Page 17 of Hot Dad Summer

I didn’t bother hiding my painfully hard erection fighting the towel. “I’m not your brother-in-law, though, am I?”

Her body shuddered and her eyes dropped to my mouth for a second before she suddenly squeaked and held up two fingers to form a cross. “Stop it. Don’t use that voice on me. I’m trying to be good here.”

I grinned down at her, finding her little finger cross adorable. “You don’t need to be good, sweetheart. I’ll be good enough for both of us if you let me.”

Her lips twisted as she fought a smile. “That’s very presumptuous of you, Flynn. But we’ll never know if you can back up those words. I’m going to step out of this bathroom, go to the right room, and we’re going to pretend this never happened.”

“The only thing I’ve ever been good at pretending was that I didn’t want you for the past three years.” I saw the way her face softened, the way the words hit her, and took a few steps back that felt like hell. No part of me wanted to give her space. “Go on. Dream of me, Daisy Harper.”

She fled like the bathroom was on fire and I heard her bedroom door shut harder than necessary a few seconds later. I braced my hands on the bathroom counter where her ass had been just a minute earlier and stared at myself in the mirror.

“What now, asshole?” My reflection glared back at me. “You just mauled your baby brother’s ex-girlfriend. You should feel at least a little remorse.”

Remorse never came, though. Not after shooting two more loads down the drain. Not after sliding in my own bed and staring at the ceiling for hours. I considered the idea of it but it didn’t fit right. Only desire and a lingering erection stuck. I didn’t consider what that said about me.

13

***Daisy***

Ilocked my bedroom door and dove into bed and under the blanket. The wine drunk was gone. I was sober as a judge and I had been since the first brush of Flynn’s lips against mine. My mind raced faster than my heart, which would’ve been impressive if I wasn’t about to have a heart attack. Yanking the blanket over my head, I let out a short scream and then twisted onto my stomach to do it again, into the bed. I’d just made out with Flynn Calloway.

His dirty words banged around inside my skull, embedding themselves into my DNA, and I knew they’d be there long after I went back to Atlanta. He’d wanted me for three years. He’d picked me up and moved me around in a way that Tyler never could.

I rolled back over and covered my face with my hands. “Oh, my God.”

He was strong. And he wanted me. Badly, judging by the intensity of his erection. I could still feel it against my inner thighs, digging in with the strength of a fucking bulldozer. It was impossible not to think about how it would feel inside me.

Groaning loudly, I swore at myself. I’d made out with my ex’s older brother. That was a line you weren’t supposed to cross. So why did I want to cross it so badly? My body was still vibrating with need and I squeezed my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

What the hell had just happened?

I wasn’t the kind of woman who did that. I’d always been a serial monogamist and someone who needed time and connection to feel attracted to someone enough to get physical. I’d always needed commitment. Apparently, in upstate New York, after getting painfully dumped, my normal morals went up in flames.

Still hearing my own breathy sounds from the bathroom, I shoved the blanket off my head and blew out a hard breath. My skin felt too small and suddenly made of itchy wool. I let my head drop to the side and made accidental eye contact with the drawer with my vibrator inside.

“No.” I dug my palms into my eyes and shook my head, talking to myself. “No. That’s not happening.”

That determination lasted for all of thirty seconds. Shame washed over me as I slipped out of bed and tiptoed across to the drawer. In the tallest drawer of the dresser, so the kids wouldn’t find it, I grabbed toy and hurried back to bed.

It was fine. I just needed to think of something else, other than the Calloway brothers. Anything else.

I shook out my hands and got comfortable. “Okay… Let’s think about Jason Statham. He’s got the accent… Jason Momoa? Those muscles are nice. That guy who came into the bakery two years earlier and hit on me with a skill that should’ve been labeled as a weapon of mass destruction? Just pick someone, Daisy.”

I shifted and took a deep breath. I tried to lose myself in someone else but my brain didn’t stray too far from the men in the house with me. What started as me imagining Jason Mamoa tossing me over his shoulder quickly turned into Flynn’s hands on my ass as he picked me up. My body finally fluttered back to life at that image.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I let myself have what I truly wanted. The desperate mind could perform magic to get what it wanted and I was performing gold-star tricks to convince myself thinking about my almost brother-in-law wasn’t a horrible plan.

With the self-preserving side of myself muted, it was easy to get back to where I was when Flynn had been between my thighs. I could vividly see Flynn’s hands slipping under my shirt again and moving up until he was cupping my chest and squeezing just as hard as I liked. Like he already knew my body. Like he had a road map of everywhere to touch that would ruin me.

My own hands followed the path his did in my imagination, tweaking my nipples until they were hard and aching. I could hear Flynn’s voice again, whispering filthy words against my waist as he lowered his mouth. “That’s it, Daisy, open up for me and quit pretending you don’t want me.” I’d hold onto his hair while he ate me out with the same enthusiasm he brought to life every day.

I was too worked up to linger. I dragged the vibrator down my chest and stomach and slipped it under my bottoms. Playing out a fantasy with Flynn as the star, I felt just how soaked I was when the tip of the vibrator slid through my folds easily. I pressed the tip to my clit, ready to come already.

In my mind, Flynn was still on his knees, those vibrant blue eyes locked on mine. That was where the fantasy went off the rails, though. In it, suddenly Flynn and I weren’t alone. Max and Wes were there, watching me with hunger in their eyes. I gasped, my eyes flew open, and I came harder than I’d ever come with Tyler. A loud moan ripped from my mouth as I dug my feet into the bed and lifted my hips, bucking against the vibrator and dragging out the orgasm.

After, breathing hard and instantly panicking, I sat up and tossed the vibrator across the room. It landed in the laundry hamper, hidden from my horrified eyes. I gripped my hair and pulled my knees up to my chest.

Any idea that I was a normal, healthy sexual adult exploded inside me as, against my will, the images replayed themselves over and over. Fantasizing about one brother was bad enough. But I’d had the best orgasm I could remember, and definitely the fastest, because I’d pictured all three brothers there, watching and waiting.