C4 4

Mackenzie~

“Get in the house,” Wilder growled lowly.

I felt my pulse beating hard beneath my chest at the powerful and commanding tone.

“You can’t boss me around, you know,” I threw back.

“You’re not my real—”

“Get inside,” he hissed, and I shivered at the heat in his voice.

“Fine!” I spat back, my whole body tingling with raw want. I pushed him aside and strode into the large entryway. “What are you gonna do,” I threw over my shoulder. “Punish me?”

I sauntered in, storming right into the huge living room that I loved, lined with shelves and shelves of leather books. But the little grin on my face dropped when I realized Lincoln was sitting calmly on one of the large, opulent, leather sofas, and I blushed fiercely. The two of them had both been the focus of every single dirty fantasy and dream I’d had for the last month. But I’d seen Lincoln, even if it’d been blurred and steamy. And looking at him now, sitting back nursing a drink in dark jeans and a crisp white button-up, with his stupidly handsome cowboy chin and gorgeous blue eyes locked right on me brought it all back.

“Maybe I am.”

Wilder’s rough, firm voice was suddenly right behind me, and I gasped under my breath. I turned, trapped against the back of the sofa opposite Lincoln as I faced Wilder.

“You wouldn’tdare,” I whispered quietly. Wilder’s fierce gaze burned right into me, and I swear I could feel Lincoln’s eyes doing the same behind me. And caught between the two of them like that, I could feel my whole body tingling with raw heat.

“Where the fuck were you?” Wilder growled.

“Nowhere.”

His eyes narrowed.

Goddamnit. I wanted the response. I wanted the reaction.

“I was out, on a date.” I said matter-of-factly, setting my jaw as I stared right back at him. I could see something dark and fierce flicker across his eyes, but he was silent.

“Yeah,” I sassed with more bravado this time.

“A date.” I swallowed, cocking my hip to the side. Provoking him.

“You're playing a dangerous game here, Kenzie,” he growled.

“Or maybe you’re just being a puss—”

I gasped as he suddenly spun me around and pressed me against the couch.

SMACK.

With a sharp crack, his hand came flat against the soft, yielding skin of my ass right through my skirt, setting a fire through my core.

“You can’t just spank me,” I whispered quietly, panting.

“You’re not my—”

“Dad?” Wilder growled into my ear, making me shiver. “No, Kenzie, I’m not. But in this house and under this roof, for all intents and purposes, I sure as fuck am. I care for you. I feed you. I give you money for clothes which you apparently spend on skirts so short I can see what color fucking panties you’re wearing.”

“You cannot—”

“Red,” he growled, his fingers teasing across the short hem of my skirt, flicking it with his fingertips and letting the air tease over my bare thighs. “This last month? Yeah we’re not going to play that little game anymore. We’re done with your bratty little attitude. And to make things easier, I’m going to make it simple for you. In this house, since your real one fucked off with my shitty sister, and since I’m the one caring for you?”

I gasped as I felt his lips right against my ear, his hand resting on my ass, still tingling from the spank.

“In this house, from now on,I’m your daddy.”

Oh God…

Raw heat exploded through me, like every single naughty fantasy I’d been bottling up over the last month was finally coming rushing out.

“Bend over.”

“Wha—”

I gasped as Wilder’s firm hands bent me over, pushing me over the back of the sofa. I whimpered, feeling my tiny skirt pulled up high over my ass and knowing he could see my little red thong pulled tight between my ass cheeks. I blushed just as red as I looked up and locked eyes with Lincoln. Wilder’s hand slid up my thigh, making me gasp before suddenly, he pulled back and then let his palm connect with my skin again.

SMACK.

I yelped — the sound a mix of shock and basically a moan as his strong, powerful hand spanked my little ass and spread the heat through my whole body.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Kenzie,” Wilder growled in my ear, spanking me again as Lincoln just watched, his eyes blazing heat.

SMACK.

With a low growl, Wilder brought his hand down across my up turned ass again, hard. I cried out with a high mewling squeal and a moan, but my eyes stayed open and locked onto Lincoln. Because if it wasn’t dirty enough that here I was, eighteen years old and getting spanked by my gorgeous, dominant guardian, the fact that my second gorgeous dominant guardian was watching made it all the, well…

Hotter.

So,so much hotter.

Wilder’s hand down again, and this time, when the gasp left my lips, I could see Lincoln’s jaw tense. His eyes blazed raw heat across the divide between us, and I swear I could see the front of his jeans bulging up.

Oh my God, he was hard. Like, really, really hard.

I whimpered as I felt Wilder move right against me, his body hot against my thigh as one open hand pressed into the small of my back and the other spanked down on my ass. I gasped as he tugged my skirt up, flipping it over my ass and completely baring my thong to his eyes. Ithought I’d seen the front of Lincoln’s pants pulsing, but when I felt something big and huge throb against my ass, I moaned softly, knowing what it was.

They were both hard from this — Wilder from disciplining me and spanking my ass, and Lincoln from watching him do it.

“Who the fuck was this date with?” Wilder growled.

I shook my head. “No one! Just this guy.”

“What guy?” Lincoln muttered.

“He plays football for the college.”

I could heard Wilder growl slowly under his breath, muttering something I couldn’t quite hear.

“Yeah? And what exactly happened on this date?”

“Nothing,” I panted, swallowing and feeling my face burn as his hand slid over the curve of my ass, soothing where he’d just spanked.

“Don’t lie to us, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled.

I shook my head, the heat blazing through me as I saw Lincoln’s jaw clench, his hand tight on the arm rest of the sofa. I could feel Wilder’s thick erection pulsing against my thigh, and between the two of them, it felt like I was melting right there against the couch.

“Nothing happened, I swear,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I mean, he—”

“He what?”

There was this edge to Wilder’s voice that wasn’t really anger, but I couldn’t quite place it.

“He what?” he snarled again, and this time, I knew what I was hearing in his voice.

Jealousy.

The thought made me gasp and made every cell in my body tingled. I’d made him jealous. Or both of them.

“He wanted me to…” I shut my eyes, my cheeks burning hot as I felt Wilder’s cock strain against his jeans into my skin. I heard movement, and when I opened my eyes, I gasped at Lincoln standing right in front of me. He reached down and cupped my jaw, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tight.

“What the fuck did this little piece of shit try, Kenzie?” Wilder growled

I blushed scarlet.

“Tell us.”

I swallowed thickly. “He wanted me to…to, you know.”

“What?”

“He wanted me to suck his cock,” I finally blurted out.

Both big, gorgeous men growled— the sound primal and animalistic.

“I didn’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I really didn’t.”

“And yet,” Wilder’s voice was low and gravely, and the sound of it rumbled through me like a wildfire.

“And yet, since you’ve decided to wear a skirt so short I can fucking see it, I can also see that your naughty little thong is fucking wet.” Wilder added.

I swear, I could’ve come from those words alone. Even after how insane that night had turned out, with Wilder putting his hands on me and spanking my bare ass right in front of Lincoln, nothing could’ve prepared me for hearing that.

…And nothing had ever set off a spark inside of me so hot or so fierce. I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath and trying to find the courage to say what I wanted to say — to tell them out loud that it was them I wanted, not some frat douche bag.

“Kenzie—”

“They weren’t like that when I got home.” The words blurted out before I could stop them, and suddenly, I felt the whole room go still. Wilder stiffened, his hand leaving my skin and body moving away from mine.

No, no.

I didn’t want to not feel him against me, and I didn’t want to not feel his hands on me.

I turned, taking shaky breaths and feeling my whole body buzz with the raw need for him — for both of them. And slowly, I opened my mouth.

“That—”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to look right up into Wilder’s deep, dark, brooding, sexy eyes.

“That only happened after I got home, daddy.”

The roomfroze. I swear you could’ve heard a pin drop. And I’m not sure what in the world I ever thought was going to happen when I said it — what insane porno-scenario my dirty mind thought might just happen when I said it. But when Wilder opened his mouth, it was nothing I’d expected.

“Go to bed, Kenzie,” he growled quietly, his face and his eyes so full of heat and this raw desire that it almost sucked me right into him. But he took a step back, his broad chest heaving. He glanced past me, and I looked over my shoulder to see Lincoln standing there with his jaw clenched tight and his eyes wild — the same frozen, hard look on his face as he shook his head and downed the last of his drink before turning away.

“Go to bed,” Wilder said again, quieter this time.

And just like that, the raw heat of the room cooled, and the two of them put their walls right back up. Wilder gave me one last, long look, before he and Lincoln stepped from the room, leaving me alone with my pounding heart, my bated breath, and my very wet panties.