Page 84 of Following Their Heart

“You nervous about spending time alone with her?”

“Maybe.” Scrap only ever admits uncertainty when we’re alone together. He’ll never let the others see him as anything but cocksure and irreverent. “She’s…important. Don’t want to hurt her.”

“So don’t hurt her.”

“Gee, thanks for the wisdom, Reverend. What would I do without your all-knowing teaching?”

I smacked his ass. “You’ll speak to your father with respect, son.”

He groaned and wiggled into the soothing circles I rubbed over the hot handprint on his cheek.

“Yessir,” he rushed to say. “Sorry, sir.”

“You’re forgiven.” I kissed his forehead. “You want Daddy there the first time you take her?”

His shuddery exhale was answer enough.

“You want Daddy to tell you how to take her?”

“Cobarde de mí.”His whispered Spanish curses tell me all I need to know.

“Is that a yes?”

“Si. Definitivamente si.”

“You two have been very good,” I tell them.

Scrap’s gaze is locked on my dick. Cora is biting her lip and looking at me from under her thick lashes.

“You’ve both been working so hard. Working as part of a team.” I slide my hand up my long, aching rod. “Making Daddy so proud.” Down goes my hand, exposing my leaking head and veined shaft until my fist meets my balls.

Scrap swallows. I know what he wants. He’s a glutton for my taste. I’m less sure about what Cora wants. My gut tells me she’s after comfort first and foremost, and that tonight, I should go slow and gentle. Having Jud at the mercy of the enemy has me needing comfort, too.

Having two precious babies to take care of will be a challenge. And a welcome distraction from the seriousness of our situation. Tomorrow, bright and early, we hit the road. Tonight is for making a nice memory to last us while we’re away.

“Come on up here. Both of you.” I pat the bed, and they scamper up like the eager children I’m going to treat them as, tonight. Scrap and I play this scene from time to time, and we both get off on it. Adding Cora to the mix promises to take it to the next level.

“First, my little ones, I want to make sure you both know that Daddy will stop any time you need. You just say, ‘Red light,’ like the game, Red-Light-Green-Light. You know that game?” I’m mostly asking Cora, because Scrap already knows my safe-word preference.

Kneeling at my side, she nods with eagerness she’s putting on for the scene. Without even discussing what we’re doing here, she gets it.

“You say, ‘Red light,’ you become Cora again, and we’re just us. No more play for the night. Okay, honey?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Mmmm.” Like when she calls me that without skipping a beat. I drag her in for a kiss, and her taste is amazing. Minty from her toothpaste and sweet like her spirit. “That’s my good girl. You listen so well.”

She blushes.

“Your brother, on the other hand, can be a little rebellious. Isn’t that right, son?” I cup the back of Scrap’s head. Beneath his mohawk, he’s trimmed up his hair for the trip. I like how that quarter-inch buzz prickles my palm.

“I’ll be good, tonight,” he says, a little breathless. Oh, yeah. He’s looking forward to playing with his sister, alright.

“That’ll be a nice change,” I say with a wink at Cora, and I bring Scrap in for a kiss. While I wrestle my tongue with his, I keep an eye on my other little one.

She bites her lip and watches with hungry eyes. Girl didn’t balk at my calling Scrap her brother. And she doesn’t mind some man-on-man action. That’s nice. That opens things up for us.

Breaking away from Scrap, I take his shoulders and position him where I was just sitting. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.” I motion for Cora to sit between Scrap’s legs, her back to his front. “Scrappy boy, you’re gonna hold your sister. Be a good big brother and help her feel nice and safe and secure.”

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