Page 12 of The More the Merrier

"God, Logan!" he cried, pounding his fists against the mattress.

"Call me Daddy," I mumbled the reminder around his cock.

"Daddy! Please! I'm… I'm gonna come!"

"Come in my mouth babyboy," I commanded.

He did. His body wracked with the force of his orgasm, he screamed my name as his body went tense, then finally limp as I sucked every drop of cum from his sweet dick.

When he was dry and spent, I swallowed and licked my lips, rubbing the lower part of my face with my hand for good measure.

"Feel better, my love?" I asked, lying next to him on the bed.

He smiled the smile of a satiated man and took my hand. "Much." He paused for two beats and spoke again, looking at me with tears in his eyes. "Thanks for making me talk, Daddy. I still don't know what I'm going to do, but I do feel better knowing I have your support and Noelle’s. I mean, I know that anyway, or I should, but it helps to hear you say it out loud."

"Anytime babyboy." I lifted our entwined hands to my mouth and kissed his. "We should go get Noelle and bring her to bed and then we should all get some sleep. If I know our girl, tomorrow will be another jam packed Christmas extravaganza."

"That sounds about right." He dropped my hand and pulled himself to his feet. "I'll go get Noelle. You clean up the bed and pull back the covers for us."

"Yes, sir," I said with a wink and a mock salute.

Liam just rolled his eyes and strolled out of the room while I laid back and enjoyed the view.

What's that expression?Hate to see him leave but love to watch him go.

Chapter 5

Noelle

I woke up sandwiched between my Daddies and tried to peek through the curtains on the other side of the room. Only a sliver of light was showing between the two panels, but it looked like that sliver was all white. Snow.

I sighed happily and pushed my butt up against Liam's groin. He stirred and wrapped his arms tightly around my midsection.

What time was it? If Liam was still in bed it had to be pretty early. He never slept in. I closed my eyes and tried to force sleep, but I was too excited. A blizzard in the desert was a once in a lifetime occurrence, and a blizzard in the desert right before Christmas would probably not happen again for hundreds of years. I didn't want to waste a minute of it.

Stretching, I loosed myself from Liam's embrace by scooting down on the mattress until I could shimmy underneath his arms and crawl out of the middle of my two men.

When my feet were on the ground, I looked at them and smiled at the picture they made. How lucky was I? Most women had a hard enough time finding one good man, and I had two.

Deciding to surprise them with breakfast in bed, I tiptoed to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee while I perused the contents of the refrigerator and pantry and contemplated my menu. I was not the cook in the family, not by a long shot, so I decided French toast was my safest bet. And of course I had to Christmas it up, so I got my largest Christmas tree cookie cutter and went to work.

After I whisked up the batter I would dip them in, the smell of coffee beckoned me, and I filled my cup, adding copious amounts of flavored creamer to disguise the coffee taste. Liam and Logan liked their coffee strong as hell, so that's how I'd made it. Beside the coffee pot a covered glass dish full of the cookies we'd made the day before taunted me. Cookies for breakfast was a bad idea, but it sounded so good. Just one couldn't hurt.

I quietly pried off the lid and selected a circle cookie with red frosting and green sprinkles. Liam was a much better cookie decorator than I was, but I'd never tell him that.

Turning toward the coffee pot, I sunk my teeth into the sweet crumbly dough and moaned in delight. I was just about to take a second bite when I heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen. If it was Liam, I'd probably get away with it, but if it was Logan, or both of them, I was screwed. Panicking, I shoved the rest of the cookie in my mouth and chewed as fast as I could. The forbidden sweetness now tasted like sandpaper.

"There's our little girl!" Logan's deep rumbly voice exclaimed. "And you made coffee. I think I'm in love."

Shit. Forcing the cookie down my throat, I swallowed, and barely had it past my throat when I turned.

Logan's voice had been jovial when he entered the kitchen, but as soon as I turned he cocked an eyebrow and regarded me sternly.

"Cookies for breakfast, little girl?"

"What? No!" Unable to stop myself I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and tried to look innocent. “I was just getting ready to make breakfast, Daddy. French toast Christmas trees, see?” I picked up the cookie cutter and waved it in front of his face.

Logan's eyes darkened and he said nothing. Liam just stood in silence, watching the exchange.

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