All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 34

SARAH

Mykonos day is here, and as I take one long look in the mirror, there’s only one thing on my mind:

The romper is a bad idea.

Alright, technically, it’s a genius idea.

Judging by how it hugs my ass and leaves little to the imagination, I know it’s going to cause problems.

And when you’re trying to get continuously, tirelessly, extremely, and mercilessly fucked by three hot billionaire men, that’s exactly what you need to do: cause problems.

It’s white. Strapless. The fabric clings to my curves like it was painted on, dipping low between my breasts and barely covering my thighs.

If I sneeze too hard, I’m pretty sure it’ll shift high enough to flash the whole damn runway.

I cannot wait to see the look on all their faces when I step into the car. Gosh. Operation GIVE THE HAWKTHORNE BROTHERS A PERMANENT HARD ON is officially on full swing.

I slip on a pair of nude heels, swipe gloss across my lips, and take one last look in the mirror.

By the time I step outside, they’re already in the car, waiting.

Three of them. Ronan in the front seat, sunglasses on, looking smoking hot in a black shirt with the long sleeves rolled over his arms and the first three buttons open.

Malachi lounging with one ankle crossed over his knee, and Jaxon drumming his fingers on his thigh as his right hand scrolls through his phone.

“Good morning, miss Sarah.” Their chauffeur greets, and slowly opens the door for me.

“Why, thank you.” I reply with a bubbly smile, and their heads snap toward me.

The silence in the car is instant.

“Morning,” I chirp, sliding into the back seat beside Malachi.

His jaw flexes. “The hell are you wearing?”

“A romper.” I grin, tugging the hem down like it’s totally normal.

“Light and airy. You said Mykonos, didn’t you? I’m just getting in the mood.”

Jaxon lets out a low whistle. “Are you trying to get in some kind of trouble, kitten?”

I wink at him, “Only if I’m lucky.”

Ronan doesn’t say a word, but the muscles in his jaw are practically ticking. I can feel his eyes through the rearview mirror.

I’m thinking of the most brilliant way to get under his skin when my phone rings.

It’s Kevin.

I put him on speaker.

“Hey, Kev.”

“Hey, berry,” His voice fills the car, warm and protective.

“Are you on your way yet?”

“Mm-hmm. Just got in the car. We’re headed to the jet.”

I spoke to my brother again last night, and we talked about a lot of things. I decided to fill him in, and let him know that I would be taking a short break to Mykonos, courtesy of his best friends. He was happy, actually. And he said he was going to call them and thank them for TAKING CARE of me in his absence.

I know he’s not going to be cordial when he finds out the lengths they’ve gone to “take care” of me. Not that he’ll ever. I’m determined to keep this a secret till I die.

There’s a pause.

“The HawkThornes with you?”

I smile.

“All three of them.”

Another pause. I can already feel their smirks. I believe they have the same damn thoughys as I do.

“Good,” Kevin says.

“You let them take care of you, alright? No more crazy assholes. You’ve had enough drama to last a lifetime.”

Malachi coughs. And Jaxon mutters sonething I cannot quite hear, and I know that’s a good thing, because Kevin can’t hear either.

Ronan speaks up for the first time that morning.

“You’ve got our word, Kevin. We’ll keep her safe.”

“Damn right you will. She’s my little sister. If anything happens—”

“Nothing will,” Ronan cuts in. “It’s our job.”

My face heats. I bite my lip, wishing I could mute the weird flutter in my stomach. Because they’re not just doing their job. Not when they’ve had me spread open on their fingers, on their mouths, under their hands—

“Okay!” I squeak, pressing the end call button. “Love you, bye!”

Malachi smirks. “You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re bright red.”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, crossing my legs. “Totally fine.”

Except for the burning heat in my pussy, of course.

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