Page 10 of Dad Bods and Blizzards

Griz doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. He knows I have more. My mind goes blank.

Euphoria should be my new norm.

The warmth of the firm bodies behind me and Griz embracing me from his kneeling position, keep me safe as I slowly sink back to reality.

He presses a soft kiss to my sex, a surprisingly tender gesture, not a big bad one. Then he looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, his beard glistening with my arousal.

“I want your innocence, Little Lamb.”

This is it. Sex. I can’t speak, can’t form words. All I can do is stare—and hope that I’m on the right side of history.

Seven

Woody

I watch Griz, his hands steady, voice calm, as if it’s normal to publicly have sex with a woman we have under surveillance. But it’s not. Even Tubs is giving off nervous energy.

On top of that, we’ve never shared a woman, and as far as I know, none of us have ever had sex where others can watch. Well, Tubs might have. I’m not loving the idea, except that I’d do it for Naomi, if that’s what she wants.

The curse of being a thinker is that I get caught in my head. Like now, when I can’t get over who Naomi is to us. And aside from the obvious complications, now that I’ve met her, I can’t imagine anyone in my life except her.

Arresting her father and ruining her life isn’t the best way to start a relationship, though.

I’m a mess, torn between the logic of our mission as government agents and the emotional chaos of thinking I found my soulmate. How will we defend this as a necessary part of our assignment?

Then there are the more minor issues, like the fact that I’ve never carried this much weight. I’m used to the buttons on my shirt straining over my pecs, not my belly. She’ll never be able to unsee the way any of us look. Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem like she cares.

She might even be turned on by our dad bods. That sparks jealousy to tangle itself through me. It’s possible Griz will be the only one of us to get to make love to her.

“Little Lamb,” Griz murmurs, his commanding tone softened, “everything changes for you tonight.”

Naomi nods, her eyes wide, revealing more of her innocence. How can she trust us so easily? Doesn’t she know the world is full of bad wolves like her father? Not the kind Griz is playing.

My gut twists. We’re not telling her the whole truth, or even part of it. Or maybe she’s as deceitful as her father, and she’s playing us.

I’m not good at this, not like Griz. He knows how to read people, how to take control. From his knees, he’s giving her total control while making her beg for more. She arches against me as she whimpers.

Peering over her shoulder, I watch Griz plant kisses on her pussy, her belly, her beaded nipples that strain her silky black bra.

He pulls back, catching his breath, eyes locked onto Naomi’s. “They’re going to pick you up and spread you wide so I can fuck you.”

She meets our gazes in the mirror. I attempt to keep my expression neutral, no pressure for her to agree, but inside, I’m already hers.

My lips kiss the top of her head. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. I have no idea what she’s doing to me. I’ll risk this entire mission if it means having her.

Griz stands and rips his shirt off, buttons skittering across the floor. No shame in his dad bod. No shame ever. “We’ll protect you… give you everything you ever wanted.”

If her body wasn’t against mine, I wouldn’t have been able to notice her slight flinch at the wordprotect. For the briefest flash, Griz seems to realize he’s said the wrong word and adds the last bit.

He brushes his finger over her lips then leans to kiss them. “You’re the best Christmas present ever.”

Good move. The auction bonds us for one night, but he’s planting the seed for longer. She doesn’t object.

Tubs grumbles then slides his hands lower, nodding at me to do the same so we can lift her. He keeps hold of her bound hands and we easily balance her slight frame between the two of us. For now, her thighs are closed as if she’s sitting and we’re her throne.

Griz throws off the rest of his clothes. Naomi’s shudder at seeing his massive erection can’t be hidden. Her pussy drenches my hand that’s supporting her, a reassuring reaction that instantly makes my thickened cock rock-hard.

“I’ll go easy, Little Lamb,” Griz says while stroking his thumb through his pre-cum, then sliding his hand up her thigh leaving a wet trail to her curls.

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