Carter

When Leonard and I get home on Friday, I'm overjoyed to see Evie sitting in the living room, a book in her hand and a little scowl on her face.


'You all right?" I ask her.

'Yeah, just reading. Why, did I look mad?"

I nod.


'I have an angry reading face," she says with a laugh. 'People always ask me what's wrong."

'Cute." I bend down and kiss her forehead.


When she grips my arms to keep me close, I drop my bag and pull her fully into my arms.

'There are about a million filthy things I want to do to you," I murmur.

'Like what?"

'Lemme take a shower, and then I'll show you."

She grins. 'I bet you have a spreadsheet somewhere."

'Nah, blueprints. We work with blueprints."

I can't resist her mouth, which I kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Behind me, Leonard clears his throat. Pulling back from Evie's sweet mouth, I say, 'Your other daddy needs some sugar."

He swoops in and kisses her just as hard as I did. She clings to his arms and makes soft sounds in her throat.

Smacking Leonard's shoulder, I say, 'Come on. Showers for us both. Whoever's out first gets their cock warmed."

'Oh, no," Evie says.

Leonard gives her a sadistic grin. 'Oh, yes."

'Do either of you have a laptop I can borrow for a minute, then?" she asks. 'Mine is updating and taking freaking forever."

'Sure, you can use mine," I say, pulling it from my bag. I quickly power it on and type in the password while Leonard disappears upstairs to take his shower, the fucking cheater. As soon as the home screen flashes up, I race for the stairs, Evie's giggles a soundtrack to my flight. I can already hear the shower running in the master suite.

A quick, cold shower, and then I'm wrapping a towel around my waist and hurrying downstairs.

Leonard beat me to the living room. Asshole. Like me, he only has a towel around his waist, and also like me, his hair is wet and errant water drops are dripping down his neck and shoulders.

But instead of having Evie sitting on his cock, he has her bent over like he did the other night for her spanking. This time, though, my laptop is open in front of her so she can see the screen.

'Hey, Swann," he says, 'are you aware that your SexFest app pops up when you start your computer?"

SexFest is a porn and social media site. I visit it occasionally to either get off during a dry spell, or get ideas to use with a partner.

From the look of Evie's face, she likes what she's looking at. Her cheeks are flushed as she turns to look at me. 'Daddy, you're kinky."

'I know, doll."

'But Daddy Leonard is punishing me for looking at a ‘mature' site."

'As he should," I say easily. 'Now, doll. Tell me what you're looking at."

'There's a video. Three men are with a woman and they're tying her up."

While she talks, Leonard eases down her elastic shorts along with her panties. The fabric slides down her long legs.

'And now what's happening?" I rub the front of my towel, trying to ease the ache of desire that swells my dick.

'They're…they're putting a sparkly thing in her…in her butt." She gasps as Leonard drops his towel and shoves his cock into her pussy.

He grins over at me. 'She likes it when we penetrate her before she's fully wet."

'Does she, now?"

Nodding, he gives her a little spank.

'Daddy!" she yelps.

'Tell me more about the video," I say to her.

'The men are taking turns with her. One's putting his great big thing in her mouth while the other one puts his between her legs."

'Good girl," I say. 'How does it make you feel, watching these mature acts on the computer?"

Her blue eyes flick upward to meet mine. 'It makes me feel hot all over, Daddy. Everything feels really tight…down there. And the more Daddy Leonard moves, the wetter I'm getting. I don't understand it, Daddy."

Oh, she is really going for the innocent act. It's so dirty, taboo. I fucking love it. My cock feels hard as iron and tents the towel around my waist.

'Suck on this, doll," I say, removing my towel. 'Like they're doing in the video."

Her eyes widen and she licks her lips as I move closer, feeding my cock to her. She opens her mouth and sucks me in, hollowing her cheeks.

'Fuck, feels good." I reach beneath her and cup her tits through her shirt, rolling her nipples. Leonard brings his hand to her front and cups her pussy, probably rubbing her clit.

She comes and comes, her cries of pleasure filling my ears. After Link and I find our own releases, I slam the laptop shut and we carry Evie upstairs to do it all over again.

--

Leonard

I slept in. I can't remember the last time I did that. Unfortunately, Carter won rock-paper-scissors on who got to stay in Evie's bed last night, so I'm waking up alone.

It's also fortunate he won, because I wake up to a phone call from my brother.

'Mark," I say as I tug on a pair of jeans. 'Hey, how are you?"

'Great," he says. 'Things are okay there? I heard you took a trip."

'Yeah, Texas. A law firm wants us to manage a build for them."

'Are you going to take it?"

'We talked it over and it's looking that way, yeah."

'Hey." His voice gets quieter. 'Is Evangeline okay? Truly?"

Fuck, I wish he wouldn't ask me this. Because she seemed more than fine when she came on my cock last night.

'She's good," I say. 'Thriving. And her friends seem nice—I met a few of them when she had them over for swimming."

'Hands off those girls," he says. 'They're too young, even for you."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

'Yeah," I say. 'Don't worry, I'm not interested in any of Evangeline's friends."

He laughs, like of course I wouldn't be interested in anyone that young. I want to bury my face in my hands and disappear.

'Anyway." I clear my throat. 'How's Japan, how are you?"

'Oh, nothing new. I was actually calling because I wanted to talk to Evangeline and she isn't answering her phone."

Normally, I'd make some kind of joke about how he only wants to talk to his daughter and he doesn't want to talk to me, his poor neglected brother, but I can't dredge up even the tiniest bit of humor.

'Let me see if she's around," I say, heading down the hall.

Her bedroom door is open, but she isn't in there. Sounds of the shower running come from the bathroom.

'Sounds like she's in the shower," I say as I walk back to my room. 'Want me to have her call you back?"

'No, I have to run. I have a contact for her—I texted her the name and number. It's a guy in Paris. He works with the firm where she can work."

My breath stutters in my throat and I nearly choke. 'A firm? In Paris?"

'She didn't tell you? Maybe because you were gone when I called. But yeah, I have some friends who work in Paris and there's an opening at their translation firm. They could use someone with Evangeline's qualifications. She's thinking about it, but I really hope she takes the job."

Every cell in my body revolts at the idea. But I say, 'Cool, that's really great."

'Yeah, I'm excited for her." He pauses, but when I have nothing useful to contribute, he goes on, 'Well, I wanted to talk him up a little bit, but if she's busy, I guess I won't. Tell her to give him a call as soon as she's out of the shower. He's free right now, and eager to chat with her about the job opportunity. I think the two of them would get along really well."

A job opportunity. In Paris. And some guy her age wants to chat with her about it.

Mark likes the guy, I can tell. He's doing everything to say it without actually saying it. This isn't just a job opportunity, it's a fucking blind date, and I'd have to be blind not to see it.

'Link?" Mark says.

'Yeah. I'll pass along the message."

'Thanks. Talk to you later."

I barely hear myself say goodbye to my brother as I storm back down the hall toward Evie's room.

* * *

Evangeline

I'm stepping out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around me, when Leonard appears in my doorway.

'Where's Carter?" he asks, his brown eyes dark.

'Um, I don't know? The kitchen, maybe? Is something wrong?"

'Your dad wants you to call some asshole in France." He practically growls out the words.

I blink at him, confused. 'What are you talking about?"

'Apparently there's a job you're hoping to take, and this guy wants to talk to you."

'Oh." All the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. 'I was going to tell you and Carter about the translation job, I just haven't had a chance."

'That's fine. You don't have to tell us anything." His voice is gruff, dismissive.

Grabbing his arm, I say, 'I do. I want to talk to you about this stuff."

'Well, talk to the French guy." Leonard barely looks at me as he speaks. 'Your dad texted you his contact info."

Asshole. Is he really throwing a mantrum because I have a contact in Paris? Whatever. I grab my phone and see more texts from Thomas. He's been texting nonsense the past couple of days, wanting to 'talk." I don't want to think about him—I don't have time for his bullshit. I scroll down to the text from my dad. Antoine Delacroix, and a phone number. Sticking my tongue out at Leonard, I hit the button to call him.

'Allô," a man answers.

'Hi, this is Evangeline Riorson," I say in French. 'Am I speaking with Antoine Delacroix?"

'Ouais," he says, sounding excited. 'It's very nice to speak with you. I've heard good things about you from both your father and my mother."

Antoine is actually really freaking nice. While Leonard looks on like a sulky teenager, Antoine and I talk about the firm where he works—and where he hopes I will soon work, too.

I've only been talking with Antoine for five minutes or so when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. That would be Carter. Leonard tears himself from my presence and I hear the two of them talking down the hall. I half-listen to Antoine while Leonard explains to Carter who I'm speaking with and why.

Then both men enter my room wearing identical frowns. Carter has a sparkle in his eyes, though.

I turn around to try to ignore them. I know I could shoo them out of my room, but something about that playful look in Carter's eyes keeps me from doing it. Besides, I'm just having a conversation with a potential colleague—there's nothing scandalous or wrong about what I'm doing. I have nothing to hide from them.

Carter takes off his shirt. Leonard does the same. They're fucking beautiful, the both of them.

I forget French. I forget English. I forget my damn name.

'Evangeline?" Antoine prompts on the other end. 'Did the call end?"

'No, no, I'm here," I say, unable to tear my eyes from the two delicious towers of muscle in front of me.

Leonard's scowl has turned into a knowing grin, his dimple barely visible through his whiskers, as he trails a hand over his abs to the fly of his jeans. Carter's doing the same.

Whatever Antoine is saying, I respond to automatically. My attention is on the two men undressing before me, a private striptease which feels wrong, so wrong, when I'm on the phone.

Finally, I tell Antoine that it's been very nice talking to him, but I have plans and have to leave.

'Can we talk again another time?" he asks.

'Of course, I'd like that," I say.

'Your French is very good," he says, his tone warm. 'I look forward to speaking with you again, and perhaps you'll join me here in Paris soon."

'Perhaps," I say with a smile.

Leonard is down to his boxer briefs. Carter is fully naked, his cock hard and ready. As I watch, he strokes himself.

My body is tightening with need, every cell focused on these two men. I quickly end the call with Antoine, promising to talk again soon.

'Is our baby girl talking to a boy?" Carter asks.

I flush, my face hot, as I answer, 'He's someone I might work with, if I take a job."

'A job in Paris," Leonard clarifies.

Carter's green eyes flash. 'Is that so."

'It's just an idea," I say. 'My dad only told me about it a few days ago, while you two were in Texas. I've barely had a chance to consider it."

It's the truth—I've actually been ignoring it as a possibility, because the thought of moving overseas for translation, a job I've only done as a side-gig to help with spending money during college, is scary. What if I hate it as a full-time job?

And moving overseas would mean leaving Leonard and Carter behind…but would they even care? It's not something I feel like I could ask them, because if the answer is that they wouldn't care, I'd be crushed.

'Who is this boy, anyway?" Carter asks.

'Uh, his name is Antoine," I say. 'My dad arranged for me to talk to him."

'So you want to go to France and work with this Antoine guy, huh?" Carter's tone is dripping with stern disapproval.

I've just discovered that stern disapproval causes me to drip with lust.

My hair, still wet from my shower, clings to my neck and shoulders. My skin feels hot and tight, and I'm hyperconscious of the fact that I'm only wearing a towel.

'What can Antoine do that I can't do?" Carter asks, tugging on the edge of said towel.

'Parles-tu français?" I ask.

'Non," he says, winking. 'But I know a lot of good words in English. Like ride my cock, baby girl. Are those good words, do you think?"

'Yes," I whisper.

Leonard takes over with my towel, and a heartbeat later, it lands on the floor at my feet. Kneeling in front of me, Leonard presses kisses over my hips and lower stomach. He nudges my thighs apart, then looks up into my eyes and licks slowly over my pussy.

'Oh, fuck," I say, a whine in my voice. 'Please…"

'Please, Daddy," Carter says.

'Please, Daddy," I echo. 'Daddies. Please, I need more."

Carter scoffs while Leonard continues to give me slow licks. Carter says, 'What you need is consequences for your naughty behavior. Standing there naked under your towel while you talk to that French boy. So inappropriate."

'I'm sorry." I look into his eyes even as I hold onto Leonard's shoulders, trying not to fall.

'And maybe Antoine can speak French, but he can't do for you what your daddies can. We know what's best for you, doll."

'Maybe," I hedge, but only because I know my false doubt will rile them up.

Leonard begins licking me in earnest, and all thought leaves my brain. I'm a quivering mass, ruled by building pleasure, every thought centered on my clit.

'Eyes on me," Carter says.

My eyes fly open without any thought from me, following his command. I wriggle and squirm, chasing the delicious heat of Leonard's tongue, and watch Carter's dark, lustful gaze the entire time.

Just as I'm about to reach orgasm, Leonard stops.

'What—why—Daddy, please—" I begin.

'Could Antoine eat you like this?" Leonard asks.

'I don't know," I say, affecting a prim voice even though my body is a raging volcano of lust. I can't believe he just stopped all of a sudden…then again, it's not unlike him to tease me this way. Trying to keep my voice from shaking, I say, 'I haven't yet had the opportunity to test his oral skills."

Leonard growls, his frustration clear.

Carter moves behind me and cups my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. 'Can he fuck your ass and your cunt at the same time like we can, baby girl?"

'I…I doubt it," I say. 'But who knows, maybe he has two dicks."

'Such a brat," Carter murmurs, nipping the edge of my ear. He kisses his way down my neck, and I feel his lips against the warm chain of my necklace, moving back and forth. He replaces his lips with his fingers and hand, encircling my neck. 'I bet he wouldn't be able to choke you like I can, either. So rough yet gentle, making you so fucking wet while we fuck you."

Leonard returns to my pussy, licking my clit and spearing me with two fingers. I try to grind against his face, but Carter's hand at my neck prevents me from moving much at all.

'I'm going to fuck this pussy while Link licks it," Carter says, knocking my feet farther apart. 'Then you can tell us if you think that boy Antoine can make you feel like we do."