Page 36 of Single Mom's Christmas Wish

I know Dakota’s type all too well. The hyper-independent woman who is doing it all by herself. She wasted a few years of her life being a wife to that spineless piece of trash. She took out a mortgage on her grandmother’s place to support his ambitions and wild dreams. She carried and gave birth to his baby. She raised his daughter and worked her ass off while he got cold feet and then bailed.

But then we came along.

She knows we could solve her problems with the snap of our fingers. But she would never allow us to do that. My brothers and I have already talked about this. We won’t let her drown, obviously, but as long as Dakota feels like she can keep it together, we won’t intervene, either.

We’ll just make her days and nights a whole lot better. We’ll add value to her life. That’s what real fucking men do. I would love to meet Keith. I would love to look him in the eyes and watch him squirm.

“I’m sorry, I’ve said too much,” Dakota whispers. “It’s okay. I’ve got this. You really don’t have to worry about me.” She sits back on the sofa and puts on a warm smile, then takes the remote and hits the play button. “Come on, let’s finish watching this. It’s about to get interesting.”

But I’ve got something else in mind.

I give Archer a slight nod. Reed picks up on it with lightning speed. He takes the remote away from Dakota and turns the TV off. She lowers her gaze, likely anticipating a continuation on the topic of Keith. I get up and scoop her off the sofa instead.

She gasps. “What are you doing?”

“We’re done talking,” I calmly reply, and proceed to carry her into the master bedroom.

“As much as I’d like to join you, someone’s gotta stay behind and make sure Trevor doesn’t wake up and need anything,” Archer says.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t miss you,” I shoot back with a smirk while Reed joins us.

A few moments later, we’re behind closed doors, peeling the clothes off Dakota one item at a time while she watches us with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. She’s too sweet for this world, letting herself be vulnerable like this. I can still see secrets in her eyes, but in due time, she will open up more. She will feel safe enough to tell us everything.

Until then it’s our duty to make recent events disappear from focus.

“You’re wound too tight,” Reed says, firmly massaging her bare shoulders.

I kiss her. She responds with delicious eagerness, her lips sweet, her tongue swirling with mine in a maddening dance of conquest and desire. My cock stirs as she wraps her hands around it. Her touch is enough to set me on fire.

“There’s only so much pressure I can take,” Dakota whispers, tilting her head back to rest it on his shoulder. She is naked and wanting, wedged between us, her limbs quivering as I let my hands roam up and down her body. “Oh…”

Reed holds her by the hips, slowly grinding against her buttocks.

My hand slips between her legs. She’s slick and hot, primed and ready for us. The way she reacts to us is still a wondrous thing. Ilove that we’re able to turn her on with such ease. It makes every second all the more precious. I pinch her nipple while I work her clit into a swollen frenzy. Reed trails wet kisses down the side of her neck.

“I need this,” she moans, hips swaying back and forth to follow the rhythm of my fingers and Reed’s movements.

The room is dark and shrouded in simmering heat, our naked bodies melting into the shadows. I never imagined I’d feel this way about anyone, not at this level, not with such startling intensity. But here we are, losing our minds as we claim the one woman that was so clearly and undeniably designed for us.

Nobody is getting in our way with Dakota. Not Keith, not anybody else.

“Look at me,” I tell her. “Look me in the eyes.”

She obeys, our gazes locked as I apply more pressure to her swollen nub, my fingers slick and slippery with her liquid desire. Reed beckons her to part her legs, then slides up inside of her. Dakota gasps and I kiss her, tightening my index and thumb pinch on her nipple at the same time.

“Come, Dakota. Come all over me,” Reed growls, fucking her harder and deeper.

I revel in the sound of skin on skin, her thick thighs and generous hips jiggling with each thrust. I flick her clit faster, capturing her cries of sweet agony in my mouth as she comes, all that pent-up pressure finally released.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s it, baby!” Reed goes into a frenzy of his own, driving himself into her even harder while his fingers dig into her flash.

“Oh, God!” Dakota gasps as I pull back.

“Come down here,” I guide her and bend her forward until she takes me in her sweet, warm, wet mouth.

The storm unravels between us, as I hold her head in place and slide back and forth, listening to her work hard to take all of me in. Reed pounds into her, riding the wave of her rippling, climactic pussy, while I let my woman suck me with everything she’s got before I go hard and deep in her throat her the way she likes it.

“Mmm…” Dakota manages, tears trickling down her pink cheeks.

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