Mackenzie~
Six months later~
“Ugh, that class. I swear, Professor Jameson gets off on punishment.”
I grinned, looking away to hide the blush from my face.
Well he wouldn’t be the only one…
Cora sighed, thankfully missing the heat on my face as she shook her head. “For real though, if he wasn’t so fucking gorgeous, I’d have dropped that class like a brick by now.”
I snickered. “Well, that and it’s part of your major and you have to take it.”
She groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
We both laughed as we headed across the quad, backpacks slung over shoulders and hot to-go cups of coffee in our hands. Cora and I had become fast friends after being paired for a first week assignment in the a fore mentioned Professor Jameson’s class. She, like me, didn’t live on campus, but where she lived in the apartment above her grandmother’s garage, I lived with my two boyfriends in an insanely expensive castle-like mansion on an estate’s worth of land.
…I hadn’t exactly given her all those details yet. As far as Cora knew, I lived with my boyfriend a little drive away from campus. She knew he was older, but she didn’t know he was that much older. And she certainly didn’t know there were two of them. I was trying to build up to that though.
This was college life for me. Yeah, it was a little different than most freshman college kids, I’ll admit that. No dorms. No lame keg parties at frat houses. No sweating it out at some part time barista job to pay for books. Trust me, having been on the other side of the tracks, I was well aware of how good I had it. And it wasn’t that I had no social life or anything — it’s not like Lincoln and Wilder “kept me” at the house away from all people. Though, if they had their way, I’m sure they’d want to personally vet any guy who so much as looked my way. But they knew there was nothing to worry about. I didn’t have eyes for anyone but them, and Ineverwould.
…Hell, who the heck could possibly even compete with them?
I studied my ass off, but when I wasn’t, I was living a dream with the two of them. After the whole thing with Wilder’s sister and my dad, we’d all gotten even closer. So close in fact, that it was decided that Lincoln would move into Wilder’s place permanently. He put a hold on the construction over at his place, and instead, they ended up breaking ground to basically double the size of Wilders. It was an insane move, seeing as the house was basically already a freaking castle, but I think Lincoln put it best, even if he was joking.
“You, we can share. But I want my own bedroom from time to time, and I’m sure as fuck not sharing a bathroom with that guy.”
Fair enough.
Instead, they were turning what was going to be Lincoln’s place into a headquarters for their new business. No, no more soldiering for my two Marines. And besides, they already had all the money they need. No, the new venture was going to be coordinating with Veterans Affairs across the country to get vets with addiction problems stemming from PTSD the help, guidance, and support they needed. I guess seeing how far from the drugs had taken his sister had sparked something in Wilder. And the two of them knew enough vets who were struggling that it just made sense.
As for Stephanie and my dad? Well, they did go back to the jails they’d broken out of. Okay, “broken out of” makes them sound a lot smarter than they actually are. What’d actually happened was that a maintenance worker left a door ajar at the minimum security holding jail where my dad had been kept, and he’d literally just walked out the door. He’d gone across the street and basically done just that to the women’s jail there where Stephanie was being held, and the two of them had gone on the run.
…Not exactly criminal masterminds. But yeah, they went back to jail, and they’ll be there a little while. None of us pressed charges, even though we could have added kidnapping and extortion to their crimes. At the end of the day, they might have been shitty people, but addiction is a rough collar.
They’ll serve their time for the pharmacy hold-up, and then they can go do whatever they want. But Lincoln, Wilder, and I will have nothing to do with them. Actually, there’s a lifetime restraining order for both of them by us, so, I doubt we’ll be seeing them again.
Suits me just fine.
“So, what are you doing tonight? Feel like coming over? Bottle of wine and a Gil more Girls marathon?”
I grinned. “Very tempting, but I sadly have plans.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh,right, with your mysterious old-man boyfriend.”
“Har har har.”
I poked her in the arm as she laughed.
“Seriously, when are you going to let me meet him?”
“Soon, I promise,” I shrugged. “And he’s not old, he’s just old-er.”
“And yet you won’t give any details about—”
“Thirty-seven.”
Cora turned, her brow shooting up.
“Well then!” She grinned wickedly. “Hot I assume?”
This time, it was my turn to grin. “Extremely.”
“Lucky.”
I blushed, feeling the smile creep across my face as we headed back to the parking lot.
“Alright, well enjoy your night with Mr. Mystery Man.”
Men.
“Thanks. Enjoy Gilmore Girls.”
She laughed. “Thanks for rubbing my singleness in.”
“You know, there’s also Professor Jameson. Good looking, older, and you did say he probably got off on punishment.” I winked. “Hey, it could be fun.”
This time it was Cora’s turn to blush.
“Okay, now I really want to meet your mystery man, because I think there’s a side to you I have no idea about.”
Correct.
I grinned as I gave her a hug and then headed for my car. Well, Lincoln’s car, but I’d pretty much made the vintage Mustang mine at that point.
“See you tomorrow. Text me if you end up getting dirty with our professor.”
She hooted out a laugh. “Try not to get punished too hard by your old man boyfriend!”
* *
The gates to our estate opened automatically as I drove up to them, a sensor in the car letting the security system know it was me. As I drove up the long, winding drive, I felt the heat creep through my body.
What did they have planned for the night? They’d both been busy with their new business for the last few weeks, and with finals approaching for the semester, I’d been buried in my studying. So, our chances to do our favorite thing in the world — them putting their hands and mouths all over me before fucking me senseless — had been slim.
I had a feeling that night was going to change that.
The house was empty when I stepped in, but beautiful. Candles flickered in every room, turning the whole place into something out of a dream. Bouquets of roses lined the rooms, and when I saw the trail of rose petals leading up the stairs, my breath caught.
Up in our room — well, what had been Wilder’s — the petals stopped at the bed, and there, lying across the comforter, was a note.
•Enjoy the bath, baby girl. Take your time. Your daddies will see you soon.
Love,
W & L
I undressed quickly, almost as excited for a bath as I as for what might come after. In the huge master bathroom, more candles turned the room into a flickering wonderland. The bath was already drawn — bubbly and hot, and I moaned as I sank into it. I sighed, easing back and turning my head to see the champagne flute of sparkling water with an elaborate lemon twist. I grinned.
They were still sticklers about me not drinking yet, because of my age. I mean, I really didn’t even like the taste of alcohol anyway, but it amused me that they were so firm about it. I took my time, soaking in the hot soapy water and drinking my chilled sparkling lemon water, until the wicked, filthy fantasies in my head about what they might have planned for later become too much. I was too turned on, and my little pussy was aching far too much to stay in the tub without letting my hands go exploring.
I toweled off quickly — I’d kept my hair up in the tub, so I patted dry, let it down, and then stepped out of the bathroom.
And I gasped.
The two of them were naked, sitting in the two chairs by the fireplace in the enormous bedroom. They sat back, their hard chiseled bodies illuminated by the candles and the fire in the fireplace as it flickered around the room. Their eyesflashedas they took me in, both of their cocks rock-hard and standing straight up flat against their grooved abs.
“Come here, baby girl,” Lincoln purred, crooking his finger.
I trembled, feeling the heat of both their fierce gazes tingling over my bare body. I could feel my nipples hardening to little pink points under those gazes, and I squeezed my thighs tight together, feeling the wet, slick heat of my pussy throbbing between my legs. Slowly, I padded across the candle-lit room towards them, until I was standing right in front of them, swallowing heavily.
“We need to see if our little princess is clean everywhere after her bath, like she should be,” Wilder growled, his eyes sliding over my skin. He reached out, tracing a finger over my bare hip and making me whimper.
God they were beautiful. Two bodies carved out of marble, their muscles bulging and clenching in the firelight. Lincoln’s sharp blue eyes, and Wilder’s dark fierce ones flickered as they devoured me, and two perfect, chiseled jaws clenched tight with lust.
Two perfect— and I do mean perfect — cocks throbbed rock-hard against their grooved abs. Thick,huge, and swollen. I could see wet drops of sticky precum beading at their heads, trickling down the veined shafts and making them glisten in the low light.
“Did you wash everywhere?”
I nodded as I locked eyes with Wilder.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Behind your ears?”
He winked, and smiled, blushing as I nodded.
“Yes.”
Lincoln’s hand reached out, trailing over my hip. He slid between my thighs, teasing higher until his fingers dragged slowly over my slick, aching pussy.
“Did you wash this pretty little pussy?”
I whimpered as his fingers slid between my lips, feeling how wet I was and dragging it up over my clit.
“Yes, daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
“Not too much though I hope,” he growled.
“Daddy likes the taste of this sweet little cunt.”
I whimpered, gasping as his finger rolled over my clit.
“Turn around,” Wilder purred.