Page 22 of Treasured By Them
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Danica
Last night, I was asleep in Edmund’s bed when Troy and Edmund came home. I can’t explain why I didn’t get into my own bed—it just felt better to be in his.
They’re sleeping on either side of me when I wake up. I smile to myself. The other day, I woke up to Troy giving me head, and Edmund sucking on my nipples.
How can I wake them up?
Troy is sleeping on his side, facing me. Edmund is on his back. Carefully, I ease the sheet down. Edmund is in boxer briefs. Troy’s in a pair of athletic shorts.
I touch both of them, sliding my hands over the ridges of their six-packs and down to their waistbands. It’ll be easier to give Edmund head, because he’s lying on his back. I ease down Edmund’s briefs and position myself to take him in my mouth, and grip Troy’s already-hardening length through his shorts.
“Little girl,” Troy rasps in a deep, sleepy voice.
“Just relax, Daddy. I want to play.”
“Only if I can play with you, too.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “Please do.”
When I lean over to take Edmund between my lips, I feel Troy’s fingers caressing my bare thighs and traveling up toward my pussy.
This is the absolute best way to start the day.
Soon, Edmund’s awake, his hand wrapped in my hair as he urges me down his length. My underwear is yanked to the side and Troy’s fingers are buried in my pussy. I keep a tight grip on Troy’s cock, jacking him beneath his shorts.
My orgasm is intense, gripping me in pleasure. The guys come soon after—Edmund over my tongue and Troy on my hand. Their masculine groans fill the room.
When they push me onto my back so they can make me come a second time, I don’t argue.
Despite our morning of orgasms, the guys seem extra tense as we fix coffee and eat breakfast.
“Anything big happening for you two today?” I ask carefully. I have to leave for work in fifteen minutes, so if I don’t ask now, I’ll spend the day not knowing.
“Probably a trip to Mirarosa.” Edmund shrugs as he sips his coffee. “First, we have a meeting with my father to discuss?—”
Someone buzzes the penthouse, and Troy pushes the button to let them up.
“We’re expecting someone?” I ask.
The guys exchange a look, but before they can answer me, the elevator doors slide open. A black-haired guy strides inside. He looks vaguely familiar—I think he might’ve been at our engagement party.
He gives me an easy smile and says, “Hey,” before shaking Edmund’s and Troy’s hands. “How’s it going, man?”
“Good enough, I guess.” Edmund turns to me with a smile fixed in place. He’s not nearly as at ease as he’s trying to project. “Danica, this is Caleb Morraine. He’s a friend of mine. Caleb, this is Danica Montrose.”
“Nice to meet you.” Caleb shakes my hand. “Are you ready to go?”
“Go?” I look at Edmund and Troy. “I have work, and I don’t know you, so…”
Caleb raises his eyebrows. “Uh, sorry man, did I put my foot in it?”
“Yeah.” Edmund clears his throat. “Danica, we’ve arranged for Caleb to be your bodyguard for a little while.”
“My—no. You guys have got to be kidding.” I shake my head. “No.”
“It’s nonnegotiable.” Edmund’s green eyes are hard, his jaw tight.
