Page 26 of Big Daddy Firemen

As his hands slid lower, so he could keep a safe hold on her, she became acutely aware that once again, she was just in her panties and sleep shirt in front of this gorgeous man.

And she was about to be in front of the others, too.

Because Walker was carrying her though the firehouse and into the main room where Cane and Austin were. They stood up from the couch where they’d been watching a football game.

“Is our little cutie okay?” Cane asked.

“She’s a little sad,” Walker told them. “Thinking about what that moron back in Krebs did.” He sat on the couch, positioned Daisy on his lap, and then continued. “She thinks she’s, and I quote,gross and frumpy.”

He kissed her on the top of her head.

It took a moment for the action to register. Once it finally did, Daisy was stunned.

She was equally as stunned when he did it again, several times, holding her close and rubbing her back.

“We could drive to McAlester and kick his ass,” Austin suggested.

Everyone laughed.

“I have a better idea,” Cane said. “We could just stay here and show this cutie just how beautiful she really is.”

He came closer and put his hands on her shoulders.

With both men touching her, Daisy had to stifle a cry of ecstasy. She could only imagine how big the wet spot on her panties was growing.

“Hey, I want to hold her now,” Cane said, as he sat on the couch beside Walker. “It’s only fair that we all get a turn.”

“Just one turn?” Austin said. “Nope. I plan on holding you a lot tonight. Just get ready. We have some cuddle time coming.”

He was behind her now. Walker had moved to her side. She was practically surrounded by the men, and it was wonderful. A warm sense of safety started in her core before swelling andsuffusing throughout her entire body. She battled the urge to reach out and rub the bulge she saw poking against Walker’s gray sweatshorts. While she didn’t know the extent of just how long it was, she figured, she had a pretty good idea based upon the outline she saw on the other side of that fabric.

She could feel the heat radiating off the men.

She shuddered as a delighted chill shimmied up her spine.

In front of her, Cane rubbed her shoulders, appraising her face as if he was beholding a rare treasure. He inched his lips forward and placed a gentle, caressing kiss on her cheek. She cooed again, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.

Was this really happening? Had she fallen asleep back in the spare room and this was all a dream?

If so, she didn’t want to ever wake up.

More wetness seeped from her pussy, telling her that she was very much awake.

“Good girl,” Cane whispered. “You make your Daddies so proud.”

Had he really said what she thought he just said? They’d called hergood girlbefore. She’d always just chalked that up to sweet, innocent flirting. But had he referred to himself as her Daddy?

No. Scratch that question. Had he referred toall of themas herDaddies?

She tried to reach out and take hold, but her nerves got the better of her and she kept her trembling hand tucked at her side.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” one of the men said.

She thought it was Cane. She wasn’t sure, though. In her state—with her eyes closed, her mind hovering somewhere between dream and reality—she couldn’t be sure.

She felt hard stubble scrape across her cheek, a new sensation that once again told her she wasn’t dreaming. Sheopened her eyes to realize that Cane had moved his face to hers, his lips hovering oh so close.

“Maybe your Daddies need to show you just how beautiful we think you are,” he said. He was still looking into her eyes when he said, “What do y’all say, boys?”

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