Page 6 of Sold to the Single Daddies

A young guy had an older woman bent over a table and he was fucking her while watching me. She had her hands twisted in the tablecloth as she watched, too. The guy ran his hand up her back and gripped her hair, tugging her head back so she was in almost my exact position.

W pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle just as T spanked me hard. The guy spanked the woman just as hard and I heard her sharp intake of breath. That was when I realized the room had gone silent. The low music was gone. The murmur of voices was gone. Every sound I made would be just as easily heard as that woman’s.

M had to be a twisted mind reader because he pulled his fingers from my mouth and spoke to his brother.

“Let them hear how wet our little prize is.”

I wanted to object but W slid his fingers in fast and deep and the only sound that came out of my mouth was a long, drawn-out moan. He worked his fingers in and out of my core hard, unrelenting. The sound of my wetness was almost instant. Shame and arousal collided inside me.

“Look around, angel. Look at how many people are loving watching you. You’re going to be a good angel and come for them to see, aren’t you?” M’s voice said he knew I was. He leaned in and spoke directly to me, so low that only I’d hear. “They wish they were up here with you. Too fucking bad we bought you. You’re ours for the night, aren’t you? They can watch you come on my brother’s mouth but that’s all they’ll get. The face you make when you come on my cock is for my eyes only.”

W replaced his fingers with his tongue and T spanked me again. The sound of my breathing was only slightly overshadowed by the sound of flesh slapping flesh. There was more than one couple having sex while watching me. In amoment of defiance, I locked my eyes on M’s. I knew I was going to come for everyone to see but I didn’t want to look at them when W pushed me over the edge.

“Such a defiant little thing, aren’t you?” M growled. “You’re going to be fun to break. Now come, angel.”

W’s tongue slid over my clit and it was all too much. I came hard, moans ripping from my clenched jaws. I kept my gaze on M and he smirked.

“I should shove my cock down your throat right here and now for blatantly disobeying me.”

“Do it! Teach her a lesson!” A man called out from the back of the crowd, earning him several excited cheers of agreement.

M’s face shifted into something terrifying and even in the throes of my orgasm I flinched back from it. He swung to his full height and planted his body firmly in front of mine.

“She is ours to fuck and punish. If we needed help with either, we’d be in the crowd with you, watching. Show’s over.”

I sagged in relief. The orgasm slowly slid away and I was a breathless mess. I wasn’t so out of it that I couldn’t stop and appreciate that I’d been won by the three cowboys around me. As much as they’d been willing to show, it was clear they had hard limits and I was safe with them.

“I put you in the suite at the end of the third floor. Everything you need should be there. If not, there’s a tablet on the entry table you can use to contact me.” Hunter was back again, her voice still somehow professional until she dipped her head to grin at me. “You lucky duck.”

I barely noticed the straps being removed and then I was in T’s arms. I gasped and tried to get down right away.

“No, put me down. I can walk.”

He ignored me and gripped me tighter, one arm under my knees and the other around my back.

“Stay still, kitten.”

“I’m no kitten. I’m too heavy to carry.” I didn’t stop struggling but he didn’t budge.

“Not for a big man like me, kitten. To me, you’re just a little thing. Now stop moving or I’m going to bend you over these stairs and spank your ass raw.” His expression said he meant it. I stopped moving. “You never did answer my question about liking cream earlier.”

I bit my bottom lip and lifted one shoulder in a shrug. Blow jobs weren’t my favorite thing to do typically but nothing about the three cowboys was typical. I had a feeling I’d like most things with them.

I didn’t notice a single thing about my surroundings as he carried me up two flights of stairs with his brothers charging ahead. I’d just orgasmed in public and I was heading into a night with not one, not two, but three men. Instead of feeling like murdering Harley, though, I was starting to feel like maybe a thank you card would be needed.

CHAPTER 6

Tate

She felt too fucking good in my arms. Her curvy body was soft and her skin was silky smooth. She smelled like peaches and sex in a way that made my mouth water and my dick throb. I liked going down on women but I was suddenly feeling more like West. I wanted to make my home between her thighs and eat her for every meal.

When I moved through the doorway into the suite, I hesitated for a moment. With West and Mills staring back at me, I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d lost our fucking minds. We didn’t share women. That wasn’t our thing. We’d fucked the same women at times, just because Devil’s Den was a small town and women who liked our special type of sex weren’t super common, but sharing had never been in the cards.

Until her.

One look down at her pretty face and I was over my hesitation. If it meant I got to have her, I’d share with my brothers for the night.

Her vibrant blue eyes were wide as I set her down in front of me. She jumped when Mills pressed into her from behind and then tried to laugh it off.

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