Page 11 of Dad Bods and Blizzards

The jealousy tangling inside of me rages. We’re a team. I’m playing my part. I try to maintain control, but that’s his cum. He could get her pregnant.No!That’s messed up on so many levels. But the most upsetting thought is that I want to be the one to put a baby in her. I have to get a grip. And we should probably discuss birth control. We don’t.

His other hand slides up her other thigh. His fingertips indent her soft flesh.

Tension grips every muscle in my body. Are we writing this up in our report tomorrow? Fuck the report. Fuck everything I’ve ever sworn my loyalty to.

Pressing a finger against her sex, I have to feel her. She smiles, her head angling toward me. Fuck yeah. We lock eyes, Griz oblivious to what’s happening.

I curl my middle finger, slide it back and forth over her sopping wet curls, then ease into her slit. Gently entering her. Catching the way her back straightens and her breath hitches. The way she licks her lower lip. I’m not prepared for how tight she is.

Working my finger in and out, I’m also shocked by her responsiveness. How she rocks her hips ever so slightly. How she could cost me everything. And it would be worth it.

If she’s playing us, I want to be her fool.

“Ready to let the big bad wolf in?” Griz catches her nod then spreads her thighs, catching on that she’s riding my finger. The scent of her sex overwhelms me. My cock twitches. I nearly come. Fuck it. I don’t care if I do.

His pre-cum-covered tip presses into her curls. “You going in with me?”

I kiss the side of her head and remove my finger. It might be too much for her first time.

Griz’s tip parts her pussy lips and squeezes inside. Ragged breaths from both of them heighten everything I imagine they’re feeling. Everything I’ll experience before the night is over.

Griz is slow and gentle, respectfully reading her expression and her body to gauge that she’s okay as his dick becomes one with her.

His balls hit my hand, creating an unexpected jolt of exhilaration. That won’t go in the report.

Then he stills. I slide my finger, ever so slightly, and his eyes flit to Tubs and then me as he realizes who’s doing it. I’m no wallflower, but I never expected to be so turned on.

With slow strokes that drag across my finger, he draws out her moans. I’m right there with her.

Then she pushes against me as she meets his actions with her own. She’s all in. We’re all in.

“Easy, Little Lamb.” Griz repositions his hands on her hips to stop her. “Not so fast.”

Her laugh is soft and melodic, a reminder of how I chose her codename of Nightingale.

She says, “I don’t want the timid puppy.” She lowers her hands to his love handles and leverages off of us to turn the tables and take him. “I want the Big Bad Wolf.”

What the fuck is she doing? His face contorts. He’s hanging on by a thread.

But I’m the one to blow. I can’t restrain myself. I growl my ecstasy, her wet pussy on my hand, and his shaft dragging back and forth over it. Shamelessly pulling our bodies closer, warm streams of cum unload in my pants. Down my leg, past my knee, and into my socks.

My eyes lock with Griz’s, and he figures out what happened. I’m faintly aware of Tubs laughing.

“Let go before I come, too, Little Lamb,” Griz growls.

My balls send another surge of cum down my leg.

I see the shift in Griz’s eyes, his control slipping as he speeds his pace. Her cries heighten until her body tenses. She surrenders. And the two of them find their release in perfect harmony.

Fuck. Everything I’ve lived for is in shambles.

Eight

Naomi

Snuggled on Griz’s chest, flanked by Tubs and Woody on a bed, I filter in and out of consciousness; part sleep, part euphoria, part confusion.

Only hours ago, I was worrying about how slowly my secret money stash was growing while I steamed milk for lattes and funneled plates of food to customers at the diner. Now I’m naked, in a room at a sex club, with men I have reason not to trust.

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