The Perfect Fit

by Sadie Kincaid

I sip my Scotch, about to suggest that Xander look elsewhere for his hookup, but I’m distracted by the guy walking up behind Lily. He puts his hand on her beautiful ass and squeezes, and I wonder if she’s with him. Until she turns around and punches him square in the jaw.

“Because you’re drunk and it’s taking all of my goddamn restraint not to slip my hand inside your panties and find out how wet you are, Lily.” My heart races into overdrive. Holy fucknuggets, I’m definitely going to pass out. His lips are so close to my ear that his breath ruffles my hair. “I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here, shorty. So don’t ask me again, because if you do, you’re likely going to be bent over something real fast and I’ll be balls-deep in your sweet pussy before you have a chance to change your mind.”

“We want to date you, Lily. All three of us.” Holy fucknuggets. He’s gotta be screwing with me. “At the same time?” I croak. “Yes, at the same time. Although to the outside world, it will appear like you’re only dating one of us.” Xander shoots a glare at West before directing his attention to me. “Well, it’s more than dating.” I frown. “More than dating?” West nods. “We’d like you to move in here with us for three months.”

“Actually, Xander and West give incredible blow jobs, so that wouldn’t fall entirely on you,” Zeke replies coolly, and I realize I said that last part out loud.

“If you agree to this, Lily, there’s not a single scenario where it won’t be you getting fucked by one of us. We know you’re a bottom, princess.”

Fuck giving her time. She’s ours, and she needs to accept that sooner rather than later. I press my lips against Zeke’s ear. “I want her, Zeke. Make it happen.”

“Your pussy is addictive, princess. You’re fucking addictive. I think I’m gonna keep you.”

He presses his lips to my ear. “Sometimes. I get horny as fuck watching them together.” I giggle. “Me too.” “A horny Lily and at least an hour until dinner.” He hums against my skin. “Hmm. What’s a guy to do?” Without waiting for a response, he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me from the room.

“You think I don’t know what you’re really looking at, buttercup?”

“You don’t want to fucking play with me, Lily, because I will eat you alive.” His grip relaxes just enough for me to speak.

Instead of reassuring him about his scars, I give him snark. “That would require some touching though, wouldn’t it?”

He grunts a response, a humorless smirk pulling the corner of his mouth upward as a wicked glint flickers in his dark eyes. “I will touch you...

A menacing growl vibrates in his chest. “You want a taste, buttercup?”

Zeke snarls, the animalistic sound vibrating through him and into me, and fists his giant hands in my hair. “Don’t fucking toy with me.”

“Zeke! I can do that, please …” He pulls the tampon from the wrapper, and my cheeks burn hotter. He looks up at me, eyes full of deviance and amusement. “I’ve already had my fingers, my tongue, and my cock inside your pussy, buttercup. Why are you all coy about me inserting a tampon?” With that, he pushes it inside me with one thick finger, and my eyes roll back in my head. That should not be hot!

“You’re mine now, buttercup.” “I am?” I pant, a mind-blowing orgasm building deep in my core. “Damn fucking right you are. That’s the thing with me, Lily. I’m a fucking monster, but I’m your monster now.”

“His name is Snowflake.” I sit up and lift him into my lap. “Xander, no. We already have one dog.” I shrug. “Now we have two.”

“I’m already bleeding. Every single second without you is torture. I need you to make it hurt so I can feel something real. Mark me so I can remember that you belonged to me once, even if I didn’t get to keep you.”

“I could get behind calling you Daddy though,” I add with a giggle. Zeke and Xander laugh, but West groans. “Don’t fucking tempt me, princess.” “You kind of are like our daddy though,” Xander says with a cheeky wink. Even Zeke hums his agreement. “Yeah, you’re a lot older than us.” “I’m two fucking years older than you, Zeke.” “Almost four years older than me,” Xander chimes. “And fourteen years older than me. Biologically speaking, you could actually be my daddy.”

The growl that rumbles through West vibrates through me too. “I’ll be your fucking daddy, princess.” He hoists me over his shoulder and spanks my ass hard, making me squeal.

She rolls her eyes, and I cup her chin in my hand. “You did not just roll those pretty eyes at me, did you?” “You deserve way worse than an eye roll, West Archer.”

“It was either this or knock you up,” Xander says, chuckling. “And we did consider swapping out your birth control,” Zeke adds. His nonchalant shrug makes me believe he’s serious, but before I can voice my outrage, West chimes in.