Page 99 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Ezra’s voice drops to a whisper, rough and seductive. “What if we show you just how good it can be? How much you could crave it? Everyday could be like this. Every morning and night.”

My breath hitches, and I can’t help but shiver at the way he looks at me, like I’m something to be devoured. “And what if I don’t want that?”

Elijah steps closer, his fingers brushing against my arm, igniting a spark that travels straight to my core. “But you do. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

I swallow hard, torn between desire and fear. “You’re both playing with fire.”

Ezra smirks, stepping even closer, his body inches from mine. “Then let’s see how long you can resist the heat.”

The tension snaps, and suddenly, I’m surrounded. Ezra’s hand finds my waist, pulling me close, while Elijah moves in, his presence an intoxicating allure.

“Do you want this?” Ezra asks, his voice low and seductive. “Do you want us?”

I can’t find my words, the heat of their bodies overwhelming, drowning out all rational thought. I nod, a small, desperate movement, and it’s all the invitation they need.

Elijah leans in, capturing my lips with his, a fierce kiss that ignites something primal within me. I melt against him, lost in the moment.

As Elijah pulls away, Ezra’s lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses down my skin, igniting a fire that spreads through me. I gasp, my body responding instinctively to their touch, each caress pushing me closer to the edge.

“Let go,” Ezra murmurs against my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “Let us show you what you need.”

And in that moment, I know I’m teetering on the brink of something dark and intoxicating, something that could consume me whole. My mind screams at me to slow down, to think, to put up a wall before I let this go too far. But my heart… my heart betrays me with reckless curiosity.

“I need you, little bird.”

Ezra’s hands slide down my sides, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter. The cool surface contrasts sharply with the heat building between us, and I can’t help but arch into him. His lips find mine, and I’m lost again, drowning in the intensity of our connection.

Elijah’s hands roam my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. My breath quickens as he presses against me, his desire palpable. I can feel the tension building, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“Are you sure?” Elijah whispers, his forehead resting against mine, searching my eyes for any hesitation.

In that moment, I realize I don’t want to hold back anymore. “Yes,” I breathe, the word escaping my lips like a confession.

Elijah’s hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss, while Ezra’s fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my neck. I gasp as they take their time, savoring every inch of me, their touches igniting a hunger I didn’t know I had.

Ezra rips the boxers from me, slinging them to the side with a fierce urgency that sends a thrill racing through my body.

He grips my thighs, spreading me open as he kneels before me, his eyes dark with unrestrained desire.

There’s a raw intensity in his gaze that makes my heart race, igniting a fire deep within me.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he throws my legs over his shoulders, positioning me perfectly for what’s to come.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he dives in, his tongue exploring me with a fervor that leaves me gasping.

The sensation is overwhelming, electric, and I can feel every nerve ending in my body come alive.

“Ezra,” I moan, the sound escaping my lips before I can think to hold it back. The way he moves, so confident and hungry, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I find myself arching into him, craving more.

“Nuh-uh,” Elijah tsks. “What do you call us?”

“Daddy!” I cry out as Ezra works his tongue with expert precision, teasing and tantalizing, pushing me closer to the edge with every flick and swirl. My mind is a whirlwind of sensations, and I can hardly think as he devours me, each motion sending me further into a blissful haze.

Elijah nips and licks along my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he pushes up my shirt, exposing my skin to the cool air. The contrast makes me gasp, and I feel every nerve in my body ignite with anticipation.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky against my ear. His lips find mine, capturing them in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. I melt against him, feeling the weight of his desire pressing into me, a perfect counterpoint to the heat building within.

Ezra’s movements are relentless, his tongue working its magic, and I’m caught in a whirlwind of sensations that threatens to consume me whole. Elijah deepens the kiss, his hands now gripping my waist, anchoring me as I lose myself in the pleasure they’re giving me.

“Let us take care of you,” Elijah whispers between kisses, his breath hot against my lips. The promise in his words sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but nod, giving myself over to the moment.

With one final, powerful surge of his tongue, I come hard, the pleasure exploding through me like a tidal wave.

It washes over me, consuming every thought, every feeling, until all that exists is the bliss coursing through my veins.

I cry out, the sound echoing in the air as I surrender to the overwhelming sensation, my body trembling with the force of it.

Ezra rises to his feet, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger as he pulls me up from the counter, his strength enveloping me. In an instant, he smashes his lips against mine, the kiss fierce and demanding.

The heat of their bodies envelops me, but as Ezra’s lips leave mine, reality crashes back in like a cold wave. I pull away, breathless and wide-eyed, my heart racing.

“I—I have to go to work,” I stammer, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

Ezra’s brow furrows, disappointment flashing across his face. “You can’t be serious,” he says, his voice low and edged with frustration. “You want to leave now?”

“I don’t have a choice,” I reply, trying to regain my composure, but the lingering warmth of their touches makes it difficult. “I can’t just skip out on my shift.”

I step back, and Ezra and Elijah don’t move. They just watch me, both too perceptive, both seeing too much.

Elijah’s fingers twitch like he wants to reach for me. Ezra exhales slowly, his gaze steady.

Ezra and Elijah exchange a glance as I gather my purse from the living room, my pulse still unsteady from the conversation lingering in the air.

“We will take you,” Elijah says casually, like it’s already decided.

“I can walk,” I protest, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder.

Ezra arches a brow, arms crossed as he leans against the counter. “We’re driving. End of discussion.”

“I said I can walk.”

“And I said we’re driving you. We aren’t just your Daddies in the bedroom,” Ezra argues.

I exhale, sensing the resistance isn’t worth the fight. “Fine,” I mutter, letting it go.

I retreat to Ezra's room, slipping out of the borrowed clothes and back into my outfit from yesterday—freshly washed and folded, their scent clean and slightly unfamiliar, but comforting. The small gesture of washing my clothes makes my chest tighten.

I can hear them talking, but can’t make out exactly what they are saying.

I spot my phone on the bed side table and grab it.

I’m about to make my way to the kitchen when I hear a series of notifications going off.

I check my phone but it’s on silent, then I see either Ezra’s or Elijah’s sitting on the dresser.

My curiosity piques, and I can’t resist taking a look. I see a slew of messages and I click on the group chat. I read the words that scroll across the screen.

Hayden:

How’s the bet going? Got your little barista into bed yet?

Bet? What bet?

Nic:

I’m sure they have by now with all the charm the St. James twins have.

Hayden:

I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she finds out they were only with her for a bet.

I stare at the words, my heart pounding in my chest. Bet? What does that even mean? Were they just using me for some fucking bet? The thought makes my heart clench, and tears sting the back of my eyes.

Anger and hurt well up inside me, and I can't believe that I let myself trust them so easily. I thought they were different, but it seems like everyone in my life has ulterior motives.

I need to get out of here and back to the coffee shop. I can’t stay here a second longer, not after reading that. I won’t be played by them, and I can’t handle another man hurting me. Not after Richard.

With my heart pounding, I step back into the kitchen, both Elijah and Ezra standing there, their expressions shifting from casual to concerned as they see my face. I hold up Ezra’s phone, the group chat pulled up on the screen, shaking with anger and hurt.

“I was a fucking bet?” I scream, tears streaming down my face, the raw emotion spilling out of me. “Is that all I am to you?”

Their faces go pale, and I can see the realization dawning on them. Elijah’s mouth opens, but no words come out. Ezra takes a step forward, his eyes wide with shock and regret.

“Wren, wait—” Ezra starts, but I cut him off.

“Don’t you dare ‘Wren, wait’ me! I saw it! I saw everything! You thought you could just play with me like I’m some kind of game?” My voice trembles, the hurt spilling over into anger. “I thought you both cared about me!”

Elijah steps closer, his hands raised in a placating gesture. “It’s not what you think, Wren. Please, let me explain.”

“Explain what?” I snap, backing away, my heart racing. “That you were just trying to see who could get me into bed first? That I was some kind of challenge for you?”

Ezra’s face falls, and he shakes his head. “No, that’s not it at all! It was supposed to be a joke. We didn’t mean it like that!”

“A joke?” I scoff, the bitterness rising in my throat. “You think it’s funny to bet on someone’s feelings? To use me like that?”

Ezra’s eyes soften with regret. “Wren, you are special to us. The bet was a mistake, and we’re sorry. We care about you, more than you know.”

“Do you?” I challenge, my heart aching. “Because right now, all I see is two guys who think they can toy with me and my emotions. I can’t do this. I won’t let someone hurt me again.”

I turn to leave, my heart heavy with betrayal. But before I can reach the door, Elijah steps in front of me, his expression pleading. “Wren, don’t go. We can fix this. Just give us a chance to show you how much you mean to us.”

I shake my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’ve already shown me what I mean to you. I need to get out of here.”

“You know this conversation isn’t over,” Elijah calls after me, his voice filled with urgency.

I pause at the door, my hand resting on the handle, and turn slightly to face them. “Then I guess you’ll have to catch me after work.” My voice is steady, but inside, I’m a whirlwind of emotions—hurt, anger, and a flicker of something else I can’t quite identify.

As I make my way to the coffee shop, I replay the conversation in my mind, the sting of their betrayal fresh and raw. I can’t shake the feeling of being used, of being a pawn in their game. But deep down, I also recognize the connection we shared, the moments that felt real amidst the chaos.