Daddies Brat

Katriona

My eyes and heart are sending mixed messages. It can’t be. My heart screams for it to be true. But my head says I saw his body fall to the ground.

Didn’t I? Tears wet my lashes and I can’t seem to take a breath.

“Grey? Grey, is that really you?” I fist the front of Sylan’s shirt and he wraps his protective arms around me, lending me his strength. And I need all I can get.

Sylan leans down until his lips are by my ear. “Go to him, mo chroi. Go to him. He’s waited so long to see you again.”

As soon as Grey steps from the darkness, my knees became rubber and unreliable.

I take several uncertain steps. But the closer I get the more I come to terms with the fact I’m not seeing a ghost.

“It’s you.”

I practiced a million things to say to Grey-to all of them actually-but nothing comes out when my mouth opens.

I exchange glances with Drake and Sylan before turning quickly back to Grey fearing he might disappear.

My heart races so fast I’m having a hard time catching my breath. Seeing Drake and Sylan again was a rush, but to know Grey hadn’t died trying to save me changes my whole outlook.

Grey’s mouth widens with a big smile and the little crinkles along the edges of his eyes deepen.

“Come here, sweetheart. God, I missed you, baby. Let me feel you in my arms. Are they giving you hell in here?”

I turn to look at Drake and Sylan over my shoulder and feel a surge of warmth through my body when our eyes connect.

“I wanted to come with Drake tonight but business kept me here.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Grey wraps his strong arms around me and I throw mine around his neck. I inhale several times, filling my memory with his scent. Last time I was like this all I could smell was blood. His blood. Copper and gunpowder.

I rise to my tiptoes, gliding my fingers through his hair.

“Thank you,” I whisper just for his ears only. “Thank you for protecting me when you didn’t have to.”

We’re across the room, standing with Sylan and Drake flanking me on either side, Grey in front of me. So wrapped up in my moment, I didn’t realize we’d moved at all. He’s picked me up and carried me to his friends.

He cups my face, slipping a kiss over my lips. “I only did what any three of us would have done. Protect what’s ours. Protect you. The most precious gift we could have stumbled upon.”

“The three of you keep saying that a lot.”

Grey pulls something out of his back pocket and hands it to me.

“What is this?” I start reading and it only takes a few seconds for me to understand.

Boom. There drops my heart on the floor again.

He might as well have detonated an atomic bomb over my head. The aftershocks send my heart into a stammering stutter of chaotic twitching.

I make a small choking sound as I try to swallow my hysterical laughter, but I botch the job and nearly fall off my stilettos laughing. It’s that or fall over from sudden heart failure. “The contract you have with my father. Why would you show me this? Are you kidding me,” I choke out.

He taps the edges. “Marriage proposal actually.” His expression is matter of fact.

Hope crashes around my feet shattering into a million pieces. Well, I scan the document to the end. Make that ten million pieces. They didn’t want me for me. Just me for being a Kane. A trophy, I guess.

“This is utter bullshit,” I start. “Like I don’t have enough problems.” I pause and nail Sylan with a glare. “This is not my problem. He dumped me before I had a chance to really call him daddy. Honoring this…no thank you. I’d like to go home now.” It’s worth a shot so I eye him uneasily for a long moment, and I can tell the second his shields snap into place. True, I couldn’t see them. Not like some faceted crystal wall I could reach out and run a finger over. No, the slight change is subtle like the shift in temperature that has me shivering.

Was he mad at me?

“Do you have a need to call someone daddy, mo chroi?” He trails his hand over my arm, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his warm touch.

Holy hell. It’s as though he’s stroked my most intimate of places, but I shove that sudden urge to fall into this man’s arms and I purse my lips instead. “I don’t know. Are you three offering for the position?”

Okay, so that wasn’t what I had planned on saying. I had wanted to say no and leave it at that. But my brain seems to have stepped out for a smoke and some coffee at the moment. Neither of which I happen to enjoy. Either way, this conversation just turned from “you fucking kidnapped me” to “I’m going to let you go down on me anytime anywhere.”

Three gorgeous faces turn dangerously dark and the growls I hear might as well be our mating call, because a hot flash runs through me, and I step into them before I know what I’m doing.

I let the delightful sounds settle over me like a warm blanket. I wonder what my mobsters would sound like in bed whispering dirty promises in my ear all the while telling me to swallow every last drop of their cum as they pump their hard length past my lips one at a time.

I’m no virgin, but I can’t fall back on a wealth of experience either. In their bed, I know each of them could teach me all the ways to pleasure three men and things about my own body I probably don’t know.

I swallow thickly at the thought. Shit. How was I not supposed to react to that?

The mobsters look stunned for all of a second before all three lean in and instinct has my hands flat over taut chests. I can feel the beady hardness of nipples beneath my palms. God help me. I want to rip shirts off and flick my tongue over them. Repeatedly.

“What makes you think I’ll honor this?” I shake the small stack of papers at each of them to help ground my raging lust. “Is this why you keep calling me yours because some paper between two mobsters says I belong to you?” My anger pumps higher and higher.

“And wipe those smirks off your faces.”

The men grin at each other and the raw energy that flows between them is palpable.

Drake reaches out and pushes Grey’s shoulder. “Damn it, man, stop riling her up already.”

Grey plucks the papers from my hands and rips them down the middle. I watch him cross the spacious living space filled with luxurious furniture I usually only see in magazines and toss them into a trash can. “It took us a long time to realize we would never be able to hold you here against your will, Katriona. Believe me.