Page 129 of The More the Merrier

“Yes, Sir.” I rubbed my hand up and down, imagining Kendall’s hot mouth around it as the three of us enjoyed each other. Dalton increased his speed as I jerked myself off, reveling in the dizzying spell of endorphins rushing through me. “Please don’t stop, Sir.”

His cock spasmed against my inner walls and he released deep inside of me. It was an unexpected sensation, but it felt amazing and I wanted him to do it again. I came hard, yelling his title. Crashing against the mattress, I was utterly spent. I wiped sweat from my face, panting.

“How do you feel now, lumbersnack?” His tone sounded sweeter than usual.

“Amazing, Sir.”

“Good.” Dalton slowly withdrew from my ass and my body shuddered involuntarily. “Are you going to do what I tell you from here on?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I fucking love the way you say that.” He slapped his palm against each of my asscheeks. He needed to stop, or I was going to get aroused again. “Let’s get cleaned up and we’ll plan some holiday fun. Somehow, both of my brats made the nice list.”

“You sound surprised, Sir.”

“Not as surprised as our girl will be.”

Laughing, I agreed. She had become someone incredibly special in my life, and I couldn’t wait to show her and Dalton how very much I appreciated them.

It was going to be the best holiday season I’d had in years and hopefully the first of many to spend with my new partners.

Chapter 11

Kendall

I was sitting on my couch, bored out of my mind, when the doorbell rang. Padding off to answer it, I opened it without looking and was surprised to see Dalton standing on the other side. I flicked my eyes to the laptop style crossbody bag, wondering what sort of things were housed in it. Had he brought his toy bag? Dalton handed me a coffee before stepping inside without being invited.

“Hi, Daddy.” I took a sip. “Thank you for the coffee.”

“Hi, prancer. You’re welcome.” He smiled at me. “What are you up to?”

“Not working,” I mumbled. “I’ve been vegging on the couch and eating all the snacks in my house. Gage and I went to the mall yesterday and picked out a gift for my Mom. She also invited all of us to Christmas dinner. Sorry for the late notice.”

“That sounds lovely, darling.” Dalton scanned my face. “Grant invited us to stay over tonight. I came over to see if you wanted to ride with me.”

I wanted to jump for joy at the idea, but so many insecurities flooded my body with anxiety. “Maybe the two of you should look for another partner to balance your relationship instead of me. Then you can spend the holidays with each other.” I know how odd that statement sounded falling out of my lips after I’d just invited him and Grant to my mother’s house. I hoped he understood it was my nerves and not anything more.

“I literally had the same conversation with Grant this morning. He tried to talk himself out of our connection because he was worried about not being enough for you and being too much for me.” Dalton took my hand and led me into the living room. We sat on the couch together and I curled myself into his lap. “I convinced him that the three of us will balance just fine. Now, tell me what’s bothering you, prancer.”

“I’ve been worrying that my bratty attitude is going to scare you and Grant away.”Phew.I’d been holding onto that insecurity far longer than I cared to admit. It wasn’t just with him and Grant that I worried about that, but with any relationship. It felt incredibly freeing to voice my concerns.

“Why do you think we’re going to leave?”

“Well, whenever I get overwhelmed, my attitude isn’t so great. No one sticks around after that.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Dalton reached into the laptop bag at his feet and brought out a small red colored paddle. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was painted to look like an ornament. “My girl needs some reassurance, and I’m happy to provide it.”

“But I haven’t done anything spectacular. I whine and beg for attention! When I don’t get it, I spiral.”

“You have so much to offer that you can’t see right now, but I promise both Grant and I see it.” He patted his thigh. “Get over my lap.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I let out a breath. “But I really need to take a shower before I go anywhere. And I have presents for both of you. Oh! And if I’m staying over, I need to pack a bag. And if we’re going to dinner, I need to get a nice outfit and—”

“No more stressing out. Lay yourself over my thighs, darling. Now.”

“There’s too much to do in a short amount of time! We don’t have time for this. Do you understand what lazy bones I’ve been?”

“Does my little prancer need a timeout in the corner to help with her spiraling thoughts?”

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