Page 27 of Gifted to The Billionaires

“I miss the sister that didn’t tease me so much,” he gripes, pretending to clutch his aching heart. “What did I do to deserve such treatment?”

“Nothing,” Ivy sings. “S’just fun. I like having a brother to mess with.”

Brett’s face softens. “Are you trying to butter me up for something? You have two husbands now and they have more money than me. Ask them for it.”

My girl laughs. “I can’t ask the fathers of my baby to be its godfather, now can I?”

Immediately he’s rushing toward her, plucking her up from the couch and twirling her around and jumping up and down. He set his drink down so fast it nearly spilled but none of us care about that.

“Well if you’re up in the air about it, I suppose I can ask Cal’s brother.”

It’s a total bluff. She’s spoken to my brother a few times of course, but we’re nowhere near as close as Brett and I are.

“Take it back,” he demands, tickling her ribs. “I’m the godfather, I claimed it!”

“Since you begged,” Ivy relents. “Now order dinner in the next room so I can tongue-kiss my husbands, thank you.”

He grimaces and sets her back down. “Fine, but Cal’s paying.”

“I want a big fat fried chicken sandwich and two orders of mozzarella sticks,” Ivy informs him. “You remember how to order it?”

Brett rolls his. “I’ve ordered your food for years now, I’ll never forget.”

“See that you don’t,” Nik tells him, coming up behind Ivy to wrap his arms around her middle. “You might lose godparent privileges. As it is, you’re lacking in the partner department. Two godparents are better than one.”

Brett snorts. “Well, you’re stuck with one, because that’snevergoing to happen.”

He exits the room, leaving no room for argument. The stubborn wanker thinks he’ll be alone forever. I know he hopes that he will, but I have my doubts. I think a guy like Brett always learns that he needs someone, no matter how long it takes.

Relaxing together on the couch brings a lovely grin to my wife’s face. She sits between the both of us as we flank the sides of her corner spot. I swoop in first, giving her what I know she wants. A deep and slow caress of our mouths, like a gentle fuck for her greedy tongue. Ivylovesto be kissed.

Nik rubs her thigh softly, waiting for his turn while enjoying the view. I move her head for him, guiding her by her chin to meet his lips. She sighs happily, basking in it. We can’t do this for too long with Brett in the house, but we’ll make up for it after he leaves. I can already see myself dropping to my knees in front of her, tonguing her pussy while Nik kisses her silly on this very couch.

Like the cat knows Ivy is ready to climb into his lap, Gouda plants herself on top of Nik’s thighs, meowing with delight at the sight of him. She lives with us now, of course, but that doesn’t stop her from adoring every moment with him.

Ivy grumbles, pulling back. “Not cool, Gouda. Not cool.”

The fluffy little thing is not affected by her mother’s reprimand. She purrs, smacking her head against Nik’s stomach to pet herself without his hands.

“She’s reminding you that you have company,” Brett chimes, returning just in time. “I always knew she was a good cat. I’ll have to buy her more toys.”

Ivy can’t help but giggle. “You’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs. “You love me anyway.”

My wife nods. “I love all of you.”

Hours later after food is devoured, laughs are shared, and the night seems to fade away, Ivy whispers words that hit me straight in the heart.

“I’m so happy.”

I pull her into my arms, dragging Nik just as close. They’re my every joy and my only true purpose. Our family makes me feel utterly alive.

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