Royal Brat

by Madison Faye

  My hands.

  “You listen to me,” I hissed, my blood roaring in my veins and my eyes narrowing on the man I’d never call father again. “Listen to me and don’t you fucking forget what I’m about to say to you.”

  He swallowed, his eyes wide.

  “You abandoned me. Over and over and over again, you let me down, you left me to raise myself and fend for myself, and you did all of this without even a second’s hesitation. You don’t get to speak to me that way.”

  My eyes burned into his empty, vacant ones, and I shook my head.

  “You’re not my father. Not anymore.”

  I stood, backing away and into Lincoln and Wilder. He and Stephanie started to stand, but my two guys growled as they moved forward, between me and them.

  “Sit,” Wilder snarled, his shoulders heaving. He pulled his phone out.

  “Wilder, c’mon,” Stephanie whined. “What are you doing?”

  “Calling the fucking cops. Because I’m willing to bet money there are jails that are currently looking for you.”

  She and my dad looked at each other with white faces.

  “Hang on, hang on, Wilder. C’mon, we’re family! You can’t just—”

  “Family would never do this, Steph.”

  He shook his head, stepping away with the phone. Lincoln pulled me tight, holding me in his arms as Wilder made the call.

  “Mackenzie, honey—”

  “Don’t ever talk to her again,” Lincoln growled, pointing a finger at my dad. “Not ever.”

  His hand tightened on my waist, and I felt Wilder move in behind me.

  “Sheriff Watkins and his boys are on the way.” He nuzzled my neck. “You okay?”

  “I am now,” I said quietly, feeling the two of them wrapped around me so warm and tight.

  We could hear sirens, and when the Sheriff and his officers pulled up, Wilder and Lincoln took me away. Lincoln helped me into the car as Wilder shook hands with the Sheriff and promised to make some statements later. And then we drove home.

  Home. Because that’s what it was. A house is just a house, but it’s love and family that make it a home.

  And that’s exactly what we had. Love, a home, and two daddies as the only family I needed.

  Epilogue

  Mackenzie

  Six months later

  “Ugh, that class. I swear, Professor Jameson gets off on punishment.”

  I grinned, looking away to hide the blush from my face.

  Well he wouldn’t be the only one…

  Cora sighed, thankfully missing the heat on my face as she shook her head. “For real though, if he wasn’t so fucking gorgeous, I’d have dropped that class like a brick by now.”

  I snickered. “Well, that and it’s part of your major and you have to take it.”

  She groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

  We both laughed as we headed across the quad, backpacks slung over shoulders and hot to-go cups of coffee in our hands. Cora and I had become fast friends after being paired for a first week assignment in the aforementioned Professor Jameson’s class. She, like me, didn’t live on campus, but where she lived in the apartment above her grandmother’s garage, I lived with my two boyfriends in an insanely expensive castle-like mansion on an estate’s worth of land.

  …I hadn’t exactly given her all those details yet. As far as Cora knew, I lived with my boyfriend a little drive away from campus. She knew he was older, but she didn’t know he was that much older. And she certainly didn’t know there were two of them. I was trying to build up to that though.

  This was college life for me. Yeah, it was a little different than most freshman college kids, I’ll admit that. No dorms. No lame keg parties at frat houses. No sweating it out at some part time barista job to pay for books. Trust me, having been on the other side of the tracks, I was well aware of how good I had it. And it wasn’t that I had no social life or anything — it’s not like Lincoln and Wilder “kept me” at the house away from all people. Though, if they had their way, I’m sure they’d want to personally vet any guy who so much as looked my way. But they knew there was nothing to worry about. I didn’t have eyes for anyone but them, and I never would.

  …Hell, who the heck could possibly even compete with them?

  I studied my ass off, but when I wasn’t, I was living a dream with the two of them. After the whole thing with Wilder’s sister and my dad, we’d all gotten even closer. So close in fact, that it was decided that Lincoln would move into Wilder’s place permanently. He put a hold on the construction over at his place, and instead, they ended up breaking ground to basically double the size of Wilders. It was an insane move, seeing as the house was basically already a freaking castle, but I think Lincoln put it best, even if he was joking.

  “You, we can share. But I want my own bedroom from time to time, and I’m sure as fuck not sharing a bathroom with that guy.”

  Fair enough.

  Instead, they were turning what was going to be Lincoln’s place into a headquarters for their new business. No, no more soldiering for my two Marines. And besides, they already had all the money they need. No, the new venture was going to be coordinating with Veterans Affairs across the country to get vets with addiction problems stemming from PTSD the help, guidance, and support they needed.

  I guess seeing how far from the drugs had taken his sister had sparked something in Wilder. And the two of them knew enough vets who were struggling that it just made sense.

  As for Stephanie and my dad? Well, they did go back to the jails they’d broken out of. Okay, “broken out of” makes them sound a lot smarter than they actually are. What’d actually happened was that a maintenance worker left a door ajar at the minimum security holding jail where my dad had been kept, and he’d literally just walked out the door. He’d gone across the street and basically done just that to the women’s jail there where Stephanie was being held, and the two of them had gone on the run.

  …Not exactly criminal masterminds.

  But yeah, they went back to jail, and they’ll be there a little while. None of us pressed charges, even though we could have added kidnapping and extortion to their crimes. At the end of the day, they might have been shitty people, but addiction is a rough collar. They’ll serve their time for the pharmacy hold-up, and then they can go do whatever they want. But Lincoln, Wilder, and I will have nothing to do with them. Actually, there’s a lifetime restraining order for both of them by us, so, I doubt we’ll be seeing them again.

  Suits me just fine.

  “So, what are you doing tonight? Feel like coming over? Bottle of wine and a Gilmore Girls marathon?”

  I grinned. “Very tempting, but I sadly have plans.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, right, with your mysterious old-man boyfriend.”

  “Har har har.”

  I poked her in the arm as she laughed.

  “Seriously, when are you going to let me meet him?”

  “Soon, I promise,” I shrugged. “And he’s not old, he’s just old-er.”

  “And yet you won’t give any details about—”

  “Thirty-seven.”

  Cora turned, her brow shooting up.

  “Well then!” She grinned wickedly. “Hot I assume?”

  This time, it was my turn to grin. “Extremely.”

  “Lucky.”

  I blushed, feeling the smile creep across my face as we headed back to the parking lot.

  “Alright, well enjoy your night with Mr. Mystery Man.”

  Men.

  “Thanks. Enjoy Gilmore Girls.”

  She laughed. “Thanks for rubbing my singleness in.”

  “You know, there’s also Professor Jameson. Good looking, older, and you did say he probably got off on punishment.” I winked. “Hey, it could be fun.”

  This time it was Cora’s turn to blush.

  “Okay, now I really want to meet your mystery man, because I think there’s a side to you I have no idea about.”

  Cor
rect.

  I grinned as I gave her a hug and then headed for my car. Well, Lincoln’s car, but I’d pretty much made the vintage Mustang mine at that point.

  “See you tomorrow. Text me if you end up getting dirty with our professor.”

  She hooted out a laugh. “Try not to get punished too hard by your old man boyfriend!”

  The gates to our estate opened automatically as I drove up to them, a sensor in the car letting the security system know it was me. As I drove up the long, winding drive, I felt the heat creep through my body.

  What did they have planned for the night? They’d both been busy with their new business for the last few weeks, and with finals approaching for the semester, I’d been buried in my studying. So, our chances to do our favorite thing in the world — them putting their hands and mouths all over me before fucking me senseless — had been slim.

  I had a feeling that night was going to change that.

  The house was empty when I stepped in, but beautiful. Candles flickered in every room, turning the whole place into something out of a dream. Bouquets of roses lined the rooms, and when I saw the trail of rose petals leading up the stairs, my breath caught.

  Up in our room — well, what had been Wilder’s — the petals stopped at the bed, and there, lying across the comforter, was a note.

  Enjoy the bath, baby girl. Take your time. Your daddies will see you soon.

  Love,

  W & L

  I undressed quickly, almost as excited for a bath as I as for what might come after. In the huge master bathroom, more candles turned the room into a flickering wonderland. The bath was already drawn — bubbly and hot, and I moaned as I sank into it. I sighed, easing back and turning my head to see the champagne flute of sparkling water with an elaborate lemon twist. I grinned.

  They were still sticklers about me not drinking yet, because of my age. I mean, I really didn’t even like the taste of alcohol anyway, but it amused me that they were so firm about it.

  I took my time, soaking in the hot soapy water and drinking my chilled sparkling lemon water, until the wicked, filthy fantasies in my head about what they might have planned for later become too much. I was too turned on, and my little pussy was aching far too much to stay in the tub without letting my hands go exploring.

  I toweled off quickly — I’d kept my hair up in the tub, so I patted dry, let it down, and then stepped out of the bathroom.

  And I gasped.

  The two of them were naked, sitting in the two chairs by the fireplace in the enormous bedroom. They sat back, their hard chiseled bodies illuminated by the candles and the fire in the fireplace as it flickered around the room. Their eyes flashed as they took me in, both of their cocks rock-hard and standing straight up flat against their grooved abs.

  “Come here, baby girl,” Lincoln purred, crooking his finger.

  I trembled, feeling the heat of both their fierce gazes tingling over my bare body. I could feel my nipples hardening to little pink points under those gazes, and I squeezed my thighs tight together, feeling the wet, slick heat of my pussy throbbing between my legs.

  Slowly, I padded across the candle-lit room towards them, until I was standing right in front of them, swallowing heavily.

  “We need to see if our little princess is clean everywhere after her bath, like she should be,” Wilder growled, his eyes sliding over my skin. He reached out, tracing a finger over my bare hip and making me whimper.

  God they were beautiful. Two bodies carved out of marble, their muscles bulging and clenching in the firelight. Lincoln’s sharp blue eyes, and Wilder’s dark fierce ones flickered as they devoured me, and two perfect, chiseled jaws clenched tight with lust.

  Two perfect — and I do mean perfect — cocks throbbed rock-hard against their grooved abs. Thick, huge, and swollen. I could see wet drops of sticky precum beading at their heads, trickling down the veined shafts and making them glisten in the low light.

  “Did you wash everywhere?”

  I nodded as I locked eyes with Wilder.

  “Yes, daddy.”

  “Behind your ears?”

  He winked, and smiled, blushing as I nodded.

  “Yes.”

  Lincoln’s hand reached out, trailing over my hip. He slid between my thighs, teasing higher until his fingers dragged slowly over my slick, aching pussy.

  “Did you wash this pretty little pussy?”

  I whimpered as his fingers slid between my lips, feeling how wet I was and dragging it up over my clit.

  “Yes, daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

  “Not too much though I hope,” he growled. “Daddy likes the taste of this sweet little cunt.”

  I whimpered, gasping as his finger rolled over my clit.

  “Turn around,” Wilder purred.

  I nodded, panting as I did what he asked.

  “Spread your legs. Good girl.”

  His deep voice rumbled through me, making me shiver.

  “Bend over.”

  I moaned quietly, doing as they asked. Slowly, I bent over at the waist, blushing as I did.

  “Spread your ass, baby girl,” Lincoln growled.

  I whimpered, reaching back, gripping my ass in my hands, and spreading myself wide for them. I could feel their breath on my skin, and their hands sliding over my hips and inner thighs, making me tremble as their gazes burned into my most private places.

  “So nice and clean for your daddies,” Wilder purred. I felt his hand slide up, fingers spreading my soft, pink, wet lips. “Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned. “So nice and fresh for daddy.”

  I felt them stand, and I moaned as their hands pulled me around, turning me into them. Lincoln kissed me first, his mouth hungry and demanding as I melted into him. Four hands stroked my skin, cupping my breasts and sliding between my legs as his tongue swirled with mine.

  Wilder took his turn next, gently pulling me to his mouth and then crushing his lips to mine. His finger eased into my slick pussy, teasing my opening and making me moan for him. Hands grabbed me, lifting me and carrying me to the bed across the room. I whimpered as they lay me back across the thick comforter, my hair spilling around me as my two men stalked onto the bed over me.

  “Lay back,” Wilder groaned, his hands skimming up my leg with his lips following.

  “Daddy wants to taste you.”

  I moaned, sinking back into the bed as he kissed his way up one thigh. I could feel Lincoln doing the same on the other side, the both of them spreading my legs wide as they pushed them up high.

  I cried out as Lincoln’s tongue found my pussy first, dragging wetly through my dewey lips before letting it flick over my clit. He growled into me, the rumbling feeling trembling through me and making me shiver. His tongue pushed deep into me, making me squeal before he drew back, swirling it over my clit until I was panting and bucking my hips.

  He pulled away, and Wilder took his place. I moaned as he slid two fingers inside of me, curling them deep against my g-spot as he sucked my clit between his lips. I gasped in pleasure, mewling sounds falling from my lips as he tongued my clit in slow, deliberate circles as his big fingers slid in and out of me, until my juices were running down his hand.

  Lincoln moved in again, kissing my thigh before moving lower. I felt him lift me, and slip a pillow under my lower back and ass before settling me back down. His lips and teeth nippled at my thighs as Wilder tongued my pussy, and then he went lower.

  Oh God…

  Lincoln’s tongue teased over my ass, swiping across the little ring and making me cry out as his friend teased my clit. He moved back, swirling his wicked tongue over my asshole as I melted into the bed, both of their mouths on me, demanding my pleasure.

  Wilder started to fuck me with his tongue then, pushing it in and out of my opening as he rubbed my clit with this thumb. Lower, Lincoln’s tongue formed a little point, and he started to fuck my ass with it at the same time. I screamed, my hands clinging to their hair and my hips bucking against them. Th
e pleasure roared inside of me hotter and hotter, until I there was no turning back.

  I screamed again as I came, my ass and my pussy clenching around their tongues and my slickness coating Wilder’s chin. I moaned, writhing as they kept licking me, their tongues swirling and teasing and tasting until I was begging for mercy.

  I gasped for air, my whole body shivering in the aftershocks as they groaned and moved up my body.

  “I fucking love how good you taste when you come,” Wilder purred into my lips before he crushed his to mine. I moaned, tasting my sweetness on his tongue as he moved between my legs.

  “Feel how hard you make me, baby girl,” he growled. “Feel how hard you make daddy’s cock.”

  I gasped as I felt him ease the thick, swollen head of his big dick against my dripping wet lips. He rocked his hips, nudging the head inside and letting me feel his thickness, before he started to drive right inside. I moaned, clawing at his back and rocking my hips to meet his as he gave me every thick inch, until his big, heavy balls were resting on my ass.

  Lincoln moved to the bed above me, stroking his cock and he teased my neck and my breasts with his other hand. He rolled my nipple between a thumb and forefinger, making me whimper as Wilder ground his cock so deep inside of me.

  “Fuck do you look sexy like that, princess,” Lincoln groaned, fisting his cock. “So fucking sexy taking his cock like that like a good girl.”

  I moaned, rocking back and forth on the bed as Wilder drove in and out of me. His big, heavy balls slapped my ass with every thrust, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

  “Fuck, just like that, baby girl,” he groaned, his jaw clenching as he started to fuck me hard with that big dick. I moaned wildly, throwing my head back and reaching for Lincoln.

  “More,” I whispered heatedly.

  He growled, moving forward and pushing his swollen head against my lips.

  “Open wide, princess. Suck my cock and show me how dirty you can be, getting fucked by two of us like this.”

  I whimpered, wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking him deep as Wilder’s big thick cock drove deep inside of me. Lincoln groaned, pulling his cock from my slurping mouth and stroking it as he moved to kneel above my head. I moaned, craning my mouth up and sucking his balls between my lips.