Page 133 of The More the Merrier

I wasn’t sure how many times they had sex, but seeing it in person, the way they touched either other while still being with me, was incredible. I wasn’t going to last much longer. As Dalton predicted, once the two of them were moving in sync rather than against each other, all the tension eased. Nothing but the sounds of our collective pleasure along with our bodies hitting the perfect cadence, completely in tune with each other, filled the room.

“I’m going to come…” I closed my eyes but Grant took my hand. Curiosity overtook me and I blinked my eyes open, wondering what he had in mind.

“Play with your clit.”

I dared not argue with him while I was close to my peak. I put my fingers where he directed without any push back. He was going to make this orgasm more powerful than what I’d already experienced. “I’m so close, Sir.”

“Keep going.”

I directed my attention to Dalton who had one hand on Grant’s hip, steadying him as he thrust. He winked at me. I would remember what the two of them looked like in this moment forever. Grant sputtered and released as he came. I loved the way his cock stroked my inner walls, and I hit my own orgasm. Dalton continued pumping a little faster each time until his fingers dug into Grant, signaling his climax. Grant moved my hand to my side before slowly withdrawing from my heated core. I felt empty without him inside of me, but I was sated and happy. We took turns in the bathroom, cleaning ourselves up after experiencing so much pleasure before returning to the bed. The three of us laid together cuddling, Grant in the middle. After a while, I flipped around to face him. Tracing a finger along his chest, I was caught up in emotions.

“What is it, sweet girl?”

“You’re even sexy when you’re quiet, Daddy.”

Grant cocked an eyebrow, playfully tapping my nose. “Uh-huh. I think you mean you’re surprised that I’ve been silent for this long. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this good.”

“It will happen more often,” Dalton spoke over his shoulder. “We should get dressed.”

“Hang on. I have something to give the two of you.” Grant reached across him to open his nightstand drawer. Plucking two rectangular boxes from it, he situated himself back into the middle. I raised my eyebrows wondering what he had picked out. He handed one box to each of us, looking more nervous than I’d ever seen him.

“Merry Christmas, Sir.”

“Merry Christmas, lumbersnack.” Dalton sat up against the headboard. He opened his first, and I casually tore the paper off mine while watching his reaction. Dalton plucked a gold ring out of his and held it up to Grant who took it and slid it onto his left hand. “What’s this?”

“A promise ring.”

Dalton smiled and kissed him. “It’s perfect.”

The two of them looked at me and I popped the top of the box open. Inside laid a gorgeous golden band adorned with a small pink colored stone. I held it out to Grant, my fingers trembling. It was the most special gift I’d ever received.

“Merry Christmas, sweet girl.” Grant took the ring and placed it on my finger.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy. I love it!” I kissed him once.

“You’re welcome, darling.”

Dalton shook his head in amusement and I wondered what he thought was funny.

“You will not believe what I have in the other drawer.” He nodded to me. “Can you please reach into the nightstand, prancer?”

Perplexed but delightfully intrigued, I did as he requested, moving to pull out one larger box. The tag was addressed to Grant and me. What the heck could he have selected for the two of us? Grant beamed, tearing off the paper and I opened the top.

“Oh my goodness! Daddy!”

“What did you do, charming?” Grant peeked into the box and immediately laughed.

There were two more rings nestled inside a blue cushion. One was a plain silver band, and the other was more delicate, with intricate silver vines wrapping around the band and a sparkling diamond set in the middle. Dalton put each of the rings on our fingers as Grant had done. The two looked absolutely perfect stacked on each other.

“Daddies!” I couldn’t contain my excitement and climbed on top of Grant so I could be close to both of them at the same time. “Does this mean you want the whole world to know that I’m yours?”

“Yes, darling,” Dalton quickly agreed. “It seems Grant and I were on the same wavelength.” He kissed the two of us in turn, making out as we basked in the afterglow along with the promise of commitment.

“I love you,” I said breathlessly. “I love you both so much.”

“I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you, Kendall.”

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