Page 15 of Her Honey Pot (Sweet Treats 3)

Marni nods slowly.

“If I were with one of you, Brent might not re-join. But if I’m with both of you, then it’s like going to the dark side.”

I shake my head.

“It’s not going to the dark side, sweetheart. It’s just that we want to make a point, and we might as well strike hard, fast, and often. By being with both of us, you’re showing that you’re committed to the underlying ideals of Dads and Daughters. You want to be a part of the group, and you’re willing to demonstrate just how much.”

But Tex cuts in then.

“Of course, there are no guarantees,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Human nature is unpredictable, and Brent’s showed that he can be stubborn. But if you’re with two of the daddies, then it demonstrates that you’re all in. One daddy could be a fluke; two daddies definitely isn’t.”

Marni colors, her generous bosom quivering in the low-cut vee of her dress. From my vantage point, I can look right in, and the vanilla mounds make my mouth water and my body jerk.

“Yes, but how do I handle both of you?” she asks in a breathy voice. “I’m new to this,” she adds.

Tex takes her other hand, clasping it gently in his own large paw.

“We’ll show you,” he growls. “This is something we’ve done before, and trust me baby, you’re more than well-equipped to handle us. But the larger question is: are you interested?”

Marni looks down at her lap for a moment, and then looks up again, biting her rosy bottom lip. She nods.

“I am,” she whispers. “Very much so.”

Heat floods my body, and I can feel myself hardening right there at the bar.

“Yes, but what about what we just mentioned?” I ask in a silky voice. “Are you ready to see Tex and I together as well? Or is that something that turns you off?”

Marni’s eyes go wide and her breathing accelerates. Her generous mounds heave up and down, and I can feel her pulse fluttering delicately in her wrist.

“I think I’d like that,” she whispers with another beautiful flush. “In fact, I think I’d love it.”

It’s settled then. We’re going to initiate Marni into Dads and Daughters with or without Brent’s approval. Sure, what we’re doing is illicit. In fact, we’re breaking club rules because without her dad’s approval, Marni’s supposed to remain untouched. But opportunity has unexpectedly arrived, and neither Tex nor I are men who are going to let this little girl slip through our fingers.

Immediately, we both stand, our tall forms towering over the curvy girl.

“Check,” I say in a harsh voice to the bartender.

“I have the key card,” growls Tex, pulling a small, neat square from his pocket. “We rented a room upstairs, baby girl,” he drawls. “Are you ready to be initiated?”

Marni swallows visibly, her cheeks flushing.

“Right now?” she asks in a whisper.

I nod shortly.

“Right now,” are my words. “There’s no better time.”

Marni sits on her bar stool for a moment, looking undecided. But then that curvy form slips off, and she reaches for her purse while teetering a bit in her heels.

“I’m ready, Tex and Rex,” is her breathy reply.

With a growl, we lead her from the bar area to the lobby, and I press the elevator call button with one large hand. I want to say that I’m cool, confident, and self-assured, but in fact, my bronzed hand trembles a bit from anticipation and excitement. After all, Tex and I have been eyeing Marni for years. She’s been on our radar since she and Jess were nothing more than children. But now, the time has come to initiate Marni into womanhood, and neither of us can wait.

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Marni

Oh my god, is this really happening? The bell dings, and we step into the gilded box of the elevator. The interior is wood-paneled with gilded edges, and I shyly stand in the middle between Tex and Rex. As the doors close, I’m reminded of just how small I am compared to these two men.

After all, the alpha males are powerfully built. They’re both at least six three, with broad shoulders and long legs. Their huge forms seem to take up all the space in the elevator, and suddenly, it’s as if I can’t breathe.

“You okay?” asks Tex, shooting a sideways look at me.

“She’s fine,” speaks Rex for me, taking my hand while smiling at me with dancing eyes. “Marni’s going to be better than fine in just a few minutes.”

The door slides open, and I’m led into a carpeted hallway. My heels sink into the soft, plush rug, but Tex and Mex are careful with me on either side. They guide me to a door at the end of the hall, and it swings open to reveal a plush hotel room. The bedspread is a grey damask, and a small lamp casts a soft, romantic glow over the furnishings. A small, wooden desk is pushed into the corner, and a comfortable gray chair faces it with a view of the city skyline.

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