Double Daddies Read Online Madison Faye

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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Something burned hot in me as I stepped up to the back deck.

Maybe a daddy was what I needed.

…Maybe I needed two of them, to make up for all those years of never having one.

I shivered, the naughty heat bubbling up inside of me and teasing through my body. I fished for my keys in my bag. I was late, but screw it. I doubted either of them were exactly going to do—

The door yanked open in front of me, making me gasp as I jumped a step back.

Wilder.

His shoulders heaved, and his jaw was set hard — those piercing, fierce dark eyes of his burning right into me.

“You’re late,” he growled lowly, his gaze darkening as his eyes slid over me.

“Yeah, well, get over it.”

He’d dismissed me the night before, and flat out ignored me the next morning. Then he’d disappeared all day without once talking to me about what had happened the night before.

…Yeah, you could say I had a little bit of a chip on my shoulder about it, which is why the sass came out like that.

Wilder’s eyes blazed.

“The fuck did you just say to me young lady?”

I swallowed — he’d never sworn like that at me, and there was something so fierce and wild in his look that it had me shivering.

“Where the hell were you?”

“With Justin,” I spat out. It was petty, and childish, but I wanted to wound him like he’d wounded me by completely pretending the other night hadn’t happened, and completely pretending it wasn’t what both of us — all three of us — knew it’d really been about.

I started to push past him, when suddenly, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm tight. I gasped as he yanked me inside, slamming the door and spinning me to pin me against it. The roughness, and barely contained heat in his touch was electrifying, and so fucking hot that my body trembled. I could feel the heat pulse between my legs, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I know what you’re doing, and I know what you’ve been up to, you little fucking tease,” he snarled, moving right against me and pinning me to the door.

“Get your hands—”

“And now you’re in trouble, little girl.”

The rough growl in his voice both shut me up and set the fire burning inside of me. I panted, every inch of my skin on fire for him as he leaned in close, both of his hands pinning mine to the door at my back.

“Now you’re in big trouble.”

11

Wilder

The blood roared in my ears, my whole body on fucking fire as I yanked her into the house. Something came alive inside of me when I touched her — like there were electric sparks buzzing between where my hand gripped her arm.

The fire blazed inside of me — fire fueled by lust, by my obsession with this girl, and by having denied myself for so long. There’d been one second — one flash of pure green jealousy when Lincoln told me what’d happened earlier. But then, it’d turned into something else entirely, and it only became fuel for the fire inside.

I wasn’t jealous of Linc, or of what he and Kenzie had done. Fuck, how could I be? Another man, sure, I’d be burying him in the backyard for laying his hands on what was mine, but when it came to the man who was basically my brother in everything but blood, there was no “mine.”

If she was mine, she was ours. Period.

We’d never gone down the road I was pretty sure we were going to go down. There’d been a few women where one of us had dated her and then the other had later, but it’s not like we roamed around “sharing” girls or anything.

…We’d never had one at the same time.

The thought sent the fire into an inferno inside my chest. My cock throbbed in my pants, pulsing and twitching against my thigh as the thought of the two of us both taking little Kenzie at once exploded through me. The thought of our big, muscled bodies against her small, lean one full of soft curves had the pre-cum leaking from my swollen head and leaving a sticky wet spot on my boxers.

This was new territory, but this was happening. There was no denying it anymore, and there was certainly no denying myself anymore.

Kenzie didn’t say a word as I stormed through the house, pulling her into the big living room. In there though, she gaped quietly as she saw Lincoln already there, sitting back on one of the big sofas in front of the roaring fireplace.

Oh, this was happening alright. We were done pretending what we felt for her wasn’t there. And done pretending it wasn’t totally obvious that we were both feeling it. Forget the rules, forget jealousy. There couldn’t be any of that here — not with us, and not when it came to Kenzie.



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