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  Life on the docks is good, and I get to come home to my family every night. Meeting Clara wasn’t part of my plan, and having a family wasn’t anywhere on my radar. But it all worked out exactly how she wanted it, and I never realized that’s how I wanted it to. I was just too damn afraid to hope for it.

  I grab Clara by the waist and this time I’m the one whispering in her ear. “You can thank me later.”

  “Oh, I plan on it,” she says, licking her lips and winking at me.

  Her hands trail down my big chest and to the buttons on my shirt. She’s a tease and she knows it. But I don’t have any complaints. Teasing her is half the fun. The other half of the fun is bending her over and fucking her until she can’t walk. But I’ll save that for when the kids are asleep.

  “Love you, baby,” I say, kissing her on the forehead and then helping the kids get in the truck.

  “Love you, too, Daddy,” she says, before slapping me on my ass.

  THE END!

  Her 2 Protectors

  by Jessa Kane

  Not even two firemen can put out this fire…

  Rescued from the flames by two powerful heroes who now refuse to leave her side, Penny can’t seem to choose which man she needs most. Possessive Nick is old enough to be her father and touches her just right. Zeke is wild and full of passion with a hidden sweet side.

  So maybe she won’t choose. Maybe she’ll keep them both.

  After all, both men are determined to keep Penny, even if it means sharing…and keep her protected from the danger lurking just around the corner.

  Prologue

  Penny

  Smoke is everywhere.

  What’s going on? It seems like I fell asleep one minute ago in my bedroom, surrounded by familiarity and the scent of my pumpkin candle. Did I blow it out? Yes. Yes, I always blow it out and this time was no exception. So how did this happen?

  There’s an image that continues to play in my head. Shifting shadows at the edges of my room…the smell of gasoline. Laughter. Did I dream the laughter?

  There’s no time to think about it now. Flames race up my white, lacy curtains. Embers smoke on my bedspread. I’m coughing. Ouch. My chest is full of sludge. Why won’t my legs move?

  Father. My father. Where is he?

  I need to get up, but lethargy makes my movements slow. So slow. I can’t see past the end of my bed anymore. I can’t—

  Two sets of hands close around me in the darkness. Strong hands.

  “We’ve got you, sweetheart.”

  “Arms around my neck, baby. We’re going to get you out of here.”

  Those voices. They’re coming from inside big black helmets. Ones I can’t see through. These men are huge and they’re in my bedroom. Which means they want to harm me, right? Was one of them the laughing man I sensed in the shadows? Fear wraps around my vocal cords and I want to scream, but they put a mask over my face…and cool, clean oxygen rolls into my lungs. I’m not fearful of the men after that. Especially when I’m picked up like I weigh less than a feather and I’m carried from the inferno that used to be my bedroom.

  The man who isn’t carrying me uses an axe to clear a path—and I’ve never seen anything like him. He’s an avenging giant, walking through smoke and ash without a single hesitation. Glancing back at me occasionally, as if to reassure himself that I’m okay, while the man carrying me murmurs comforting words.

  “Poor baby. You’re going to be okay.” He turns his body to protect me from a falling piece of debris. “I won’t let you be anything but okay.”

  Suddenly we’re outside and cold air races over my fevered skin. Relief. I won’t die in the flames. My two saviors surround me on the giant front lawn, taking off their helmets at the same time. Older and younger. Wise and wild. Opposites, but both so brave. I have no time to absorb the impact of them—God, they’re so commanding—because worry tears into me like sharp teeth.

  “My father?”

  They exchange a look. The older one nods and we move again, the younger man carrying me toward an ambulance. And then I see my father, an oxygen mask over his face, his skin pale. Half of his body is covered, but I know on instinct he’s been burned. No. No, he has to be okay. He’s all I have in this world.

  “Father?”

  His eyes crack open, but they don’t reach me. No, they split a weary yet determined look between my rescuers. “Protect her. Please.” His eyelids flutter closed. “This…not an accident…”

  “We’ll keep her safe, sir,” says the older fireman, his tone made of steel. “You have our word.”

  “No one will get through us. That’s a promise.”

  My father goes eerily still on the gurney and my own screams ring in my ears.

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  I shouldn't want him, but I do.

  I've got one week to get through until my eighteenth birthday, and then I'll be free to go. All I've got to do is keep my hands off my new step-dad, Bruce. But that's easier said than done.

  I shouldn't want her, but I do.

  I can't remember the last time I touched a woman. Hell, I can't remember the last time I touched myself. But ever since little Sophie showed up, I can't think of anything but claiming her.

  Forbidden love and secret obsessions will have you begging for the climax.

  Warning: You can beg all you want...Bruce won't be forced.

  Copyright © 2015 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to [email protected]

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Chapter 1

  Bruce

  “What am I supposed to do with a seventeen-year-old girl?” I asked, leaning forward, placing my elbows on the desk. “I’ve never even met the girl.” It’s been a long fucking week and now this. I can feel the tension snaking up my spine, which I’m sure will lead to a massive headache that will fuck up my whole day.

  “You’re now her legal guardian, so you better figure out what you’re going to do with her,” Jim, a junior associate at the firm informs me. I have the urge to throw him out of my office or just fire his ass, but this isn’t his fault. This was my own doing. I knew Debra, my ex-wife, had a daughter, but I’d never met her in the two years that we were married. Hell, I barely knew Debra outside of a working environment. Sure, we were married, but it wasn’t your typical marriage.

  I was racking my brain, trying to remember everyone who attended. The funeral actually looked like a work meeting more than anything. The small group in attendance was made up of people she worked with and a few clients. I don’t know why I didn’t notice that before. No friends or family showed up, only other lawyers from the firm, but it made sense, neither she nor I had lives outside of this office.

  Debra’s father, Steven, had passed last year, and he was the only family member I’d ever met of hers. Steven used to be a senior partner at the firm before I took his place. The thought of Debra’s daughter not being at her mother’s funeral never crossed my mind. Debra only talked about h
er daughter a handful of times in the five years I knew her. I can’t even recall a time when she went to visit her, and I know her daughter never came to our penthouse.

  “When will she be arriving?” I ask while pulling up today’s itinerary on my computer. My schedule, as usual, is a mess and completely full.

  Ever since making senior partner and taking over Steven’s caseload, I work fifteen-hour days. He’s the reason I’m in this situation now and having to become a guardian. It should’ve been him taking in a seventeen-year-old girl. She’s was his granddaughter, after all. But now that he’s gone, I’m the only one who’s left.

  It hasn’t helped that we haven't picked a new lawyer to take Debra’s place at the firm since she died. She’s only been gone six weeks, but someone needs to be hired fast. She carried a giant workload on her own, and even distributing it amongst the staff, it’s more than we can handle on top of our own cases.

  I met Debra when I joined the firm fresh out of graduate school. She had already been with them for years. Her father was a senior partner, so it was a no brainer what law firm she wanted to make partner at. I always knew there was no other firm I wanted to work for. I’d only heard great things about the place, it was known to be the best and my own father really pushed me into joining them. He and Steven had gone to college together, but my father went politics, something I had no desire to do.

  After I walked in the door, we both made strides to get to the top. She’d already been trying for years but wasn't making much progress. Case after case, we always got paired together. We were both dedicated and worked hard for years, earning our chops and making a name for ourselves. But Debra was constantly passed over for promotions because of her sex and because of her name.

  If she was given a promotion it always looked like it was favoritism, so instead the bump would go to me. This frustrated both of us, as we were both friends and colleagues and each giving more than one hundred percent. It’s never fair being a woman in this line of work, and after a few years, we hit a roadblock.

  The firm decided to create a new opening for a partner and I was being groomed to take it. I knew that Debra deserved it as much as I did, but I wasn’t sure what to do. Then one day Steven took Debra and me aside and we came up with a plan.

  After I moved into my new role as partner, Steven would retire. The kicker was, he would only retire after Debra and I got married. After the license was signed, he would then set his retirement in motion.

  Once the ink was dry, and with help from another founding partner, we had the majority vote and were able to secure Debra a spot in the firm as Steven’s replacement. Everybody won. Steven knew his family name was secure in the company, and his daughter wouldn’t have to worry about her future at the firm.

  I was a workaholic already and didn’t have a social life outside of work. When I did find myself out for the evening, women were just attracted to the suit and the money. Women made things messy and complicated, and I didn’t need either in my life. Debra and I both had the same motivation and drive, and neither of us had time for love. Our arrangement was the perfect, until Debra suddenly passed away, leaving me to pick up all the pieces of their family. A family that wasn’t even really mine.

  “She’ll be here tomorrow. She’s packing up the rest of her stuff from the boarding school today. She graduated last weekend,” Jim says, shaking me from my thoughts.

  “I’m just supposed to take in a girl I’ve never met and let her live with me?” I snap, still agitated and taking it out on Jim. What the fuck do I know about raising a young girl, or even making a home for one? I knew nothing about family.

  “The girl does have a trust fund.”

  “It’s not about the money. Can’t she just stay at the boarding school? She turns eighteen in a week. Legally she won’t need a guardian after that, and I’m sure she can find her own place before she starts college in the fall. She’s going to college right?”

  I bring up tomorrow's schedule. Fucking hell, I have a dinner meeting I can’t miss with one of the firm's biggest clients.

  “I’m not sure of her plans for college, but as for the next week she’s solely your responsibility. Do with her what you wish.”

  My cock jerks at his offhand comment. Do with her what you wish. As if she’s mine.

  Apparently I need to get laid. I’m getting hard at the idea of owning some young thing that doesn't know what to do with a dick. I rub my eyes and try to think of the last time I had sex.

  Debra and I might have been married, but we never shared more than a quick embrace for public events. All I’ve had to get me off over the years is my hand. While we were married, the last thing I needed was some scandal about how our nuptials were a sham or that I was cheating. After her father passed, we talked about getting a divorce, but we never got around to it with our busy schedules.

  We never planned for anything in the event of something happening to either of us, and now I’m a widower...and apparently a stepfather.

  Well, I guess I’m a stepfather for the next week or so. I can handle her for a week. I can keep busy while she stays in the condo. I’m never there anyway, and how hard can it really be? I’ll look into helping her find a condo to stay at until it’s time for her to start college. I bet there are probably a few units available in my building, and it’s the least I can do. Her mother and I may have not been close, but we did help each other out when needed.

  “Fine, I’ll leave a key for her at the front desk for when she arrives, and I’ll have one of the rooms set up for her. Is there anything else I should know? Any problems?”

  “I don’t think she’ll give you any problems. Her academic records are spotless with no mention of bad behavior. She volunteered at the library, and it seems that’s where she spent most of her time, from what little info I could gather on her. Hell, I was shocked when I found out Debra had a kid, she never talked about anything but work. But she seems like a good kid. I don’t think she’ll be much of a burden.”

  I nod my head in agreement. I knew Debra for years, lived with her, and often forgot she had a daughter. It wasn't until Jim was going over and settling Debra’s estate that we remembered her. It’s probably why she missed the funeral. I don’t think she knew about it.

  “Well, I guess that’s settles it.” There’s no point to fighting the issue and look like a fucking asshole. How hard could it be to live with a seventeen-year-old girl for a few weeks?

  That next evening….

  The house line rings, and I know it’s the doorman calling. They’re the only ones with the number. Thank fuck she’s here before I need to head out for my business dinner. I at least want to show her the place before I have to go, but I thought the doorman would just give her the key. I don’t know the girl, but I don’t want her to be alone when she’s here for the first time. I can make some kind of effort, but I thought she would’ve been here hours ago.

  “Frank,” I say, knowing it’s him. He was at the lobby desk when I got home, and he informed me she still hadn’t picked up the key.

  “Good evening, Mr. Archer. A Ms. Sullivan is here to see you.” Well shit, I might have welcomed this if Debra’s daughter wasn’t going to be here any minute. Holly Sullivan is the daughter of one of the firm’s biggest clients and was well aware that my marriage was one of convenience. On multiple occasions she let me know she’d love to be in my bed.

  I’d toyed with the idea years ago. She was hot and exotic looking with long dark hair and even longer legs. But I always decided against it. Now that I was single, coupled with not feeling a woman's body against mine in years, I was beginning to rethink things. She’d be discreet and the goal is mutual—sex.

  “Please send Ms. Sullivan up,” I tell Frank before hanging up, grabbing my suit jacket off the back off my chair, and powering off my computer. I figured Holly would be meeting me at the dinner with her father, but I guess there was a change of plans.

  Looking in the mirror, I adjust my tie. Maybe Holl
y and I could go back to her place after dinner. Fuck, I don’t have any condoms, but I bet she does. Holly is walking sex and just what I need. Maybe I could fuck some of the stress out of my system.

  I make my way to the elevator and wait for it to arrive. I own the entire top floor of the building, but I actually might need to look into getting a new place. Debra and I got such a big place to begin with so we had our own space and didn’t get in each other’s way. Now it’s entirely too large for just me.

  When the door opens, Holly comes strolling in, swaying her hips right towards me. Her heels click on the marble floor, and I see the doors slide closed behind her. Her long chocolate hair is stacked on top of her head, exposing her bare shoulders. The red dress she’s wearing is pasted to her like a second skin and shows off her long legs. They are made to look even longer because she’s wearing the kind of shoes men like to fuck women in.

  “Are you finally going to take me up on my offer? We have ten minutes before we need to head out, and I bet I could make you cum before then,” she says, getting right to the point.

  Holly was never one to beat around the bush. She knew I never took her up on her offer out of respect for Debra, but now things have changed. She wraps her arms around my neck, her heels make her so tall she’s almost at eye level. It’s impressive, being as I’m six four.

  “Is that so?” I tease, pulling her closer and looking into her dark brown eyes. Her tart perfume fills my lungs, but my body doesn’t seem to react. Maybe it’s been so long since I’ve had sex my cock doesn’t remember what it’s like to have a woman so close. I’m giving him the green light, but he doesn’t even move.