Chapter 2

The game didn't stay light for long.

I kept losing. Not always on purpose. My concentration was shot, every time Victor's arm brushed my shoulder or Jax's knee pressed harder against mine, my brain short-circuited. Another round. Another loss. Jax grinned like he'd been waiting for this exact moment and pointed at my T-shirt.

"Off."

I hesitated only a second. The thin fabric went over my head and landed on the floor. Cool air hit my skin. I was left in just a soft bralette and the tiny sleep shorts. My nipples were already hard, pushing obviously against the thin lace. I knew they could see it. Both of them. Victor's gaze dropped and stayed there for a beat too long. Jax didn't even pretend to look away.

"Fuck,"I thought, cheeks burning. "They're staring like they want to eat me."

The couch felt smaller. Hotter. Jax reached over for the next "punishment."His hand slid under the edge of the bralette like it belonged there, fingers brushing the outer curve of my breast, then deliberately grazing the stiff peak of my nipple. Just a light pass. Enough to send a sharp spark straight down between my legs. I sucked in a breath and went still.

Victor's voice came low and firm. "Sit up straight, baby girl."

I obeyed without thinking. His big hand settled on my bare thigh, heavy and warm, thumb stroking slowly inward along the soft skin. Higher. Higher. Not quite touching where I was already damp, but close enough that my pulse started hammering there.

Slut, I cursed myself silently. Getting this wet just from your stepdad and his teammate touching you. What the hell is wrong with you?

My legs felt weak. The shorts were starting to stick to me.

Victor reached up, unknotted the tie from around his own neck, and brought it toward my face. "Close your eyes."

The silk settled over my vision. Darkness. Instant. Complete. The world narrowed to sound and touch and the sudden, terrifying sharpness of every sensation. I could hear my own breathing. Could feel the heat of both men on either side of me. My thighs trembled with a mix of nerves and something hungrier.

Hands moved.

Jax's fingers slipped fully under the bralette now, cupping one breast, kneading the soft flesh, then pinching the nipple between thumb and finger—firm, rolling, tugging just enough to make me gasp. At the same time Victor's hand left my thigh, slid around to my hip, then lower, grabbing a solid handful of my ass cheek right where it met the top of my thigh. He squeezed hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling me slightly sideways so I leaned into him.

Wet sounds started almost immediately. Soft, slick little noises as my body reacted without permission. I could feel the fabric of my shorts growing heavier, clinging. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat, swollen and neglected.

"Daddy…"The word slipped out before I could stop it, half whisper, half broken.

Victor's low laugh vibrated against my ear. "That's it. Just feel."

His hand left my ass, and pushed beneath the waistband without hesitation. Thick fingers found the soaked cotton of my panties, pressed against the seam, then slipped underneath. The first direct touch on my bare skin made my whole body jolt. He parted my pussy lips with two fingers, spread the wetness, and then—precise, merciless—settled the pad of one finger directly on my clit.

He rubbed.

Fast. Circles. Firm pressure. Exactly the way that made my hips try to lift off the couch. Jax kept working my breasts, pinching both nipples now, rolling them, occasionally giving a sharp little twist that shot straight down to where Victor's finger was driving me crazy. I could hear how wet I was—soft, filthy sounds every time Victor's finger moved. Juice was already coating his skin, dripping down toward his palm.

My legs shook harder. The darkness made everything louder, hotter, more intense. I could feel the air on my exposed stomach, the rough calluses on Victor's finger, the way Jax's breath was getting heavier near my neck. Shame and heat tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart.

Daddy's hand is on my clit. Jax is still playing with my tits. I'm soaking the couch and I can't even see them watching me. What the fuck is wrong with me?

The pressure built fast. Too fast. My stomach tightened. My thighs clamped around Victor's wrist on instinct. He didn't stop. He just pressed harder, rubbed faster, and leaned in so his mouth was right against my ear.

"Come for Daddy."

I broke.

A sharp, shaking orgasm ripped through me. Smaller than some, but intense enough that my back arched off the cushions and a broken sound tore out of my throat. Wetness pulsed out of me, soaking his fingers, dripping down onto the couch fabric beneath us. My clit throbbed wildly under his touch as the waves kept coming, shorter and sharper, until I was trembling and trying to catch my breath.

Victor slowly pulled his hand free. I heard the soft, wet sound of it. Jax's hands eased on my breasts but didn't leave completely.

The tie was tugged away.

Light flooded back in. I looked down and immediately wanted to die a little. My bralette was shoved up, nipples still hard and red from Jax's fingers. My shorts and panties were visibly dark and soaked. A wet patch had spread on the couch cushion under me. My thighs were shiny.

Victor's fingers glistened.

Jax's voice came rough and amused. "Game's not over, princess. Next punishment is direct body contact. No more clothes in the way."

My clit gave a hard, traitorous throb at the words, still sensitive, still aching.

I swallowed, heart slamming, and realized with a fresh rush of heat that I was already wondering how much further I would let this go.