C3 3

Mackenzie~

He’d been panting and sweating when I’d bumped into him that day — every muscle on his gorgeous body bulging at his workout clothes as he stepped out of the home gym. I could smell the manly, intoxicating scent of him, which did all sorts of insane things to my body and my hormones. But I’d pushed all that back, swallowing thickly as I’d given him the same attitude I’d been giving him and Lincoln since I’d arrived.

“Going out?” he’d growled, his eyes sliding wickedly over my cut-off jean shorts, hiking boots, and tank top. Wilder’s estate occupied like thirty acres of woods, and I’d come to really like going out for hikes on some of the trails.

I’d shrugged, hoping to God he couldn’t see the way he made my body shiver or made my cheeks flush.

“Yup. See ya.”

I’d turned on my heel, but suddenly, I’d felt his hand grip my arm tight and tug me back around. I gasped quietly, my heart jumping into my chest as I’d whirled to come face to face with the gorgeous, brooding man who’d occupied every single piece of my fantasies since I’d arrived. He’d never really touched me before, and the feel of that strong, powerful hand on my skin had me melting for him.

“How about a little fucking respect, Kenzie,” he’d growled, his jaw tight as his eyes had burned right into me.

I’d shivered, swallowing the heat from my face.

“What, I’m just saying I’m going out. Do you need it in writing?”

“I need it nicely,” he’d growled, and suddenly, he stepped right into me, making me gasp as he backed me right into the wall behind me. His eyes burned fiercely into mine as he moved close. His hands went to the wall next to my head, like he was pinning me to it, and it took everything I had to stifle the whimper caught in my throat.

“How about ‘I’m going out for a walk’?”

“I’m going out for a walk,” I mimed back, rolling my eyes.

“I’m going out for a walk,what?” he’d growled.

“You’re not my dad, you know.”

I don’t know why I decided to say it, but it was what he said back that set the entire thing in motion. A dark look flashed across his face — the same dark look I’d seen all the other times I’d sassed him or Lincoln, and the same dark look that sent a jolt of pure electricity directly between my legs.

“No shit,” Wilder growled under his breath before he suddenly lowered his face to mine, making me gasp quietly.

“Trust me, Kenzie. We would not be having this conversation if I was your daddy.”

Daddy.

Just like that, for the first time ever, the word hit me like a blaze of heat right through my core. It hit me like a teasing, wicked touch right between my thighs, and suddenly, I was more turned on, more turned around, and more wet than I’d ever been before.

He’d moved away from me, turned, and stormed right back into the gym, leaving me breathless, and aching for more.

…Yeah, I never made it out for a hike that day. Instead, I’d run back to my room, through the huge, castle-like home. And I guess my mind was still squarely on Wilder mentioning being my daddy as he all but pinned me to the wall, because I didn’t realize

I was walking past the doorway to Lincoln’s quarters until I heard the shower running.

I stopped, my heart still hammering in my chest and my pulse still roaring through my ears as I suddenly heard something I’d never heard before.

…Rough, growling, manly groans of pleasure. My entire body shivered with heat, and I came to a stuttering stop outside the open doorway. I could feel my pulse hammering inside my veins as I turned and looked inside.

And there it was again.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby.”

Lincoln’s deep voicegrowled out the words, and my whole body tingled with forbidden heat. Did he have a girl over or something? Actually, the entire time I’d been living there so far, I hadn’t seen either of them even go out, let alone bring someone home. I trembled, listening to his rough growls and feeling the things those sounds were doing to my body, until slowly, I started to move.

I stepped towards the doorway, the thump-thumping of my heart beating like a drum in my ears as I pushed the door wide and glanced inside. Lincoln’s huge guest chambers were empty and immaculately clean but for some of his clothes draped across the king size bed. The groan came again, and my eyes darted across the room to the wide open door to the ensuite bathroom.

And my whole world froze.

I could see him. Barely, and clouded through the steamy glass of the shower-stall, and the heat instantly pooled between my legs. I could see Lincoln’s gorgeous muscles rippling under the shower spray, his skin had glistening, the noise of the water not quite able to contain his quiet groans. And he was alone.

He didn’t have a girl over or anything like that. His muscles rippled and clenched as he groaned, and when my eyes dipped lower, and when I realized what I was looking at, my thighs clenched tight, my nipples hardened under my loose tank top, and my entire body shivered.

He was stroking hiscock.

The groans rumbled through the bathroom and into his empty bedroom, and his biceps clenched as he stroked his hand up and down his shaft. The glass was blurry with steam, but I knew what I was looking at. And even with the steam partially hiding what my eyes were staring at, I knew it was huge by the way his hand moved up and down it.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Lincoln groaned to whoever the fantasy girl was in his head. “Take that big cock, angel. Take it like a good girl and let me feel that little pussy slide down every inch.”

The pulse between my legs had me gasping. Slowly, I stepped into his empty bedroom, moving as close as I dared and leaning against his dresser as my eyes drank it all in. One of the two men I’d been completely fantasizing about since I’d gotten there was now naked, ten feet away, and jerking his big dick while I watched.

…The button to my jean shorts popped before I could even think about it. My fingers pushed inside, slipping under the elastic of my panties and making me whimper as they slipped lower and lower. I'd leaned against the dresser, mouth hanging open and my face screwed into a mask of pleasure as I'd slipped my fingers easily into my hot wetness. I'd moaned quietly as I'd fingered myself hard with my thumb against my clit, watching Lincoln grunt and stroke his erection under the shower spray.

“Swallow my cum, baby girl,” he groaned, making me gasp into my hand as my own pleasure threatened to pull me under.

“Swallow every drop of daddy’s cum, Kenzie.”

The orgasm hit me like a bomb. I all but screamed into my hand, almost falling over as I slumped against dresser. My dripping wet pussy clenched so tight around my fingers, and as my thumb rolled over my aching clit, I came harder than I’d ever come before.

Lincoln roared, and when I saw the splash of thick, milky whiteness against the shower stall glass, my whole body tumbled right into another leg-quaking orgasm that almost really did bring me to the ground that time.

The shower turned off, and I was barely conscious of darting out of his room and running all the way back to my own as my whole world burned around me.

…He’d said my name.

Lincoln Reece had said my name as he stroked his big, thick cock in the shower, and it was me in his head that’d made him come.

Daddy.

That was twice now, from both of them, that I’d heard the word and felt the way it made me shiver and gasp. There was something so freaking sexy, in this dirty, bad-girl way that teased through my body like nothing else ever had.

…And I’d been craving that feeling every since. I’d tried everything to get back to the naughty, wicked thrill of that day, from both of them. I craved the feeling I’d felt when a sweating, gorgeous Wilder had basically pinned me to the wall and mentioned being my daddy. And I needed the intensity of watching Lincoln stoke his cock while thinking of me.

Swallow every drop of daddy’s cum, Kenzie.

I’d acted out, hoping that would get them to react to me like Wilder had that day. I dressed skimpier and skimpier, until I was practically prancing around the house in my underwear, hoping to tempt them into breaking.

But they never did, no matter how much I pushed or hoped.

That is, until that night. I knew something was different the moment I walked into the house that night. It was just a feeling — like this invisible heat pulsing through the air and teasing over my skin the instant I stepped inside. And slowly, as my pulse raced and my skin tingled, I wondered if it’d worked. I wondered if staying out far past when I was supposed to be home had done it. Or if being dressed the way I was, with a way too short skirt, and a skimpy tank top which pretty clearly showed I wasn’t wearing a bra had done it. Or if being out with the sports-car driving, quarterback jock, boyishly good-looking Justin who had “sleazy intentions” written all over had done it.

…I wondered if I’d finally pushed them over the edge. I bit my lip as I opened the door to the dark, quiet house.

“Get in here.”

I gasped loudly as the strong, powerful hands grabbed me tight, pulling me into a firm, muscled body.

“What the hell do you think you’re—”

“No more bullshit, little girl,” Wilder’s voice growled into my ear. My hands fell against his hard chest, and as I looked up into his dark, piercing eyes, my whole body trembled.

“It’s time to learn what happens to bad girls in this house.”