Page 37 of Kylan

He laughed. “Someone got thoroughly railed.”

I chuckled. “Well, yeah,” I allowed, “but it was more than that.”

“Two daddies work you over extra well or . . . ?”

I held up one finger. “One. The other was in Melbourne.”

Fitch stared at me and plonked himself beside me on the couch. “One. What do you mean? I thought you said?—”

“Oh, the other watched via FaceTime.”

Fitch’s concern became a smile, then a grin. “Ah.”

“And then we had pizza and ice cream, and we watched a movie in bed while—” I almost said his name. “While the other daddy was on the phone with us. I slept so freaking well.”

He nodded. “And?”

“And then I sucked his dick in the shower this morning. Sent daddy to work a very happy man.”

Fitch clapped his hands and wiggled. “I love that for you.”

I sighed. “And last night, I answered the door to get the pizza wearing a slutty schoolgirl uniform. First time I’ve ever done that.”

Fitch clamped his hand on my arm and squeaked. “Oh my god, yes! And how was it?”

“He totally flirted with me.”

“The pizza guy?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “And? Did your daddy punish you for that?”

I snorted. “No. I had his come running down my leg, so I?—”

The scream Fitch let out was eardrum piercing, and his hold on my arm was now bordering on too tight. He bounced up and down, making an odd stuttering sound. “Fuck yes, I want to be you when I grow up.”

My laughter became a sigh. “I wish I could tell you everything. I probably shouldn’t even say what I’ve said.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said. “Well, okay. There’s a good chance I’ll be telling Benji about the come running down your leg while you’re wearing a slutty schoolgirl uniform thing. Because that is hot as fuck, my friend. Butit’s not like you tell us their names or the ins and outs of what they do.”

I gave him a smile. “Thanks. I know I’ve not been one to share shit with you or Benj, but now I’ve started, I want... It doesn’t mean I don’t trust you or that I don’t want to tell you. I mean, yes, it’s a contract. And I signed willingly. At first, I thought it was no big deal because I had nothing to lose. I mean, what could they ever sue me for? I have nothing. But now...” I shrugged. “I’d lose them and that would kill me.”

Fitch slid his hand over mine. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.” He gave me a sad smile. “It’s no longer about the money, right?”

My eyes met his and I shook my head slowly. “No.”

“Your little perverted heart caught feelings. And I can’t blame you. If I had two daddies who railed me twice a week, I’d become attached too.”

“You do have a daddy that rails you twice a week.”

He grinned. “Oh, and he does it so fucking well. My god.” But then he held up two fingers. “But you got twice the dick, twice the attention, twice the hearts, twice the love.”

I let out a slow breath. “It scares me,” I admitted quietly. “Being attached to anyone, being vulnerable and putting myself in a position where I risk being hurt again.”

He squeezed my hand. “I get it.”

And he did. Totally one hundred percent understood.

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