Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“I need to go clean up.”

She should as well. She nodded, letting him go first. He strode into the bathroom, completely unconcerned by his nudity. And why should he be? He was simply gorgeous. And that butt was to die for. Pert. Round. Rounder than she’d thought given his slimmer build.

When he returned, he carried a washcloth. “Lie back, spread your legs.”

She blushed. “I can do that.”

He just raised his eyebrows, staring down at her sternly. Mumbling under her breath about stubborn men, she lay back and closed her eyes as she widened her legs. He wiped at her gently, but thoroughly. She thought about telling him that he didn’t have to be that thorough. She wasn’t that dirty after all. But she was kind of enjoying the attention.

Finally, the cloth was removed. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. But he was looking down at his cock.

She glanced down to find it at half-mast.

She bit down on her lip as he started to curse. “This thing has a life of its own around you.”

“Sorry.”

He pointed at her. “No, you’re not. I can hear the amusement in your voice. No saying sorry unless you mean it. Now it’s time for sleep. Let’s get you dressed again or I’m not getting any sleep tonight.”

He got them both dressed then tucked her back into bed. He stared down at her for a long moment. “I’m forgetting something.” He snapped his fingers. “Do you need the pig to sleep?”

She stared up at him. “Um, yes, if you don’t mind.”

“Why would I mind?” He gave her a confused look.

Rolling over, she opened the bedside drawer and drew out Piggles, hugging him tight. She lay back, staring up at the ceiling. Then she started giggling. Even to herself it sounded somewhat hysterical.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked.

“I’m in bed with a pig and the big, bad wolf.”

He shook his head. She bit her lip, trying to stop laughing. She knew she was just nervous.

“You’re grinding your teeth together,” Wolfe told her.

“Am I? Sorry, is it annoying?”

“You’ll give yourself a headache.”

Too late.

“I have something you can use to try to help, but I’m not sure you’re going to want to.”

“What is it?” she asked curiously.

He leaned over the side of the bed. She guessed he was reaching into the bag he’d brought with him. He pulled something out and handed it to her. It took her a moment for her brain to catch up with her eyes.

“A pacifier?” She bit her lip nervously. Did he really expect her to use this?

“You could use a mouthguard. Might work better. But I thought this was, well, cuter.”

Cuter? Did that word seriously come out of his mouth?

“Why don’t you try it?” he suggested softly. “You don’t like it, then we’ll know. And we can experiment with a mouthguard.”

Well. She guessed that was fair. She reached over for the pacifier. Turning it, she saw the image of a fat, smiling pig on the other side. Ooh, that was super cute.

Okay, what was wrong with her? Now she was thinking that the pacifier was cute?