Page 17 of Gifted To His Dad

I can’t believe I did that.

I can’t believe Cole was okay with that. Not only okay with it but actively encouraged it.

I meet his gaze, worried about what I’ll see there, but he just gives me a lopsided grin and tries to follow me into the bathroom.

“Oh no you don’t.” I quickly shut the door between us. “Go shower somewhere else.”

He laughs low in his throat. “Fine. I’ll use Griffin’s. Take your time.”

Grateful my hair isn’t too wet, I clean off with soap that smells like Cole. The memory of their hands on me, how each of them gripped my body, takes control of my brain. Even now, I can feel heat growing between my thighs. I don’t know what’sgotten into me, but I can’t control myself as I slide my fingers over my core and pinch my nipple. It feels fantastic, but not enough. I need more, and I need it now.

I get out of the shower, grabbing the white, fluffy robe. Quietly as possible, I sneak through the hall into the living area, spotting Cole sitting at the table. I scan the area.

“Fuck.Have I ever told you how lucky I am that you’re my girl?” His eyes are dark as he runs his hands up the back of my legs, sending shivers along their path.

I grip his hair and tug his head back. “Take me to bed.”

Cole groans, lifting from his seat, and swoops me onto the table and stands between my thighs.

My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “What are you doing? We can’t do this here.”

“Sure we can. We’re alone.” His mouth descends on mine, taking away the last of my rational thoughts, and he kisses me until my lungs burn and I turn to Jell-O at his touch.

He leans back, biting his lower lip as he touches the robe belt and slowly undoes it. “Do I get to unwrap my present now?”

I’m practically vibrating as his mouth follows the path. He licks down my neck, nipping at my collarbone before descending to my chest, sucking the nipple hard until I arch into his mouth, gasping. He has control of every one of my senses, and I don’t want it back. His lips travel down my stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue around my navel before he rocks back on his heels and looks at me, laid out naked in front of him.

Cole’s hands slide down my thighs, separating them further apart, leaving me completely exposed. I try to close them, but he lowers, running his tongue along my clit. My moan breaks free at his touch, and he does it again. I’m lost to him, not caring what happens next, just needing more of what he’s offering.

I grip his hair, pushing him into me.

He chuckles, licking up my seam before sliding two fingers into my core, stretching me around them.

The back of my head pushes into the table as he moves them in and out. There’s a noise at the end of the room that catches my attention.

I jerk, spotting Griffin at the door. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung jogging pants. My heart slams against my rib cage with each second he lingers. I swallow hard when instead of leaving, he takes a step forward. My mind’s rebelling against me. I know I should be embarrassed, mortified. I know I should scream at Griffin to leave. To cover myself up.

A frantic sound escapes my throat as my pulse rushes in my ears. Nothing about what’s happening makes sense.

Cole’s firm grip holds me in place and draws my attention back to him. He kisses my knee, and a calmness settles over me as he anchors me in this moment. As long as he’s looking at me like that, with soft, hooded eyes and a warm smile, I know everything will be okay.

He presses his lips to my skin, then bites the spot gently as he resumes the seductive pace of his fingers, stroking in and out.

“Do you want Griffin to see how pretty your pussy is when it’s wet like this? How it turns a deep pink and your clit swells when you’re turned on?” Cole runs his thumb over my clit, meeting my gaze. “Look how he’s watching us, how badly he wants to see you.”

Griffin’s eyes are hooded, muscles strained as he trails his tongue over his bottom lip. He looks like an animal ready to devour me.

Heat floods me, and my back arches against the table. The way both men are watching me is almost more than I can take.

My pussy pulses, and Cole kisses my knee again. “Do you want him to see?”

I nod, breath caught in my throat, and watch as Griffin comes around the table, muscle ticking in his jaw as Cole spreads my legs wider.

Embarrassment courses through me, and I cover my face, but it doesn’t stop the sound of Cole’s soaked fingers entering me from reaching my ears.

“Don’t hide. I want to see every single reaction as Cole touches you. While he makes you feel good. Can you do that for me, Baby Girl?” Thick fingers wrap around my wrist and slowly uncover my eyes.

“Such a good girl,” Griffin tells me, voice low and gravelly, before gazing down to where Cole spreads my legs further as he kisses his way down to my pussy.

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