Page 63 of Their Forever Daddy

“Edie! Edie, where the fuck are you?”

Jolting upright in bed, Edie squinted at the sunlight streaming through the blinds. Too bright, and on the wrong side of the room.

What the hell?

It wasn’t until she tried to roll off the bed and an arm tightened around her waist that she realized where she was. Not her bed, but the one Jesse had claimed her first night there.

Memories of the night before came rushing back, and she grinned down at the pair crowding the bed with her. If they were going to keep sleeping together like this, they’d need other arrangements. The queen-sized bed was roomy enough for two of them, but as huge as Grant was it was more than a little cramped with all three of them.

Someone pounded on the front door, jerking her attention away from her lovers. “Edie! You have one minute before we break a window!”

“Shit,” she muttered, carefully extracting herself from Jesse’s arms. Her babygirl let out a soft whine, her brows knitting together in protest even in her sleep.

Fuck, she was adorable.

But there was no time to sit and admire with someone threatening to break into her house. Scooting around the bed, she grabbed the first item of clothing she saw and threw it on, frantically sliding buttons through holes as she hurried down the stairs to unlock the front door.

Yanking it open, she glared at the troupe of women on her front porch. “What the hell are you four doing here?” She narrowed her eyes at the furious blonde at the front of the group. “Shouldn’t you be in Nebraska?”

“I made Matt change our flights since you haven’t been answering your goddamn phone.” Carly’s chin jerked up, as if daring Edie to scold her. “We’ve been worried sick about you!”

“Oh my god, it was one night! You didn’t even give me a chance to answer this morning!”

“Uh, yes we did.” One eyebrow raising, Ginny raked her gaze up and down Edie’s body, her lips curving in a slow, knowing smile. “It’s almost eleven, Edie. We gave you nearly the whole morning.”

“Eleven? Fuck. I need to feed the animals.”

Whirling around, she took two steps toward the stairs—and froze in place. Grant was making his way down the stairs, shirtless, his jeans still unbuttoned and riding low on his hips and an amused smile playing on his lips. “Hello, ladies.”

“Well… guess we know why you didn’t answer your phone,” Noelle said from behind her. “Hubba hubba.”

“Shhh.” The embarrassed hiss came from Taylor, she thought, but she was too entranced by Grant to really pay attention. “Nobody actually says ‘hubba hubba’ Noelle, Jesus.”

Their argument faded to nothing more than background noise as Grant finished his trek down the stairs. “Morning, little pixie.”

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he pulled her close and captured her lips in a slow, toe-curling kiss that scrambled her brains much like it had the night before.

“Morning,” she returned, more than a little breathless by the time they parted.

Grant’s gaze flicked to the crowd on the front porch, then back to her, one brow raising in question. “I see we have company.”

“They were just leaving.” Looking over her shoulder, Edie raised a brow of her own. “Weren’t you, girls?”

“Right.” Ginny, bless her, nudged an open-mouthed Carly away from the door. “We’ll just, uh… talk to you later, then. We’re glad you’re not dead!”

The door was just swinging shut behind them when a voice came from upstairs. “Daddy? Edie?”

A moment later, Jesse appeared at the top of the steps, wearing what appeared to be one of Grant’s t-shirts and nothing else as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “What are you… oh.”

Groaning, Edie closed her eyes and prayed for strength before peeling herself out of Grant’s arms and turning around just as Ginny yanked open the storm door again. “What the actual fuck, Edie?”

Three more faces peered around her, all in various states of shock as they took in the scene in front of them. Without even bothering to sigh, Edie waved toward the living room. “Come on in. I’ll make us some coffee. But be nice or I’ll call all your Daddies and have them come get you.”

At least Taylor had the grace to look sheepish as they all herded inside toward the living room. She paused beside Edie, flicking a worried glance up the stairs before laying a hand on Edie’s arm and squeezing. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

“I’m fine. But if you’re feeling guilty, you could make the coffee for me so I can run upstairs and at least put some damn underwear on.”

Pink tinged Taylor’s cheeks as she nodded. “On it.”

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