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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Ian rolled his eyes as Jack huffed out a breath.

“Maggie, is it all right with you if I take a look at your hip?”

“Sure,” she replied. Even though having him touch her might be more than she could handle right now.

Lying back, she drew up Ian’s oversized T-shirt. She thought she heard Jameson suck in a sharp breath, but she had to have imagined that.

Right?

He poked and prodded at her.

Think unsexy thoughts.

Pigs in tutus.

Nope. Not working. Sexy Doctor was touching her with the same finger that she’d sucked on.

Urgh.

Monkeys flinging poop.

She bit back a flinch as he touched a particularly sore part of her hip. And still, she was turned on.

Her mum and dad riding the bony express.

And there it was. She was officially turned off.

“I was hoping it would be less tender. The swelling is still there as well. Can I see you walk on it?”

“S-sure.”

Ian helped her off the bed, then she walked slowly back and forth across the room.

“Would you mind, uh, raising the T-shirt while you walk? I promise, this is for medical reasons only.”

“Oh. Yep. It’s okay. I don’t mind if you see my knickers. They’re just knickers. Nothing weird about my knickers. Can someone please stop me from saying the word knickers?” she asked desperately.

All of them were just staring at her until Jack started laughing. Which set off her giggles. Ian smiled and even Jameson’s lips twitched.

“All right, sweetheart. Please raise your shirt so I can see your knickers . . . hip! I meant hip.”

She had to admit that her hip was sorer than expected, considering she’d been doing nothing all day. But it wasn’t that bad.

“How is the pain on a scale of one to five?” Jameson asked, coming over and kneeling in front of her. His face was right in front of her stomach. If he just dropped it a tad lower, it would be over her pussy.

He could lick her. Suck on her clit.

Oh God, did he realize how turned on she was right now?

She took a step back, but he reached out to grab her hips. “Don’t move, please. Pain number?”

“Um. A two.”

He looked up at her, an eyebrow raised.

“All right, maybe a two and three-quarters.” This all seemed like overkill to her. What doctor did house calls? And twice in one day for a minor injury?

It was unheard of.

“More like a four, I’d say. I think you need to come in for an ultrasound.” He stood.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Again, who has the medical degree?” Jameson asked.

“You’re always boasting about that.”

“Back on the bed, Shortcake. Eat your dinner. Rest. Tomorrow, you’re coming into the hospital for some tests.”

She groaned.

Great.

“I hate tests. And hospitals.”

“Tough,” Ian told her. “You’re doing what Jameson says. And he said you need to eat better. No more junk food.”

“Jameson is a dickfly,” she muttered.

“Excuse me?” The man in question sent her ‘the look.’

The look made her clit throb while she also, kind of, wanted to pee herself.

Yep. All that with one look. He was dangerous for her health.

“What?” she repeated. “What did you say?”

When in trouble, deflect, deflect, deflect.

“Smooth move,” Jack muttered.

“I thought so.”

“All this sugar won’t help her heal. Especially when she’s already run down,” Jameson told Ian.

Unfortunately, Ian looked like he was memorizing every word.

That didn’t bode well for her.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out,” Ian said to Jameson. They headed out to Jameson’s car. Ian had known Jameson a long time and he was knew the other man had something to say.

“The three of you are getting close,” Jameson finally said.

“We both like her. A lot.”

Jameson frowned. “She seems very sweet. And kind.”

“That’s because she is. It’s not a pretense. This is who Maggie is. Not all women are liars.”

Jameson stared at him in surprise. “I know that.”

“Good. Because she’s nothing like Elizabeth.”

“I wasn’t saying that she was. Just . . . I’m, uh, glad for you all.” He climbed into his car and took off without another word.

Hmm. That was interesting.

36

Doctor Evans was a bit of a strange person.

He wouldn’t look her in the eyes. And he kept asking her weird questions.

Ian, who had accompanied her to the hospital, was starting to get irritated as well.

After lying around in bed for most of yesterday day, Maggie hadn’t expected to sleep well last night.

To her shock, she’d slept the entire night without waking once. She hadn’t even had that dream where she thought someone was in her room, watching her.

And she’d had that most nights since she’d arrived.

So today, she’d woken up feeling better. Although Ian had tried to make her have oatmeal for breakfast.

What was he trying to do? Kill her?

“What does her sex life have to do with her hip?” Ian interrupted Dr. Evans as he was droning on about her previous and current sexual partners.

She was glad he’d interrupted, because she didn’t know whether to be horrified or amused.


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