Page 72 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

It still seems strange to me, to look at her like this. Her blonde hair flows over her shoulders. She breathes deeply, inflating her chest so much that a small crease appears in the fabric of her T-shirt, between her nipples, every time she does so.

And I can just look right at her.

For months, I’ve been reminding myself to look away. We promised not to. We promised to be good. And when one of us got weak, the others would remind us.

Don’t fuck the nanny!

But as of a week ago, the floodgates are open.

Everything I’ve been holding back comes rushing through me when she looks at me like that. Those bright blue eyes, hungry. The gleam on her lower lip as her tiny, kitten-pink tongue slides out to wet it. The blush in her cheeks.

The taste of her. God, the taste of her.

She tastes like salt and something fragrant. Like an herb. Rosemary? Something earthy. Something you’d want to have all over your hands all day long. Just remember.

“Shirts off,” she declares.

“Lower your voice,” Ambrose chuckles as he pulls his T-shirt off.

She pounds on the door with the side of her little fist. It barely makes a sound.

“I think I could probably scream bloody murder in here,” she quips. “We can make as much noise as we like. Do you want to try?”

“Harrison is cool?” Ambrose asks, though it is too late to turn back now, in my opinion.

“Harrison will get his turn,” she reassures us with her chin lifted. “I will make it up to him.”

“I can’t wait to see that,” I mutter back.

“Shirt off,” she reminds me with a pointed look in her eye.

I can do that. Hell, I can get everything off.

The lights are on, so we can all see each other. I remember when we first talked about this, we made an agreement not to feel jealous. But nobody remembered there would be other feelings. Shyness, for one.

But not here. Seeing her body revealed in front of me is one of the best rushes I have ever had in my life. Having Ambrose’s naked cock bouncing around in midair off to my left doesn’t even bother me a bit. Go figure.

All I can see is Jolene.

Slowly she pulls off her T-shirt. Her hair cascades down when it is freed. Her tits jiggle until she lowers her arms to catch the waistband of her yoga pants in her thumbs. Every inch that gets exposed gets me more excited. My cock rises like a flagpole in direct proportion to how much of her pussy I can see.

“Let’s do something special,” she suggests in a naughty whisper.

Ambrose and I look at each other. His cock is fat and wide. Mine has kind of a curve back toward my belly. Something special? I can only imagine.

“Anything you want, baby,” Ambrose smiles.

“See that big bed?” she says, jerking her chin toward it. “Do you think you can both fuck me at once? Will we all fit?”

“Hell yes,” I confirm.

Without waiting, I rush forward and sweep her up in my arms. It feels so amazingly good to get her skin next to my skin again. I’m not sure I am going to be able to hold back for very long.

As I cradle her against my chest, she drapes her arms behind my neck and reaches her mouth toward my ear. She bites the lobe of my ear and whispers: “I want to suck your cock.”

“Anything you want, Jolene,” I answer, hearing the desperation in my voice.

“While Ambrose fucks my pussy,” she continues, maybe my balls clench like a fist.

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