Page 39 of Forbidden Impulses

The sad, messed-up, broken girl who arrived here six months ago is pretty much gone.

Getting rid of all my baggage wasnotthe easiest thing to do. But I feel so much better for it.

Now I just need to face this one last hurdle. I'd love to think they'd welcome me back, but I left so abruptly that it's hard to know for sure how things will end up. But where I am right now? I think I can finally see my way through to the other side even if they show me the door. I'm enough on my own.

Do I want them? Fuck yes.

Am I in love with them? Without a bloody doubt.

Will Ineedto have them in my life to move forward? No. And that's the most important thing to me at this moment.

My heart is beating so fast I'm afraid it might hop right out of my chest. I wipe my clammy hands on my jeans and straighten my jacket as I walk up to the front door. Before I make it up the steps though, the door opens, and I'm faced with a wide-eyed Lorcan staring down at me.

"You're here," he says softly.

I nod in response, standing still on the bottom step. His face isn't giving anything away and I don't know if I can continue up the steps if he doesn't give me some kind of clue about my reception.

"Fucking hell, babygirl. Come here," he gasps out, opening his arms for me.

I don't wait another second, running up the steps straight into his embrace. "I'm sorry," I sob into his chest.

"No," he whispers, clutching me so tight, I struggle to pull in a full breath. "Hush. There's nothing to apologize for. You're home now."

He lifts me into his arms, bridal-style, and carries me into the house, kicking the front door shut behind him.

"Let's go find your other Daddy, shall we?" Lorcan says, staring down at me, his eyes filled with so much unspoken emotion my heart skips a beat.

He cradles me in his arms like a precious treasure as he slowly heads down the hall. Neither of us says another word, letting the rush of our reunion fill the air between us. When we step into their room, I'm shocked by what I find.

They have two suitcases piled on the bed, and Monte is busy filling them. He's so busy with his task he doesn't notice us walking in.

"Going somewhere?" I ask after clearing my throat from the clogged-up emotions.

He looks up so quickly I'm worried about a whiplash injury, and when his gaze lands on me he drops the stack of clothes he was carrying and runs to us.

And just like that, I'm surrounded by the two men that mean the world to me, their body warmth heating me in a way I haven't felt since I left them all those icky months ago.

"We were coming for you, babygirl," Lorcan says, murmuring his words into my hair as he roots for my neck. When he finds the skin there, he gently bites down, drawing a moan from me. "You had your space, but we couldn't wait anymore. Your Daddies were coming to get you."

My pussy gushes at him referring to themselves asmyDaddies.

"You still want that?" I ask, my voice quivering. "You still want to be my Daddies?"

Monte's hand digs into my hair, drawing my face closer to his, our lips hovering a hair's width apart. "There's nothing we want more."

And then his mouth claims mine in an earth-shattering kiss as his hands hold me still. His tongue plunders between my lips, delving in and taking control in the best way possible.

Lorcan strokes my hair away from my face and neck as he continues to lick, kiss and bite at the sensitive skin behind my ear. "There she is. Our good girl."

His whispered words send a shiver down my spine and my empty pussy clenches, begging to be filled. But I'm not in control anymore. Whatever happens next is up to them. And I couldn't be happier.

"I think our girl is happy to be home, Monte," Lorcan says, and his growly voice only makes me even needier.

Monte pulls away from our kiss, his eyes focused on mine. "You're not wrong, babe. Get her to the bed so we can show her just how pleased we are to have her back."

He turns around and quickly gets rid of the luggage on the bed, before pulling the bedspread off and throwing it on the floor.

As Lorcan nears the large mattress, my eyes land on the little metal-ringed holes have gone unnoticed if you weren't looking for them. I know exactly what they are for, and my mouth waters at the thought of what they could do with them, but this isn't up to me. They know what I don't like and they're very aware of the things I enjoy because we've discussed it at length. I trust them, with my heartandmy body.

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