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I nod.

“I know. I just want what’s best for my daughter.”

Jock throws me an amused look.

“Don’t we all? Don’t forget, Natalie’s my niece.”

I nod.

“I know, brother. They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

He nods, looking thoughtful.

“They do, so you need to prepare yourself mentally for Natalie’s sake. She needs a strong father figure, and there are a couple guys in the club who could be a good fit. Think on it.”

I nod.

“Will do. Thank you, bro.”

We stand and toss our coffee cups in the trash before heading to our cars outside.

“So, what next?” I ask, shading my eyes from the morning sun. The asphalt gleams and the blue sky looks cloudless. Jock looks thoughtful.

“The ball’s in Sienna’s court, so I guess we wait and see,” he shrugs. “Hopefully, she talks to Tyler sooner rather than later, and that bastard gives her some good guidance.”

I get into my pick-up truck, easing my massive frame into the small cab.

“He will,” I say confidently. “We’re exactly what his daughter craves, whether or not she knows it.”

“Precisely,” agrees Jock with a smirk while getting into his own vehicle. “And therein lies the problem. Does Sienna know what’s good for her? If she doesn’t, I hope at least Tyler does.”

With that, the two of us exit the parking lot and begin our respective drives home. But as I steer my vehicle down the road, my mind is filled with images of Sienna lush, nude and panting. What will she say? Will she choose us, or will she forgo Dads and Daughters altogether?

7

Sienna

The front door slams and I call out to my father from the kitchen table, where I’m seated.

“Hey Tyler!” I say. “In here.”

There’s the familiar sound of his boots dropping on the floor, and then my father strides into our homey, bright yellow kitchen and smiles at me.

“Hey honey,” he says tentatively, while setting his bag on the linoleum floor. “I know you wanted to talk. Is everything okay?”

I stare at him, my hands tightly clenched on the kitchen table. Tyler is as handsome as always, albeit a little rumpled with his chestnut hair standing on end. But I need to get my point across, so I stare even more fiercely.

“No, everything is not okay. How much did you know about what Jock and Jack were doing?”

Tyler’s eyes bug out as he seats himself at the small table.

“Jock and Jack? Wait, what do you mean? It was only supposed to be Jock.”

I stare at him.

“Okay, so you admit you traded me to Jock then.”

My dad holds his hands up, looking flustered.

“Trade, is not the right word, Sienna—”

I stand up and begin shouting, my hands clenched in fists by my side.

“Then what is it?” I ask, my voice going hysterical. “If you didn’t trade me, then what did you do? You wanted your private time with Layla, so you gave me to Jock in return.”

My dad’s face is red and he looks a bit ashamed. He tries to calm me down.

“Sienna, it’s not as terrible as it sounds—”

But I cut him off again.

“Oh REALLY? What isn’t terrible about this situation? That you’re part of a dirty swingers club, or that you traded me to another man for your own benefit? Tell me what’s not bad about that!”

My dad bows his head, waiting for me to say my piece. Angrily, I pound my fist on the table, making the rickety surface shake. When my dad doesn’t look up, I sit down, trying to compose myself.

“Fine, tell me your side of the story then,” I bite out. “I can’t wait to hear how you justify this.”

Tyler sighs again, still looking at his clasped hands. They’re big, bronzed, and coarse and I shudder a bit, thinking about how he must have touched Layla so many times with those hands. To be honest, the thought is a little arousing, but I clamp down on it. This isn’t the time to be nice. This is my opportunity to get answers, and I’m going to make the most of it.

My dad inhales deeply again, and finally looks up to meet my eyes.

“Okay, I admit that there was some selfishness involved—”

“You think?” I snap rudely.

“Stop, Sienna,” my dad says, holding one hand up. “You’re not giving me a chance. Just let me finish.”

I nod.

“Fine.”

My dad sighs again.

“Layla and I met during her initiation. I was her initiator, if you will, and I wasn’t expecting anything tremendous to happen. Initiations are a rite of passage for our female members. During the initiation, they’re taken care of by a selected father, and given a night to remember. It’s special, definitely, but most dads and daughters don’t stay together after an initiation. It’s usually just a one time thing before she begins her stint as a working daughter.”

I stare at him.

“But you and Layla hit it off.”

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