Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“We can help,” Caleb told her. “If it’s what you want.”

“Maybe. I can change my mind at any time?”

“You’ll always have a safeword,” Aleki told her. “It’s to keep you safe. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.”

“How about we discuss this after breakfast,” Wolfe suggested. “She needs to eat.”

“How about asking Daddy to let you go,” Caleb said in her ear.

While she might protest at the way they tended to just take over, that was more because she thought she had to. Not because she didn’t like it. The way Wolfe fussed, Aleki joked, and Caleb commanded.

Yeah, it just did something to her.

For the first time in a long while, she felt safe. Not just physically. Emotionally. Mentally. As though she didn’t have to be on her guard. That she could relax and be herself.

“Please let me go, Daddy.”

That didn’t feel as weird as she thought it might. Caleb kissed the top of her head then placed her on her seat. “Thank you, baby.”

With a shaky hand, she reached for the porridge Wolfe held.

“I’ve made certain it’s cool enough. Although it’s sweeter than it should be. Maybe she put sugar in it. I’ll talk to her.”

She winced. Poor Marilyn.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll make you a new bowl.”

Urgh, porridge was porridge. Honestly, sweeter might be better.

“It will be fine.”

“I want half that bowl gone,” Wolfe commanded.

She sighed, but started eating. The guys ate alongside her, talking about work stuff. It did taste a bit sweet, but not unpleasant. When she figured she’d eaten enough to satisfy Wolfe, she picked up her coffee.

Ahh, sweet, sweet caffeine.

Better than sex.

Hmm, well, maybe not. She glanced at the three men. Five minutes later, her eyes started to droop. Much as she might wish otherwise, she tired easily. The cup was taken from her hand and she mumbled something as she leaned against the wall of the plane.

Then an arm went under her legs and around her back.

“What’cha doin’?” she managed to mumble.

“Putting you to bed,” Caleb replied. “Do you need to go potty?”

“Cannot believe you just said that.”

“Well, I could have just put you on the toilet and told you to pee. But I figured you might find that a bit embarrassing.”

“Jeez Louise, ya think?” she grumbled. “There’s a line, dude.”

He kissed her forehead. “When it comes to you, jelly bean, there’s no line I wouldn’t cross.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

He chuckled. “Glad you think so. Do you need to pee?”