Page 78 of Detention with Daddies

I don’t want to.

They’ve each equally found their spaces in my heart.

Defeat weighs me down and makes it difficult for me to get up and get myself home. I can’t wallow on Shawna’s couch all day. She has things to do that don’t involve being my emotional babysitter.

I make it home early, and thankfully, it’s Sunday, so no one is home to see my shame. My dress is rumpled but intact, and the borrowed sweats are uncomfortable. I hang the dress on the back of my door and take a long, hot shower.

It undoes some of the knots in my shoulders and opens up some of the throbbing in my head.

After two rounds of deep cleansing body wash, I moisturize and let my hair air dry. Scrounging up some breakfast pulls together a few leftover slices of homemade sourdough, a little guacamole, a half breast of chicken parm, and a soft-boiled egg, and somehow, the rest of the pounding behind my eyes eases.

I’m just finished washing my dishes and drinking down my second cup of coffee when the doorbell rings.

Shit. I’m not really dressed to answer the door in my shorts and T-shirt. No bra. No undies. Just a comfy I’m-not-leaving-my-house outfit.

Sighing, I lean behind the door as I open it a crack, hiding my body as best as I can.

Nick, Matteo, and Waylen are standing on my porch.

This is not enough time for me to decide.

OLIVIA

I let the door swing open and cross my arms. As a barrier against why I think they’re here or a barrier to protect myself from my own reactions, I’m not sure.

Nick holds up his hands, palms out, before I can say anything. “We know. We haven’t given you much time to think, but…we had a talk and might have a way to make this easier on you.”

Make it easier on me? My confusion must show in my face because he gestures inside, and I take a step back. “No one’s home, but it won’t stay that way for long.”

I finally get a good look at Matteo, who takes the first step inside, marching over to the couch. Then Waylen has my face in his hands. My arms drop from between us as his mouth crashes down over mine.

His hand is in my hair, tilting my face to kiss me with more fervor. Need and longing flash through me and send my hands to grab hold of his shoulders.

Vaguely, I hear the door snip closed behind us.

My brain blitzes out. This is not at all what I expected, but Waylen is leading me backward into my living room.

He strokes my cheek when he pulls back to look at me. That smile makes me shake a little too.

What is going on?

“We’ve decided to put you in detention, Olivia. A light punishment for stringing all of us along. Now, you’re ours.” Waylen’s mouth finds my ear, and he softly commands, “Kiss Nick.”

And he’s turning me around to Nick, who leans in for his own claim on my mouth. It’s slow and hot.

Need spreads heat across my skin and pools it low in my belly.

Waylen falls away from my back, hands squeezing my ass as Nick devours my mouth.

I can feel my eyes flying wide as he releases me back into Waylen’s hold. Only now, I’m being lowered into his lap.

Nick smiles, winks, and draws a hand up my knee to my thigh, spreading it over Waylen’s.

Another hand slides over my other knee, and I turn to Matteo’s dark gaze.

Waylen’s mouth presses to the back of my neck. “Kiss Matteo now.”

I lean toward him, and Matteo doesn’t hesitate to snatch up my mouth with his own.

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