Page 8 of Dad Bods and Blizzards

“Safer, yeah.” Griz cuts in, an awkward exchange happening between the two of them. “We don’t want you running off to have sex with just anybody, or ending up with a crappy partner and thinking sex isn’t great.”

“Interesting explanation of safety.”

“A safeword,” Woody blurts. “He meant that we’ll respect the safeword to make sure you’re happy—and safe. Maybe we should have a few safewords, just to be certain.”

“One is plenty.Redwas the suggested word in the contract. Let’s stick with that.” Their reservations make me even more eager to find out who they are. I try to lighten the mood. “Is this part of the foreplay, making me wait?”

Griz tips my head up with his thumb. “We want to be certain that you consent to this.”

I’m so confused, I’m not sure if I’m doing this entirely of my own free will, or if a little part of me wants to spite my father.

With his hand no longer stopping me from unbuttoning my dress, I pop the round bead through the buttonhole and continue my way down the dress.

Six

Naomi

Griz pulls my hands away, and for a moment, I think he’s stopping me again. But he shifts my wrists to contain them with one hand as he turns me so my back is against his front.

He tightens his grip, sending adrenaline coursing through me. Our visibility to the others in the club gives me courage. Nothing bad can happen. Or am I naïve about that too?

The full-wall mirror provides a heart-stopping view of how his body dwarfs mine. He leans down and kisses my neck. “We may have won you, but you own us, Little Lamb.”

I flinch at the interesting nickname and overzealous statement. “Little Lamb?” I question, but my voice is barely above a whisper.

Griz’s gaze locks onto mine in the reflection, devoid of any threat. His grip is firm yet gentle. Again, no threat. I feel safer with him than with a father who would… No, I have to stop thinking about him and figure out who these guys are.

“You’re not afraid of the big bad wolf, are you?” His beard tickles my skin as he peers at my reflection from where his lips touch my neck.

The big bad wolf? Some primal part of me wants to be ravaged by the beast—and I have three at my disposal.

“You haven’t given me anything to be afraid of.” I tilt my head away from him, exposing my neck, which is rewarded with a kiss and a nip. The complexity I fail to understand is how I can feel more of a threat from my father than from them.

He drags a finger between my breasts, forcing the fabric to fall open further. “I want to see you.” He rights himself behind me and looks at Tubs and then Woody. “Are you two staying for this?”

Why else would they be in the room?

“I’m in this,” Woody says.

“A hundred percent with you,” Tubs confirms.

“Then undo her buttons.”

Tubs steps in front of me, his eyes searching mine. His hands hover in front of my belly, his eyebrows raised in question. I nod.

He pushes the next button through the hole, his fingers brushing against my skin like he’s unwrapping something precious.

With my arms pinned behind my back, my breasts thrust shamelessly, exposing the bump of my beaded nipples through my black silky bra.

Continuing down the line of buttons, his movements slow and deliberate, he reveals more of me with each one. The buttons in front of my sex give him ample opportunity to send fireworks through my body, and I finally breathe a sigh of relief when he finishes the final button at mid-thigh.

Griz’s voice rumbles over me. “Move. I have to see her.”

Tubs steps aside without a word, my dress open. Griz’s gaze meets mine in the mirror, his eyes dark and intense, before he slowly works his way down my body.

His scrutiny is intense, intimate, and strangely empowering. I’m no longer the young adult who let people control her, I’m the woman who’s keeping her vow to herself.

Woody rubs a hand over his cock and mutters what I believe is a drawn out “Fuck.” Interesting that none of them have undressed.

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