Her friend Carly was getting married in a fortnight and tonight was her hen’s night. Addy and Michelle were going to leave from Michelle’s house together and go over to Carly’s where their other friends were gathering to play games and drink.
Addy, Dash and Eliot lived on a ranch out of town. They didn’t like her driving at night on the country roads which was why they were chauffeuring her around.
Dash stared down at her. He was so handsome, his face chiseled and firm, with a light dusting of facial hair. He was her cowboy through and through. Tall and broad-shouldered, she always felt so small next to him. Next to both her men.
Dash’s hands clasped her face, warming her cool cheeks, she was always cold. “We love you, we’re allowed to worry. You’re our precious little girl.”
Instantly, she felt her stomach drop, the way it always did when he called her his little girl. Age play was something Michelle and Rick were into, and although Addy was fascinated by the idea, she’d never been able to let herself go enough to let her little girl out. But Dash and Eliot were slowly building her up to it.
She smiled, feeling her insides melt as his chocolate brown gaze stared into her eyes.
“I love you too, and I’ll be fine.”
He frowned slightly before nodding and kissing her.
“Go,” he ordered. “Behave.”
Addy jumped out before turning back. “Now where’s the fun in that?”
Winking, she giggled at his growl and slamming the door shut, quickly walked into Michelle’s house.
*****
Six hours later, it was well after midnight when two giggling, rolling drunk women exited the taxi with cheerful yells of goodbye for the driver, who’d seen it all.
They missed the shake of his head as they slipped and slid up the icy footpath to Michelle’s house. Addy looked up at the stars as she stood waiting for Michelle to dig her keys out of her purse.
“You know, I’m pretty sure that the stars are dancing, Shelley,” she said dreamily.
Michelle laughed. “I think that’s your eyes dancing, not the stars.”
Addy giggled. “The ground’s dancing too, look.”
Both women stared down at the ground beneath their feet, unaware they were swaying unsteadily. The front door opened. Michelle hadn’t even gotten her keys in the lock yet.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” The booming, angry voice had both women glancing up guiltily as they leaned together for balance.
“Rick!” Michelle exclaimed happily. Addy didn’t feel much like smiling, though, as she looked into Rick’s stern, dark blue eyes. He looked angry. Rick was a large man with thick shoulders and a wide chest. He kept his head closely shaven, which only added to his dangerous look.
Michelle threw her slight body forward, into the arms of the large man who caught her easily. Michelle was short and curvy, she called it plump, but Addy thought she was just right. So did Rick, if the way he often looked at his wife was any indication.
Right now, though, there was no lust in his eyes, just the promise of trouble. For both Michelle and Addy.
“Get inside before you freeze,” he demanded. Helping Michelle walk past him into the passage he swung his hand back and landed his palm against her rump with a loud slap that had both Michelle and Addy jumping in shock. While Michelle exclaimed and rubbed her abused bottom, Rick held his hand out to Addy.
She looked at it hesitantly.
“Inside now, Addy. You do not want to push my temper any further tonight, young lady,” he warned.
Addy took his hand, trembling from the cold and trepidation. Sure enough as she walked past him, his large hand landed on her bottom, making her squeal from the stinging pain.
She found she was sobering up rather quickly.
“Sit down,” he said quietly, pointing at the sofa. Both women raced over, sitting down in opposite corners as they stared up at a pacing Rick.
“You’re both drunk.”
“We just had a few—” Michelle began before he cut her off with a glare.