Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

He? Meaning his cock?

“Yeah, we don’t want Caleb’s little white dude coming to the party early,” Aleki commented.

“Hey, he’s not little and he’s never early,” Caleb countered. “Asshole.”

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“What have I told you about apologizing?” he countered. “I can see I’m going to have to watch you closely. Now hold on to me.”

Before she could ask why, he started to rock gently. She didn’t really have to hold on, he had his arm around her, keeping her secure. She sighed gently and closed her eyes.

Urgh. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

She opened them with a gasp. “Stop!”

He immediately ceased the rocking. “What is it?”

“Sick.”

Suddenly, Wolfe was there, taking her from Caleb. He quickly carried her away from the swing set then set her gently down, bending her over with his arm a steel band under her breasts, holding her up as she vomited into the bushes.

Yuck. She hated vomiting.

Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with snot.

So pretty, Genevieve.

“Easy, easy.” Aleki was on the other side of her, rubbing her back.

“Sorry. Sorry.”

“Hush,” Caleb growled from behind her. “That was entirely my fault. I should have known you’d feel ill and dizzy from the movement.”

“Yes,” Wolfe growled. “You should have.”

“Give her back to me,” Caleb told Aleki. “I’ll carry her back to the clinic.”

“I have her,” Aleki said quietly, he pulled her up, cradling her against his wide chest. His scent hit her. Sandalwood and sugar.

She sniffled, wishing she had something to wipe her face. And a drink. God, she hoped he couldn’t smell her vomit-breath.

Urgh. This was all so embarrassing.

“Wipe your face on my T-shirt,” Aleki told her.

“Ick. No, I’m not doing that.”

Aleki sighed. “Do you have to fight us on everything?”

“I don’t fight you on everything.” Where did he get that idea?

“Really? Do you think you’ve been cooperative up until now? You won’t tell us what’s going on. You’re barely eating or drinking. You were hooked up to an IV only a few hours ago. What were you gonna do with that port anyway?” Aleki asked.

She touched the port in her hand with a grimace. “Um, likely leave it in.”

“Good plan,” Wolfe said sardonically. “When it got infected, you could end up back in the hospital and on another dose of antibiotics.”

She glared at him.