Daddies Brat

Jemma

We crash into the hotel door a tangle of limbs and tongues. One of us punches in the code to the hotel door and we fall in. Coats fall, boots, shoes, scarves. They are all left in a trail leading to the

master bedroom and to the glorious bed.

It took a little fumbling but he manages to slide the bedroom door open.

Off comes my sweater.

Bra. Boots. Pants.

A few more tugs and I’m left in only my skimpy panties while he’s still wearing his button-down and slacks.

Unfair.

But I’m not left wanting for long.

Buttons pop and all those muscles I want under my tongue come into view in the low light of the room.

Next are the pants and finally finally there’s nothing between us. My chest heaves and my blood flows from warm to fiery. He barrels toward me and we’re right back where we were in the elevator a few minutes ago-hot body to hot body.

His lips crash into mine and I eagerly open, loving how he trails his fingers over my ribs one by one. A delicate brush as if I will break if he’s too rough.

“I want you to see how badly I crave you.” He nods toward the bed. “Crawl up there for me.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

His deep voice is gruff, thick with lust.

I do as he instructs only to turn to see him right behind me.

I fall to my back and quickly prop myself up on my elbows. I don’t want to miss a thing. I can’t tear my gaze away from him for anything in the world. Staring at his body is like sin. The kind that will tarnish your mind and send it fully reeling into the gutter.

He fists his cock in his powerful hand, swiping his thumb through the liquid gathered there. It’s sexy as hell to see him smear precum over the swollen head like that and makes me want a taste.

He’s thick, hard and dangerously beautiful fucking his fist. But that isn’t what has most of my attention. What draws my eye is the way he looks at me. Like I’ve solved some problem for him and I’m the only thing that matters in the world now.

He scoops his arm around my back and pulls me off the bed and into his arms. His mouth claims mine in a slow kiss and I feel something shift. A barrier I didn’t know existed crumbles between us and I feel connected with the real him. A man who wants to be accepted. Loved.

His hands slide down my bare back to clench the globes of my ass.

I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. For all the rush and excitement of getting back to the hotel, the tearing at each other, the unquenchable thirst to have one another, we slow. Take in the moment. Just him and me.

Embers of our lust burn hot but neither of us wants this to end too quickly.

His mouth leaves mine to tease my senses higher with kisses along my neck and collarbone.

My breath catches and he moves lower, taking a nipple between his lips and tugging gently at first and then harder.

I slide my hands through his hair and ride the wave of pleasure rolling through me. His stubble brushes over my sensitive skin. The friction so delicious. Butterflies kick up in the pit of my stomach and I quiver. “Daemon,” I moan, holding him close.

He lifts me off him. Not too far. Just enough to reach between us to glide the head of his cock to my entrance. Holding my gaze he sinks in until there’s nothing left to give.

He kisses me deeply, stealing my breath away. He moves slow, stroking us both with deep thrusting pumps. Every time he draws out and sinks back in, my heart rate doubles. No. Triples.

His thick cock slides through my juices so deep I feel I might lose myself to this man wholly if I’m not careful. To all of them.

He moves a hand between us and when he pinches my clit just so, I lose it.

I scream out my release, my arms around his neck holding on for dear life. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t break pace. He continues fucking me through my climax, making it all the more powerful. All the while his dark eyes hold mine.

“So fucking beautiful.” He grips me tighter.

Harsh breaths break free from my chest. My legs are shaking along with every other body part. But there’s no floating down and easing my feet back to Earth.

Daemon is deep inside my quivering pussy, girl-cum coating us both.

Once I can tear my gaze from his I finally notice the light of the Eiffel tower. Its powerful glow bathes us in a soft light.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful tonight.”

Tears burn the insides of my eyes but like hell I’ll be weak enough to let them fall. But this man. God, he makes me feel priceless. They all do in their special way.

I don’t hear them. Only feel the weight of their bodies as the bed dips.

Warren and Erik join us. Their heat cocoons me and I welcome their touches. The three exchange looks in some silent bro code I don’t quite understand. I don’t think I’m meant to. I see a calmness settle over them and I know in some small way it is because of me. Like they’ve waited for this moment.

There are no words. We don’t need any.

Arms wrap around me from behind and I fall into them willingly. Warren brushes my hair aside and holds me out to his friend for him to kiss me. Raw need carries us for hours as they share me between them. Each worshiping my body, stroking me, kissing me, taking me in new ways I could never imagine. All while the city of Paris dreams.

Daemon

I can’t fuck this up. We’ve spent a week sharing Jemma and she’s perfect. Beyond perfect. She’s smart, kind, quirky in a cute way and accepts my quiet nature instead of trying to get me to talk.

Something even Erik and Warren don’t understand. Not entirely. As a single child of parents who rather often forgot they even had a kid, I found it useless to try to start up conversations only to get a “sure, sure now go play”. Years of that teach a kid to keep their mouth shut. That’s how I discovered my love of computers. They didn’t tell me to shut up or the opposite…require me to talk.

While Warren and Erik are the coders, I’m more hands-on with the hardware portion of our company. I design and build everything from unhackable servers to encrypted laptops every government official and CEO of large corporations need. Or at least should if they don’t want their systems compromised.

For the last several nights Jemma has poured herself over every string of code Warren has thrown at her. Dissecting something as complicated as that black market virus is high-level hacker shit not even the best of our company can handle.

But our Jemma tackles it without blinking.

She likes to nibble at anything she can get her hands on as she works so I willingly clock in a lot of hours testing our new recipes in the kitchenette of our suite. Her favorite by far is pissaladiere pasta. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to see her enjoying something made with my hands.

The more time we spend with her, the less I dwell on the fact this isn’t the first time we’ve come close to finding The One. The guys won’t admit it, but it is because of me our last relationship hit the rocks, shattering into a million pieces, taking my soul with it.

This trip is showing me maybe it wasn’t all my fault after all. My inability to convey emotion contributed, sure. But, how could a woman serious about the men who loved her run off with another? I spent months raking myself over the coals, doubting myself at every turn. Nearly drove a wedge between Erik and Warren.

I snuggle Jemma a little closer. So young yet she’s taught me a lot in a short amount of time. I never thought I’d learn to love again, but here we are and I am afraid when this trip is over, I won’t be able to let her go.

On a good day emotional shit is just another layer of being human I rarely understand. But Jemma makes it all seem so easy. Maybe it is and I’m the asshole always complicating it.

“Grab the door.” I jerk my head toward the car door and hold our precious cargo close to my chest. She’s asleep in my arms and I want to keep it that way for as long as possible.

I hate to see our time in Paris come to an end, but we’ll be back. I have so much more to show our girl.

For now, we’re heading to London on an early flight. The sun will come up right as we enter the city. One of the most beautiful sights and I want to share it with her.

On the plane, I take a seat and hold her tight, her head on my shoulder and her breath lightly brushing my neck. Her hand comes to rest on my chest and the tinkle of her charm bracelet makes me think about whoever it is that damn snowflake represents. And those hearts. All boyfriends? I don’t know. She won’t tell. In London I’ll have a new mission. Do whatever it takes to get her to tell us.

I know I should put her in the bed. Every time I try to move, she burrows deeper into my arms. I catch Warren’s eyes overtop of her messy bun. He knows. She’s The One for us. We all think the same. That is what makes us such a great team. We pick up on the other’s thoughts.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a charm and Erik helps me clip it onto her bracelet.

She stirs, opening her big green eyes in awe and in that one moment she takes another piece of our hearts.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are,” I whisper back as my friend claims our girl’s mouth in a tender morning kiss.

We can’t-won’t-fuck this up.