Page 27 of Reindeer and Restraints
My head falls beside hers and I hate that I ever have to move.
She teases, "Are you done making a mess of me… Daddy? Can Walker join in?"
I chuckle, rolling off. "I'm a man of my word." No matter how much I channel that inner beast, I'm basically a good guy.
Walker's clothes are gone. He climbs onto her, the two of us maneuvering briefly, making sure Jolene's okay with our positioning.
Walker has her feet on his shoulders. Fine by me since that keeps more of my cum inside. I remain beside her, propping myself on one elbow while my other hand explores her body.
She gasps when he enters her. I can't believe I'm sharing my stepsister—still feeling a little selfish. I lower my mouth onto hers, plunging my tongue between her lips. Kisses are long overdue. I want to plant them over her entire body, but I keep them right there—on her mouth—so she can't see him.
Then I lower my hand to her clit, helping out with her orgasm.
When her kisses falter, I say, "Come for Daddy."
My lips return to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure and her attempt to answer. She's mine—even if I have to play nice and share.
And as much as I love her calling me Daddy, our family dynamic is already too complicated. I may let that kink go, but she’s mine forever.
Epilogue
Jolene
A year later
The sun dips low over the turquoise water. It doesn’t surprise me that my mom’s getting married again, but she really outdid herself with this Christmas wedding on a tropical island. I've probably been a bridesmaid for my mother more times than most women have been a bridesmaid ever.
And while my family dynamic is a bit chaotic, everyone's pretty accepting of my mom's repeated weddings and my unconventional relationship. Most people probably don’t even realize I’m wearing wedding rings on both hands. I plan on stopping at two, unlike my mom.
Jeremy is one of the groomsmen, along with our new stepbrother, Kevin.
I smile proudly as Jane walks down the aisle, tossing flowers along the way, then rushes to sit between Walker and Hudson who are holding our three-month-old twins in the front row. It seems my guys defied the odds and got me pregnant despite the implant.
Turns out, mom life is an amazing adventure. Jane’s been one of the best things that ever happened to me. She helped me grow up fast and gives me an outlet to let my inner child shine. I glance to the sky, hoping Jennifer’s happy with the life we’ve given Jane.
One of our other cousins had the answer to why she named me as guardian. Jennifer admired my ability to handle anything that came my way and come out of it with a smile on my face. If anything ever happened to her, she wanted me to share that ability with Jane.
Jennifer may never know how much that vote of confidence meant to me, but it helped me embrace my role in Jane’s life.
Mom enters, beautiful as always, and the ceremony is short and sweet. The second it's over the photographer says, "The sunset won't last forever. I need the groomsmen right here for pictures. Bridesmaids, we'll get you in a sec."
Hudson rushes to my side and pulls me away from the wedding party. I guess he found someone else to hold the baby. Based on the mischievous look in his eye, what he has planned isn't for kids. A knot starts forming low in my belly anticipating whatever fun he has planned.
Now that he started reading smutty romance, he's made a checklist of all the things he wants to try. It's as if we've created a monster… the good kind.
We run over the wooden planks crossing the dune, then we duck behind the main building of the resort. The island venue is booked for our private party so no one else is around.
My heartbeat stays elevated even after we stop running. His hands trail over my bare midriff and he reaches for the tie on the back of my bikini top. "Hudson, pictures— What are we doing?"
He understands that my question is about his checklist. "Wedding sex."
"No time to waste." I'm happy to oblige. Who couldn't use an orgasm to help get through a family gathering.
I hike my blue and white flowered sarong and turn to face the building. He takes control of the fabric, tucking the hem into the waistband so it stays out of the way.
I brace my palms against the wooden wall and steady my bare feet in the sand. He shoves my bikini bottom down my thighs and I kick it to the side while he drops his surf shorts to midthigh.
Positioning his cock at my entrance, he eases between my folds. "You're so fucking wet."
