelihood, she had as a kid and just couldn’t remember it.

“That’s Papa’s good girl,” he murmured. “Just relax. Go to sleep if you need to. I’ll watch you.”

That couldn’t happen.

She would always need to be on alert.

No way could she let her guard down.

But then his hands went back to massaging her back.

And she was gone.

Salem walked into the living room.

He wanted to get to the bottom of Tamsyn’s eating habits. She was too thin and he didn’t like it. She could have a very fast metabolism. She might be too busy or distracted to remember to eat.

Or there might be something more serious going on.

Either way, he wanted to prep dinner while subtly questioning her.

But when he stepped into the room, he found her lying on Alexei, sleeping, as he lay on his back on the couch.

Surprise filled him.

She often looked tired and that had been something else worrying him. But he’d decided to tackle one thing at a time.

Only it seemed that Alexei had beaten him to it.

The television was on silent.

“You got her to sleep,” he whispered.

“Yeah, all it took was my magic hands.” Alexei held up his hands.

Salem felt his eyes widen. Did he mean that he’d brought her to orgasm? That wasn’t the plan.

Not that Alexei was ever likely to stick to a plan. He was forever going rogue, which was annoying.

Except for when he saved your sister.

“What did you do?” he demanded.

“Gave her a massage,” Alexei explained. “Cool your jets.”

Oh. A massage. Why hadn’t he thought of that? She looked so young lying there with her thumb in her mouth.

“It didn’t take much encouragement to get her to suck on her thumb.”

“It’s probably not good for her to sleep this close to bedtime,” Salem pointed out.

Alexei raised an eyebrow. “It’s not even six.”

Wait. Did games usually play at this time? He turned to look at the screen.

“It’s a pre-match,” Alexei explained.

Salem nodded. He was torn. Did he want to wake her because he thought she wouldn’t sleep tonight? Or because he wanted her with him?

No. He couldn’t be that selfish.

“I’m going to make dinner now. We’ll wake her up when it’s ready.”

“Sounds good.”

But he didn’t want to leave. He liked seeing her like this.

She appeared so soft and young.

“You really want to do this? You’re sure?”

Alexei met his gaze with his piercing blue ones. “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. And I’m not ever going to give her up.”

Salem sucked in a deep breath. He got it.

He felt exactly the same way.