by Jessa Kane
“Ohhh Jesus, yes. Fuck fuck fuck.”
“Zeke!” Penny cries. “Oh my God!”
“Feel that cock, baby? Feel how it exists for you?”
“Yes.” She melds our mouths together for a desperate kiss, tongue licking, lips sipping. “I need Daddy, too. Please.”
Jealousy rises. Only a fraction of what used to be there, but significant nonetheless. Her satisfaction is more important than my bullshit, though, isn’t it? It’s more important than anything. It takes me an effort to stop drilling her into the wall of shaking metal, but I finally swing her around in time for Nick to stride forward, spitting a few times on his hand and spreading the moisture on his cock as he approaches.
“It’s claiming time, sweetheart,” Nick grits out, leaning over Penny’s shoulder to press his bared teeth into her cheek. “Let me hear how much you trust Daddy.”
“I trust you so much,” she gasps, as Nick positions his cock where no man has gone before. I feel it happen and my jealousy rises rapidly. No way to stop it when another man is about to tap the sweetest ass anyone has ever seen. I’m somewhat soothed when Penny wraps her arms around my neck and holds tight, waiting for the invasion. “Zeke…” she whispers, laying soft kisses on my skin.
Attempting to tear myself away from the green monster, I stroke a hand down her back. “Shhh. You’re going to give us so much pleasure this way, baby. Can’t wait to take it myself.” I lick my tongue over her ear, catching Nick’s thunderous expression in my periphery. “You’ll love that, won’t you? Getting ready for school in the morning and I’ll come in and work myself into that tight hole while your tits shake over the sink. Will you like watching me ride you rough in the mirror?”
“Yes—”
“You’ll see me in the mirror, too.” Nick’s hand creeps around her throat. “Because I’ll be standing right there. Won’t I, sweetheart?”
Penny leans back and lets him fuck her mouth, thoroughly, while he watches me with warning in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, sucking in a breath when Nick starts to penetrate her. “I always want you both there.”
“Good girl.” Nick groans loud and long as he sinks into Penny’s ass. “Fucking Christ. That’s such a good girl.”
“Oh!” She’s shaking against me, her tits vibrating with labored breaths. “I-it hurts.”
“It won’t for long,” Nick says, beginning to move his hips, the movement sliding Penny’s little pussy up and down my aching dick. “You trust me, remember?”
“Trusts us,” I push through clenched teeth, no choice but to resume the hard fuck I was giving her before. No man alive could resist the pressure coming from all sides. Jesus, I think Nick being buried in her ass is making Penny even snugger up front and every stroke is a dream come true. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. My balls are weighed down with come and every time Nick pumps and I match it with a thrust of my own, my seed threatens to spill. “Penny, baby…ahhhhh shit. You’re fucking amazing. Taking me so good—”
“Taking. Us.” Nick’s forearm circles Penny, wedging between her and me as he begins bouncing her on his cock, grunting every time the taut flesh of her ass meets his stomach. We’re pressed so tightly together, though, I have no choice but to echo the pace Nick is setting, mashing Penny in between our sweating bodies, each of us molesting one of her perfect holes. “Daddy loves you, Penny. This is how he shows you. You show him back by helping him come.”
“There’s still some pain, but…it feels good for me because I know what it’s doing for you,” she moans, her legs finally giving up the battle and dropping from around my hips, her feet dangling several inches above the ground between Nick and me, no way down because she’s doubly impaled. “I love you, Nick. I love you, Zeke.”
There’s a shift inside my chest so massive, I can’t speak or breathe. All I can do is make her happy, this incredible girl who loves me. I drop my mouth to her bouncing tits and suck a nipple into my mouth, knowing how sensitive they are, and she starts whining, pulling at my hair. I don’t have to see Nick’s face to know he’s overwhelmed by Penny’s confession, too, because his forearm eases from around her middle, his fingers dropping to play with her clit in slick circles.
I let her nipples go with a groan, licking across to the other. “Her cunt is starting to tighten up. Fuck. I can barely get in and out of her.”
Nick’s head tips back, his eyes squeezed shut. “I got another two or three pumps before I flood her ass.” His fingers move faster on her clit. “You?”
“Been ready to bust since we fucking started,” I grind out. “You close to getting off, baby?” My mouth finds her other nipple, pulling on it long and hard. “We’re not stopping until we feel your little pussy shake.”
Penny holds my mouth to her tit, her thighs beginning to dance up around my waist again. “I-I-I…I’m going to…oh. I love it when you’re both so deep…”
Nick and I make eye contact over Penny’s head. In unspoken agreement, both of us push our cocks as deep inside Penny as we can, grinding there with unleashed aggression, Penny’s screams bouncing off the lockers. She shakes violently between us, her head thrown back on Nick’s shoulder, a sheen of sweat covering her tight little body. And she doesn’t stop. When Nick grunts once, then climaxes, I follow him, finally allowing the pressure to vacate my balls. Liquid fire climbs my shaft and spurts into Penny’s quaking cunt, the excess falling to the floor with audible drips.
“That’s my sweetheart,” Nick says, kissing her neck. “That’s Daddy’s ass now.”
“Who owns your pussy, though?” I rasp, taking her mouth in a hard kiss. I’ve never come so hard. It’s so fucking good, my teeth are rattling, my abdomen sore from involuntary flexing. But the green monster is fully unleashed now, whether I like it or not. I’m in that state of pleasure where I want the source of it—Penny—wrapped in my arms, like she was the other night. My mind is telling me she needs another man on the other side of her, but I’m too wound up to listen.
Finally, I pull back from the kiss, alarmed to find her gasping for air.
Nick jerks her away from me, stealing my still semi-hard cock away from her paradise. “Jesus Christ. Let her breathe.”
I reach out for her, heart sinking into my stomach. “Penny—”
“It’s okay.” Penny pulls me closer by the shoulder. “I love kissing you. And I love that you lose yourself sometimes.” She nestles her head back against Nick’s chest, her cheeks flushes. “And I love that you keep such tight control.”
Nick pulls out of her with a low rumble, settling Penny on her feet, but keeping her propped against his chest. “There’s enough to worry about without stopping you from suffocating her. Or encouraging her to break the rule.”
Fury rips through me, but none of it shows on my face. Instead, I wink. “Maybe you’re just worried she wants to break it.”
Something visibly snaps inside of Nick and he slowly sets Penny to the side. “Come over here and say that again. To her Daddy.”
“Stop!” Penny cries, stepping in between us. “Don’t you both see what’s happening here?” She turns to me. “Zeke, you got hurt tonight. You told Nick to get out and leave you if something went wrong. Somewhere deep down you believe he’d be better for me. Just the idea of that…and getting injured…it shifted the balance. But we’ll get it back.”
“He doesn’t want it back,” I spit. “He wants you to himself.”
“Admit it,” Nick growls. “We both do. It’s fucking instinct, pure and simple.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen!” Penny splits a heartbroken look between us and stoops down to find her panties and shorts, pulling both of them on. While Nick and I face off, she ties on the halter top and stuffs her feet into sandals. “Take me back to my aunt’s house.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Penny
T hey’re not taking me back to my aunt’s house.
That much is obvious.
When I stormed out of the firehouse, Nick and Z
eke were hot on my heels, continuing to glower at each other until we climbed into Zeke’s truck. It wasn’t lost on me that Nick let him drive—and that act of consideration is the one thing giving me hope. Thanks to Zeke’s injury and their exchange while braving the fire tonight, the power dynamic was off when they walked into the firehouse. Having those strange men check me out and rile their possessive nature didn’t help. I could excuse their pissing contest…but I don’t want to.
If I make an exception every time Nick and Zeke alpha out over me, it’s going to become the norm. And I can’t be happy like that. We can’t be happy like that.
“This is not the way to my aunt’s house, Zeke,” I point out from the passenger seat. “You missed the turn.”
A muscle jumps along Zeke’s jawline. “I’ll never be able to sleep without you safe in my bed. Not for the rest of my life.”
“You sleep with us tonight and always,” Nick rumbles from the back seat. “It’s non-negotiable.”
I snort. “Oh, it’s back to ‘us’ now. How convenient.”
“Watch your bratty tone.”
That sharp command from Nick makes my breasts sensitive, my thighs feel like jelly. “Sorry, Daddy,” I murmur, squirming in my seat. “But I’m not done being mad. And I’m allowed to go back to my aunt’s house if I want.”
“You don’t really want that.” Zeke rolls to stop at a red light and reaches over to cup my chin. “You don’t want us to go out of our minds, do you, baby? I’m already halfway there just knowing you want to.”
From behind, Nick’s fingers slide up my nape and twist into my hair. “You’ve been claimed, little Penny. Your place is with us.” His sigh reaches me. “We wouldn’t last a single goddamn day without you.”
Tears prick the backs of my eyelids. “I won’t be the rope in your tug of war.”
“I’ll take responsibility,” Zeke says, sliding his thumb along my bottom lip. “I’m a fucking hothead, baby. You were right. I was just feeling…”
“Insecure?” I supply, unable to stop myself from giving his thumb a kiss. “Is that the first time ever?”
“Yeah,” he laughs, taking off through the intersection. “Guess that’s why I didn’t react so well.”
Nick clears his throat in the back seat. “I’m to blame, too. I…tried to give Zeke what I thought he needed tonight. You. But I couldn’t watch without taking.” His fingertips massage my scalp. “We’re both possessive men by nature. Throw in the most desirable woman on the planet and we turn into animals, sweetheart. I’m…sorry.”
“Wow.” I swipe at my eyes. “An apology from Nick and an admission of insecurity from Zeke. This is like a mobile therapy session.”
We stop outside Zeke’s building and he shifts into park, turning to me and sliding his palms up my thighs, tugging on the frayed ends of my jean shorts. “Don’t give up on us.”
“Don’t threaten to, either, please,” Nick grumbles, his touch still moving in my hair. “I can’t even take the thought of losing you.”
Wishing we weren’t in the truck—because I now have the overwhelming need for bear hugs from them both—I unsnap my seatbelt and climb out, waiting on the sidewalk for them to join me. When they do, I waste no time gripping the fronts of their shirts and dragging them close. “I’m sorry. I won’t threaten to leave anymore.” I kiss both of their chins. “Next time I’ll just do it.”
“You better be joking,” Nick says.
Zeke frowns at me. “That’s not funny.”
I giggle and let them go, dancing off toward the building entrance. “Are you coming?”
“The fire is only fifty percent contained,” Zeke answers, catching up with me to unlock the door. “We have to get back to the scene.”
“We’ll make sure you’re inside safe first.” Nick takes hold of my hand and guides me toward the elevator. “This time, stay put, sweetheart.”
I turn into his arms once we’re inside the elevator. “Yes, Daddy.”
Zeke moves up behind me, massaging my bottom with a strong hand. “Bet you’re sore. Want me to draw you a bath?”
“Yes, please,” I breathe, leaning back and letting the younger of the two men tease my lips with his own. “Are you sure you guys can’t stay and wash me?”
Their twin groans send shivers down my spine. “Stop torturing us,” Nick says. “I’d love more than anything to take a washcloth to your little well-fucked pussy.”
“And I’d love to get you dirty all over again.”
Zeke coaxes my mouth open for a short, tongue-sweeping kiss, before letting Nick take a turn slanting his lips over mine, only stopping when the elevator dings to let us off on Zeke’s floor. Each of them takes one of my hands, escorting me down the hallway, and I take a moment to savor how content I am. There are going to be bumps in the road with these two uniquely different men, but as long as we come home together at night and all of us are secure in our importance in the relationship, nothing can wreck what we’ve found.
Once inside the apartment, Nick and Zeke move from room to room, checking in closets and beneath beds. Testing window locks. Zeke ends up in the bathroom drawing me a bath, and the homey sound of water filling the tub makes me sleepy. I flop down on the couch to admire Zeke’s butt through the bathroom doorway where he bends over the tub, testing the temperature. And I turn around and catch Nick changing his shirt, that chest full of salt and pepper hair causing me to give a big feminine sigh of appreciation. Nick catches me and smiles—for the first time since I met him?—and holy God above, he’s just as handsome as Zeke when he does it.
“Wow.” I tip sideways on the couch and curl into a squealing ball. “I’m really glad we’re not arguing anymore.”
The water stops in the bathroom and Zeke’s mouth finds my ear a few seconds later. “You have no idea.”
“Be good and stay inside.” Nick’s hands settle on my knees, sliding up the insides of my thighs, a single knuckle brushing my juncture, up and down the seam of my shorts. “One of us will be home to drive you to school in the morning. And when we’re all together tomorrow night, we’ll take turns eating this sexy pussy.”
“Okay,” I manage, flustered. “Sounds ideal.”
Zeke laughs. “Your bath is ready, baby.”
I make no move to stand. I’ll get there eventually. “Thank you.”
My face really wants to pout when both men head for the door with clear reluctance, but I do my best to smile. Until Nick is walking out into the hallway and I shoot back into a sitting position. “I meant what I said,” I call out, my voice softening when they turn. “I love you. Both of you.”
Some people go their whole life time without having another human being look at them the way Nick and Zeke look at me right now. As if they can’t stand to be existing in a world where they’re not touching me.
“We love you, too.”
They say it at the same time, truth in every syllable. Their love hangs in the air and when the door closes behind them. I hug myself and slump back down, already counting the minutes until I see them again. A short while later, I’m just about to drag myself into the bath Zeke thoughtfully drew for me when there’s a knock at the door. Excitement tripping along my nerve endings, I jog for the door, twist the locks and throw it open.
“Did you change your minds—”
Horror clouds my throat and cuts me off mid-sentence. Because it’s not Nick and Zeke on the other side of the door. It’s the face that has slowly been revealing itself during my nightmares of the fire. A shiny bald head and the flat, emotionless mouth. It all comes back to me—his smiling face looking back at me through the smoke, a cigarette dangling from his lips. And the laughter. It’s coming from him and my memories at the same time. There isn’t a doubt in my mind.
This is the man who killed my father.
I must say it out loud, because he pulls a weapon from his coat and backs me into the apartment, saying, “Smart girl.” His eyes are a little wild, the humorous tilt to his head making m
y sick. “I’m the man who’s going to kill you, too.”
“H-how did you find me?”
“Followed you from school. Your father was always going on about his intelligent college girl and her designs,” he responds, casually surveying the apartment, the red container sloshing where it dangles in his right hand. “Had to wait, though. Your guards never leave you alone.” He looks back at me with a wink. “But they can’t help you now.”
CHAPTER NINE
Nick
M y arms burn from holding the hose, but I only hoist it higher, aiming it toward the burn. We’ve almost got it under control, keeping the fire isolated to a single building. Across the street, I see Zeke lowering the ladder from a different truck while shouting at civilians to stay back. He catches my eye and we trade a nod.
We didn’t speak on the way back to the fire, but there was relative peace between us. Not to mention, I think we were both still reeling from Penny asking to be taken to her aunt’s house. It’s only our second night having her all to ourselves and we risked the newfound happiness only she can give us. Fair to say it scared us pretty damn good. What I said to Penny was true—there will be times the possessiveness rears its head and gives an animal roar—but there’s no question that the possibility of living a life without her will always roar louder.
God, I just want to get home to her. It’ll be dawn by the time we walk through the door and she’ll probably be sleeping, but maybe there’ll be enough time to at least make out with her. Yeah, I said make out. I’m a forty-year-old man and I want to dry hump Daddy’s little girl on the couch. I want to watch her eyes widen in disbelief when I make her cream in her panties. And afterward…yeah. Afterward, I want to watch a movie with her on my lap, feeding her popcorn. Comforting her during the scary parts.
Zeke will be there, too, won’t he? She’ll want to watch the second half of the movie from his lap. But I’ll rub her feet. Or hold her hand. That image of us three—instead of two—doesn’t bother me as much as before. No, it’s dangerously close to satisfying. Because I can see Penny’s relaxed smile and I’m growing more and more confident in the fact that she needs me and Zeke equally.