Eve arches off the counter, her legs coming around my waist. She’s so fucking wet and hot that I know this won’t take more than a minute. I thrust faster, grinding my palm into her clit while I pluck her nipple.
She gasps and holds her breath, her body shaking violently as her orgasm pulses against my hand.
There’s nothing in the world sexier than this moment right here. My girl riding my fingers, her face pure bliss as she comes all over my hand.
How will I ever survive leaving her?
Chapter 25
Colton
Roman’s cook clearly adores taking care of the littles. She bustles around the kitchen, making sure they have everything they need for lunch. Her husband, Weston, helps by doing whatever Evelyn delegates to him, mostly carrying things to and from the table.
When we returned from the bathroom, the cookie fiasco was completely cleaned up and lunch was about to start. Now, I’m seated at the regular table with Davis and Roman. We’re helping ourselves to what can only be described as the most gourmet of sandwich fixings I’ve ever seen.
Roman only permitted his cook to fuss over us for a moment before waving her off and telling her we could manage. She has her hands full with the littles.
The girls are at the smaller table. They have a completely different spread of food. Evelyn has made them sandwiches on regular bread, even cutting off the crusts. She has given them sliced apples and carrots too. Each of them has a sippy cup of milk.
Roman isn’t looking directly at the smaller table, but he clearly knows Lucy well enough to speak to her without a glance in a harsh voice. “Lucy, drink every drop of your milk before you touch that sandwich, understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she groans.
I look over to see her downing the milk. Afterward, she shudders while she makes a disgusted face.
“She hates milk,” Roman tells us. “It’s a daily battle.”
Davis laughs.
I can’t stop the stupid grin. Every moment of this day should be shocking to me. My jaw should be on the floor and my eyes wide, but I’m educated now. One week’s crash course in age play and I’m sucked in deep. Too deep.
Roman swallows a bite and glances at us. “If you don’t mind standing outside in the cold, we can let the girls play in the hot tub for a while. I don’t like to make my staff stand out there. They have better things to do.”
Davis and I both nod.
“It’s not a problem. I’m impressed by how strict both of you are,” I say.
Davis shrugs. “It’s not the same for every little. They’re all different. It just so happens that Lucy and Britney are happiest at a rather young age with extremely strict rules and boundaries.”
Roman chuckles. “I couldn’t have said for sure where Eve might fall in that spectrum since she’s never been in a relationship outside of playing alone or doing a scene, but she seems to be thriving in the same environment as Lucy and Britney today.”
I glance at her again. She’s licking peanut butter off her thumb. The smile on her face lights up the room. I’ve only known her a week, and it’s been a challenging one, but I’ve never seen her quite this pleased either. She’s so happy here.
Once again, my chest tightens.
When I look back, Roman is watching me. His expression is serious. He doesn’t say anything, but I know what he’s thinking. He’s worried. And he should be.
We’re just finishing our food when the three girls rush toward us.
The cook is behind them with her hands on her hips. “Slow down, little ones.”
Lucy ignores her and launches herself at Roman. “Did you ask them, Daddy? Did you ask if they can stay and we can go in the hot tub?”
He smooths his hand over the top of her head. “Yes, blossom. They can stay. I heated up the water. Take the girls up to your room and find them a swimsuit to borrow.”
Lucy jumps up and down. “Yay,” she shouts as she grabs both Eve’s and Britney’s hands. “Let’s go.”
Roman is shaking his head. “Sorry. She gets overly excited when people come over.”
“No worries at all,” Davis responds. “Britney is delighted.”
“It’s obvious Eve is too,” I say.
Roman stands, grabbing his plate and utensils. “Don’t worry about the water being too hot. I set it at about ninety for the girls. Hot enough that they won’t shiver, but not too hot to harm them if they stay in a while.”
He glances over his shoulder as we follow him with our plates toward the sink. “The three of us might freeze our balls off watching though.”
Weston is at the counter, and he responds to Roman. “I set the space heater up on the patio for you. It’s nice and warm out there by now. You won’t even need coats.”
Roman slaps the man on the shoulder. “Bless you.”
The girls come rushing back into the kitchen moments later.
Weston sighs. “All this running is going to give my wife a heart attack.”
I chuckle. Worrying about three grown women running in the house should be comical, but it’s a lifestyle. It’s fascinating on so many levels. And most interesting is that every single person living in this house is part of the age play.
Eve looks adorable in a pink one-piece swimsuit that has Strawberry Shortcake on the front and a frilly ruffle above her butt. I lift her into my arms and carry her out the door on my hip, not setting her down until we reach the hot tub so her feet don’t get cold on the concrete.
She kisses my cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Once the girls are settled, I grab a seat around the heater with Davis and Roman. We’re close enough to keep an eye on them and far enough to not be heard talking.
Roman glances every few moments. He’s overprotective. As is his right. Hell, Davis isn’t
