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“ Y ou all right, baby girl?” Jack came up behind her.

“Yep. I’m good.” She turned to him with a big smile on her face.

What did Jameson want to talk to Ian and Jack about? And why did she feel like it had something to do with her?

“Ian?” Jack said.

“Yep?”

“I think our girl just lied to us.”

Ian walked over, his eyebrows lowered. “Did she just?”

“Uh-huh. She said she was good when she clearly isn’t.”

Was it wrong to be as attracted to Jameson as she was to Ian and Jack?

“Are you going to tell us what you’re thinking?” Ian asked.

“I’m thinking we should probably head home soon before Uncle Willy gets back from the talk he’s giving.”

Her uncle had more of a social life than she did.

“Lying again.” Jack clicked his tongue. “I don’t think that this kind of behavior can wait to be addressed until we get home.”

“I think you’re right, Jack.”

“The two of you are ganging up on me.” She stomped her foot with a pout. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is you keeping things from us,” Ian told her firmly. “Especially things that are upsetting you.”

“They weren’t upsetting me, per se . . . I guess I was just wondering why Jameson wanted to talk to you. That was all.”

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about that.” Ian cupped her chin. “Whatever it is he has to say, it doesn’t change things between us. Understand?”

“Really?” she whispered.

“Yes. You’re our girl.” Jack moved in behind her, kissing along her neck. “Ours to take care of, to cherish, to Top, and to punish.”

“You can lose the last one.”

“I don’t think so, Little girl.” Ian gave her a firm look. “But since you did tell us what you were thinking in the end, we’ll take you home to spank you.”

“So generous.”

Jack slapped her ass. Right there for anyone to see. “It’s not too late to bend you over that seat there and turn this ass red.”

“Let’s go home. Let’s go home!”

To her shock, Ian picked her up on his hip. She glanced around shyly, but no one paid them much attention. He walked her outside and deposited her in the backseat of his truck, putting the seatbelt over her.

“I think she’d look cute in a booster seat. What do you think?” Jack asked as he got in and Ian started up the truck.

“Definitely.”

Need filled her. She wanted that.

When they arrived home, Ian checked his phone. “We’ve got an hour.”

“Plenty of time to spank a naughty girl, then fuck her,” Jack said.

She groaned, but he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder up the stairs.

“Not like that, Jack!” Ian roared. “You’ll drop her.”

“I’d never drop my baby. Do a perimeter check, would you?”

“You are so naughty,” she whispered to him.

“Oh no, baby girl. You’re the naughty one.”

Ian was grumbling as he walked into the house after doing a check. Jack better not have started her punishment without him.

The last thing he expected to hear were moans of pleasure coming down the stairs.

As he entered her bedroom, he just stared at the two of them. They were both naked and Jack was on his stomach while Maggie was lying on her back with her legs pressed against her chest.

“Punishment, huh?” Ian asked dryly.

Jack moved his mouth away from her pussy, licking his lips. “Oh no. I saved that part for you. Get naked and catch up.”

Jack started kissing his way up her tummy.

“No, no,” she cried out. “I need to come. Jack, please.”

“You might need to come, baby girl. That doesn’t mean you get to. Now, you’re going to move onto your hands and knees and take your punishment from Ian. And then afterward, you’re going to suck my cock while he fucks you.”

Oh, hell yes.

Ian quickly stripped off while she got herself into position, her knees toward the edge of the mattress. Ian ran his hand over her beautiful ass.

“I’m going to spank you until I think you understand that it is unacceptable for you to lie to us. Do you understand, Little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy One and Daddy Two.”

“Hey, who you calling Daddy Two?” Jack said with outrage. “Ian might get offended by that.”

“Jack,” Ian warned.

Jack grew quiet, but when she glanced at him, he pointed to himself and held up one finger.

She grinned.

Good Lord. What had she started?

“What’s your safeword, Little girl?” Ian asked.

“Pork pie, Daddy.”

As soon as she had the words out, Ian started spanking her. And whoa, he wasn’t messing around. Jack reached out and wrapped her hair around his fist, drawing her face up so he could look down at her.

“Don’t lie to us, baby girl,” he told her as Ian continued to spank her. “We don’t like it. We need open communication for this to work.”

How long did they plan on making this work?

Actually, she didn’t want to know.

Jack let her hair go and she gave herself over to the spanking. Each slap made her bottom heat. Tears dripped down her face and she let out a small sob.

“I’m sorry, Daddies. I’m sorry.”

“Shh. It’s all right. You did so well,” Ian told her, rubbing her bottom. He sat and drew her onto his lap, so her legs were straddling him.

Then he patted her back until she’d calmed down. Drawing her head back, he stared down at her. “You’re so precious to us. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Lord.

And to think she’d once called him Mr. Grumpy Knickers.

“But if you ever lie again, I’m going to get a paddle and take it to your bottom every day for a week.”

And now his sweetness level was at about twenty-five percent.

“Now that part’s done, I think I’m owed a blow job,” Jack said.

Jack watched as Maggie crawled toward him. Bending down, she ran her tongue along his dick.

Fuck yes.

He groaned as she sucked the head into her mouth.

“Fuck yes, baby.” He wrapped her hair around his hand again, guiding her movements. “That’s it. Take me nice and deep.”

Ian moved in behind her, rolling onto his back so he could draw her pussy down to his mouth.

She let out a surprised gasp of pleasure.

“Do you like riding his face, baby? Does it feel so good to rub your pussy against his mouth?”

“Jack,” she moaned when he moved back.

“What? You can’t tell me you don’t like it. I bet you’re so nice and wet for him. He loves your taste; can’t you hear him moan?”

She paused for a moment and they both heard Ian make a low murmur of pleasure.

Maggie’s mouth dropped open and he ran a finger along her lower lip. “Now, get your lips back around my dick, baby girl.”

Fuck. She took him deep, swallowing. Then she hummed. Jack had to fight hard not to come too quickly.

It felt so damn good.

“Oh. Oh. Ohhh.” She slid off his dick as she came, her head flying back, hair spreading out.

He loved her like this. When she let go of everything and just let herself feel.

Ian slid around onto his knees and grasped her hips as he slowly entered her.

“Mouth around my dick again, baby,” he commanded.

She obeyed instantly.

Fuck, he loved that. Loved it when she did what he told her to. She took him right up to that peak as Ian thrust inside her, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure. It took a lot to shake Ian up, to make him let go. But as Jack roared with pleasure, she was aware of Ian’s own shout, the way the bed rocked with their joint release.

She swallowed every drop of him and Jack ran his fingers down her cheek, waiting for Ian to pull free of her. As Ian slid off the bed and went to get a washcloth, Jack drew her up into his chest.

“You’re our precious baby girl,” he told her. “So gorgeous and sweet. And you are fucking amazing at blow jobs.”

“Jack!” She slapped his chest, but a giggle escaped her.

Damn, he loved making her laugh.

Ian returned and cleaned her up, before dressing her in a pair of silky pajamas.

“Where did these come from?” she asked.

“I bought them for you. Do you like them?” Ian asked, a slight blush in his cheeks.

“For me? Oh, I love them. Thank you!” She wrapped herself around the big guy like a monkey.

Jack left the room as Beck texted to let them know that he and William were back, giving her and Ian some privacy.

But when he returned fifteen minutes later, he slid in behind her. She was snuggled up to Ian’s bare chest and he was reading to her from a book.

That same medical romance.

“What are we up to here?” Jack asked as he slid his hand down her stomach to cup her pussy.

She sucked in a breath, but he just kept his hand there.

“Daddy’s reading me a bedtime story.”

“Not sure that’s a very appropriate story for a Little one,” Jack told her.

“Well, he tried to tell me a fairy tale but wasn’t very good at it. He kept mixing them all up.”

Ian snorted. “They all end the same anyway.”

“It’s not always the ending, Daddy. It’s the journey you take to get there.”

“Well, keep reading, Daddy number two,” Jack said. “You might be able to get some ideas.”

Ignoring Ian’s grumbling, Jack cuddled into his girl.

Perfect.