Page 114 of The More the Merrier

“Thank you, Daddies,” I cooed, swept up in his promise.

My limbs felt like they were made of goo as they moved me around the couch, cleaning me up and changing me into one of Grant’s t-shirts. I thought it might embarrass me, but they cared for me.

Tucking me into bed was the dollop of whipped cream on an already yummy mug of cocoa. I felt wholly spoiled. I knew without a doubt the two of them would catch me, and it was just the beginning. They made it their business to take care of me and it would not be just for the holidays. We would find balance together, and finally experience everything we’d always wanted.

Chapter 6

Grant

I stared at Dalton, wondering how I was going to backpedal out of my earlier throw down. We had brought Kendall to bed together. She was deliciously sated after her spanking and multiple orgasms. But I had been skating around thoughts in my head regarding the man sitting at my kitchen table.

“I probably shouldn’t have been so vocal tonight at the bar. I was a bit snarky.”

Dalton set his mug of coffee on the table. He succeeded at handling Kendall tonight, but the look he was shooting my way made me equally intrigued yet hesitant to keep talking.

“You did issue quite the challenge.” He tilted his head to the side. “A tripod only works when all three people are on board.”

“I'm on board,” I grumbled. I’d been overthinking and hung up on the reality of giving my submission to Dalton. “It’s late. We can discuss this on a different day.”

“Do you turn into a reindeer at midnight?”

“Listen…” He cocked an eyebrow in my direction and something about his slight glare directed at me gave me pause. I’d been ready to throw excuses at him, and my tone had been less than respectful. I was done for when it came to him. Being blind to my own need to be submissive was lame. I loved when someone else submitted to me, but I’d been craving doing the same for far longer than I cared to admit. “I said it’s late.”

“You’ve pushed enough of my buttons for one day.” Dalton winked. “You can stop now.”

Was I a brat? I took a hard look inside myself while Dalton stared at me. I really hadn’t believed it, even after saying it repeatedly. Something about the handsome medic literally made me want to battle him. “I’m the one who leads, and there is nothing you can do to change my mind.”

“Grant,” he practically growled, but I was past the point of no return. “I’ve got two things up my sleeves that, when applied correctly, will likely have you retracting that statement.”

“The temperature is dropping.” I changed the subject and ignored the effect his threat had on my body. “I’m going to get some more firewood.” I backed up, increasing the distance between us because otherwise I’d be moaning into his mouth while he laid claim to it. Heading to the backdoor, I shrugged on a coat and a pair of boots and opened the door. Snow had fallen, covering the top of my lawn and the porch railings. “Did you know it was going to snow?”

“No, I thought the storm was supposed to be next week.” He moved to the doorway, glancing outside before settling his gaze on me. “Just because we’re pausing our conversation doesn’t mean we’re finished.”

“I’ll be back in a few.” My mouth was dry when I answered. I had to clear my throat several times before stepping into the night. I was no longer feeling confident. I had a funny feeling Dalton’s idea of ‘finishing’ the conversation would involve his hand and my ass, and I wanted it to end the same way.

Dalton

Standing around the kitchen, I glanced at my watch. Even under the best of conditions, Grant should be back by now. Kendall padded down the steps. She paused on the stoop, watching me drum my fingers on the counter. She looked adorable in one of Grant’s t-shirts that hung below her knees.

“Where’s Grant?”

“He went outside to get more firewood, but it’s been a while.” I had a gnawing feeling in my gut, and usually it turned out to be correct. “I’m going to go check on him. Something must be holding him up.”

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and perhaps her brain, she yawned. “Is it snowing?”

“Yeah. Hopefully, it will be less than what was predicted.” I jabbed a hand through my hair. “I don’t know how long it takes to get wood.”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about, but I’ll stay awake until you both come back.”

“Sounds good, prancer.”

I grabbed my jacket and boots, looping back to hug Kendall before stepping out into the night air. I was used to the weather for this time of year, but it was colder than usual. Spying Grant, my suspicion was confirmed. He was walking slower than he typically did, and he had a hand pressed to his leg. I couldn’t see what the issue was from my vantage point. Hurrying down the steps, I jogged across the expanse of the lawn until I met his side.

“What happened?”

“I mishandled the ax. Luckily, I wasn’t swinging at full force, but it still won. Damn tool took a nice bite out of me.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

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