Kept by her Daddies – Harem of Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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“Maggie, I need to talk to you about his care,” Jameson told her.

“I’m sure the nurse will go through it all,” she said. “You don’t have to worry.” The last thing she needed right now was another lecture from Jameson about Uncle Willy.

Because she knew it all already. And even though she knew she needed more help, that they both did, there was nothing she could do about that.

“And you already told me,” Ian added, giving Jameson a look. “He needs quiet and lots of rest. We should check on him regularly and you’ve told me what to watch for. We’ve got your number on speed dial. And the number of that night nurse if we need her.”

“If you’re so concerned, maybe you should come stay with us,” Jack said, coming over to help her off the bed. He took hold of her hand.

She tensed, waiting for Ian and Jameson’s reactions. Would they be mad? Upset?

Ian glanced down, and to her shock, he looked surprisingly happy. But Jameson . . . he just appeared shocked.

Then Jack led her out of the room and into her uncle’s.

What would it be like to have Jameson live with them too?

Heck. It just might make her head explode.

28

“Monkeyballs,” she muttered to herself as she took in the state of her boots.

Jameson was right, the sole had come away

She loved these boots. They were an absolute bargain that she’d found at a thrift store and she wore them all the time.

Even in the heat and sand.

Right. She could fix this. All she needed some superglue.

She stood and barely bit back a pained groan as her hip protested. This wasn’t good. At the rate she was going, she wouldn’t be able to walk soon.

Uncle Willy had been back here for two days now. And it felt like she’d spent most of that time running around, taking care of him.

The first night, she’d slept on his bedroom floor so she’d hear him if he woke up. The next day, both Ian and Jack had been furious with her. She didn’t know how they’d figured it out.

However, she’d been told to sleep in her own bed and they’d hired the night nurse Jameson had suggested.

It had been a relief. Even if she’d stayed up most of the night worrying still.

Truthfully, if she’d slept on that hard floor again, she likely wouldn’t have been able to move the following morning.

You can barely move now.

It wasn’t that Uncle Willy was demanding or anything. She just wanted to take good care of him. That was the main reason she was spending so much time in his room.

That . . . and she was kind of avoiding Jack and Ian after all the kissing.

Lord, she missed the kissing.

She attempted to stretch, but a sharp pain shot through her hip and down her leg.

Not good.

It didn’t help that she hadn’t done any yoga in days or that she hadn’t been sleeping well. She also should have stopped and rested when it started hurting while she was with Jack the other day.

“Coulda, shoulda, woulda,” she muttered to herself.

She could do this. All she had to do was keep going.

Easy-peasy. Right?

After checking in to ensure that Uncle Willy still slept, she headed down the stairs. She kept hold of the rail to help herself balance.

Unease filled her. What if Uncle Willy wasn’t up to taking the wedding photos? They were supposed to be taking some pre-wedding pictures in three days.

He’d be all right. He had to be.

She made her way into the kitchen, moving carefully. Where would the super glue be?

“Looking for something?” Jack asked as he walked in.

She let out a cry, putting her hand on her chest. “You scared me.”

He leaned against the counter. “I scared you? Were you sneaking around? What were you looking for? Or is it that you’re trying to avoid me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He grasped hold of her, turning her so her back was pressed to the counter. Then he leaned into her.

Whoa. Seemed intense Jack was back.

His hand moved to the back of her neck, squeezing. “You’re avoiding me. Why? Because we kissed?”

“Is that why you’re avoiding me too?” Ian asked, walking in. “Because of our kiss.”

Dear Lord.

Please let them stop talking about kissing or she was going to implode. Or tackle one of them to the ground and kiss the hell out of them.

“I’m not avoiding you guys,” she lied.

“Good. Because you’re sitting down and having dinner with us tonight. And every meal from now on,” Ian told her.

Um. No. That didn’t sound like a good idea.

“But Uncle Willy needs⁠—”

“I’ll take over cooking for all of us,” Jack said, cupping her face between his hands. “You are going to start doing less, baby girl.”

Darn. She loved his touch, but not so much what he was saying.


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