Page 34 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

I can’t make out the words of what they’re doing, but I don’t need to. My imagination is far too eager to fill in the blanks on its own.

Jack’s hands moving to grab me. Liam’s mouth trailing down my neck. Reece’s laugh rumbling against my back as he?—

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Stop it. Stop it.

But the memory of earlier won’t leave me alone.

Jack’s hands on me as he tended to my burn, the low rumble of his voice so close I could feel it in my bones.

The way his thumb brushed over my skin with a gentleness that shouldn’t have made my stomach flip.

Heat rushes between my legs.

God, send help…

I bite my lip and slip a hand under the waistband of my sweats before I can talk myself out of it.

My fingers trail lower, slow at first, tentative, as my mind spits out dangerous, shameful fantasies.

Jack pinning me against the counter, his stubble scraping my cheek as he growls in my ear.

Liam’s big hands on my hips, holding me in place as his mouth finds the tender curve of my shoulder to nip at.

Reece watching from the doorway with that cocky grin of his, voice low and teasing me.

A soft moan escapes me before I can stop it.

I bite down hard on the edge of my pillow to stifle the sound, my hips rocking as heat floods my belly and my fingers spread my folds wide.

I dip two inside my aching hole, wet and ready for them to arch deeper.

My orgasm is coming too fast.

Years of pent-up need and loneliness surging to the surface.

I’m barely able to rock my hips against the mattress a few dozen times when release comes and leaves me trembling.

The fingers on my other hand curl around the sheets as guilt crashes over me in a cold wave.

Holy shit. I just came to fantasies about them.

Ripping my hand out of my sweats, I scrub the other over my face as tears begin to prickle at the corners of my eyes.

I’m too disgusted with myself.

What if they found out what I’d been doing?

Their best friend’s kid touching herself to the idea of them trying to fuck her. Like they’d ever cross that boundary.

I’m delusional for even thinking of it as a possibility in the first place.

Shamefully, I clean up quickly, pulling my hoodie tighter around me as I burrow under the covers.

But sleep doesn’t come easy.

I can still hear them out there like they don’t have a care in the world, taunting me even further because a part of me wants to get up and go join them.