Begin as you intend to end. That was my motto...
Spring Fever Daddies by Rayanna Jamison
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Begin as you intend to end. That was my motto.
It was how I had always lived my life.
From the moment my roommate, Mitch, and I arrived back at his childhood home on the Second Chance Ranch, things became clear.
He wanted April. I wanted them both, and I always get what I want.
But something is different now. It feels like everything is on the line, and I'm terrified to crash and burn.
Getting what I want isn't going to be so easy this time around. Mitch has to finally come to terms with the fact that he's in love with me, and while he's doing that, we have to convince April to fall in love with both of us. We have to step up and prove that despite all our faults and problems, we are worthy of that love.
It's a lot, but I begin how I intend to end. With Mitch beside me, April between us, and both of us as her Daddies.
There are a lot of roadblocks along the way, but I'm determined to get my happy ending. And I always get what I want.
Publisher's Note: This book contains menage scenes and power exchange scenes. If this is offensive to you, please don't read it.
When she was gone, April turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Okay, now hot stuff. Let's see how you measure up in the kitchen.”
I stood, and held my hands out in front of me. “I'm all yours. At your beck and call. Just consider me your sous chef extraordinaire. Put me to work.”
Merry clicked her tongue. “Not so fast there, hot stuff. You aren't kitchen ready quite yet.”
She pointed to the sink, and to my amusement, slapped my ass. “Wash up, Cowboy. I don't know where those hands have been today.”
“Yes Ma’am” I teased with a mock salute. “Bossy.”
“Hey, I can give as good as I get, you know.” she teased.
“I sincerely doubt that,” I snickered, washing my hands, and drying before turning back to her.
“ Washed up and at your service.”
April shook her head. “Almost. First you need to pick an apron. Third drawer down.”
“ An apron?” I scoffed. “Is that really necessary? “
“My kitchen, my rules.”
“Oh I see. Well then,” I intoned, grabbing the frilliest apron from the drawer and slipping it over my neck with a smile as I closed the space between us. “ I'll tell you the same thing I told Mitch, as long as we're outside the bedroom, and on your turf you can go ahead and boss me around as you please, but once we step outside this kitchen you best be prepared to get as well as you gave.”
Her reaction was visible in the way her pupils dilated, and the slight tremble of her Adam's apple as she gulped.
“O-okay” she stuttered.
I smacked her ass. A little tit for tat. “What was that?”
“I said,” she huffed, raising her voice, “O-kay. As in okay, but right now we are in the kitchen, and that's my turf.”
Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.
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