I frowned. How the fuck had my daughter found out about my plan?
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I yanked it out in case it was one of the other kids. It was a text from Hack. “Heads up. Leah heard me tell Paisley about the date. Probably gonna hear about it from your old lady.”
“Too late, asshole,” I grumbled before tossing my phone onto the small table in the entry. I put a hand on Riley’s stomach and gently pushed her backwards until she was pressed up against a wall. I leaned my body into hers and whispered in her ear. “Angel, weren’t you the one who told them how to convince me to let them go?” I’d suspected that their tactics had been contrived with their mother.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she panted, her heart rate already racing again.
“Old ladies who don’t tell the truth don’t get any cock, angel. You want to try that again?”
Riley huffed, then moaned when I ground my hard-on against her pussy. “Fine. I may have given them some pointers.”
“Good girl,” I purred as I palmed her tits. “Did you really expect me to agree without making sure no little shit who couldn’t begin to deserve my baby girls came anywhere near them?”
“No,” she gasped as I ripped her T-shirt down the center.
“I don’t let any motherfuckers touch what belongs to me. And who do you belong to, Riley?”
Two orgasms later, she’d told me she was mine at least a dozen times.
And when I went through with my plan for the girls’ date, all three of them were pissed at me. The girls still had to get over their snit, but Riley had already forgiven me by the time I gave her the first climax.
I might have given her a couple glasses of wine before Gillian called to tattle. I never promised to fight fair. And when it came to my family, I would do whatever it took to keep them safe. They were my whole world.
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