Who's Your Daddy?

by Gallagher, Lauren

  I stroked and sucked Isaac a little faster, and his low groan turned me on even more. Then he tightened his grasp on my hair and tugged back. I stopped and looked up. He broke the kiss, and his eyes flicked back and forth from Don to me before he licked his lips and whispered, “Let’s go upstairs.”

  I sat back on my heels and looked up at them. “Upstairs sounds good to me.”

  “Like I’m gonna argue,” Don said.

  They each offered me a hand, and I took both. They helped me to my feet, Isaac straightened his clothes, and we hurried up the stairs.

  Don closed the door behind us, sealing us into this room with their bed. We all paused, looking at each other like we weren’t sure what the next step was.

  I broke the silence. “What do you guys say we get rid of all these clothes?” I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse.

  They didn’t miss a beat, and in a heartbeat, their shirts were off. As I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could, I indulged in a few glances at each man. Jesus, but they were gorgeous.

  A decade or so as a firefighter meant Don was nothing if not beautifully fit and chiseled. Not huge or bulky, but his job and a solid workout regimen had done gorgeous things to him.

  Isaac was a little taller, not quite as broad in the shoulders, and leaner, but he could still give Don a run for his money. Neither was enormously bulky, but every inch of them screamed powerful. Just the type of men who could throw me around, throw me down, and fuck me good and hard. Or throw each other around and—

  Jesus Christ. I’m sleeping with two hot men who sleep with each other. Good God Almighty, I am in heaven.

  Isaac wrapped his arms around me, and I sighed into his kiss as his hot skin pressed against mine. More hot flesh met mine as Don stood behind me, his hard cock against my ass, his chest against my back, and his warm, soft lips on the side of my neck. Four hands drifted up and down my sides, my hips, my arms.

  I broke away from Isaac’s kiss. “I need someone to fuck me. Right now.”

  Isaac grinned, pressing his cock against my hip. “Oh, I think I can be persuaded.”

  “Well, if you’re not sure,” Don murmured, his voice thrumming behind my ear. “I could always do it. Take one for the team and all that.”

  “Take one for the team?” I scoffed. I glared at him over my shoulder. “Put it like that, and you can go fuck yourself.”

  Don laughed. “Or I’ll fuck Isaac.”

  I shivered, and he dipped his head to kiss my neck again.

  “You wouldn’t mind that, would you?” he growled.

  “Not in the least,” I said, squirming between them. “But someone…one of you…for the love of…”

  Isaac kissed me. “Why don’t you get on top?”

  I grinned. “You like me on top, don’t you?”

  “Maybe I do.” He pressed his lips to mine, then said, “That a problem?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  The three of us separated, and as Isaac and I climbed onto the bed, Don gestured toward the edge. To Isaac, he said, “Lay this way. So your shoulders are near the edge.”

  I didn’t understand what Don had in mind, but then, my mind could only focus on getting Isaac’s cock inside me, so I just let Isaac get into the suggested position. Then I got on top.

  “Are you sure this is comfortable?” I asked Isaac. “With nothing to support your neck?”

  “Trust me,” he said. “It’s fine.”

  I shrugged. “Okay, then.”

  I lowered myself onto him, and Isaac closed his eyes, groaning softly as his cock slid deeper into my pussy. I’d barely taken that first stroke when Don joined us, standing beside the bed. Isaac grinned up at him and started stroking Don’s cock, and I thought I would come unglued. I’d seen them kiss, I’d seen them touch, but this was like having a front-row seat to the hottest thing I could possibly imagine.

  And they were just getting started. Steadying Don’s cock in one hand, Isaac turned his head and…oh, fuck, could these two be any hotter? Isaac’s mouth around Don’s cock was even sexier than I imagined. Don combed his fingers through Isaac’s blond hair, and Isaac relentlessly teased Don’s cock with his lips and tongue, alternately glancing up at him and at me. I couldn’t even tell anymore when my body reacted to Isaac inside me or the sight of him going down on Don; all I knew was, this was the most arousing thing ever.

  Isaac moaned. Don swore. I bit back a whimper and rode Isaac harder, which drew another moan out of him, and that in turn made Don curse louder and grab the bed for support.

  I rolled my hips just enough to let my clit rub against Isaac’s body every time I moved. Watching them, riding Isaac, listening to the sounds Don made, I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on in my life.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed.

  Don looked at me and grinned. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed his eyes and exhaled hard. Stroking Isaac’s hair, he murmured, “God, yeah…”

  I rode Isaac faster, and when he groaned, Don exhaled sharply and shivered. Isaac stroked and sucked Don with even more fervor, and his cock inside me and his body against my clit drove me fucking insane, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. Forcing my eyes to stay open even when they tried to tear up or roll back, I watched both men, drank in the sight of Don falling apart and fucking Isaac’s mouth, and I couldn’t even breathe as my orgasm built. And built. And built. And—

  Shattered. One heartbeat, I was a coiled spring of the most deliciously torturous tension. The next, I fucking shattered. Icy-hot waves of electricity radiated from my clit and my G-spot, and the only sound I heard over my own cries was Don whispering, “Oh my fucking God, that’s incredible.”

  I slumped over Isaac, gripping the edge of the bed for balance. He touched the side of my neck and raised his head to kiss me.

  Don’s hand ran up and down my back. “God damn, I love watching you come.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Isaac whispered. “You should feel her like this.”

  “Oh, I fully intend to,” Don growled.

  Isaac kissed me again. “But first…” He looked up at Don, and another of those unspoken somethings passed between them.

  “You want to try it?” Don asked.

  “Damn right I do.”

  “Try what?” I asked.

  Don grinned. “Just a little something we were talking about the other night.”

  I eyed them, puzzled, but shrugged. “You guys haven’t led me astray yet…”

  Isaac laughed as I raised myself off him. “Haven’t we?” He clicked his tongue. “We’re failing here, Don.”

  “You’ve been led astray since the day you walked into our house,” Don said.

  “Okay, let me rephrase.” I sat on my knees as Isaac got up off the bed. “Everything you guys have suggested in here has been hot, so I’m not going to protest.”

  “I can go with that.” Don gestured for me to move toward him. “Here, get right up next to the edge and lay on your back.”

  “Whatever you say,” I said with a grin. I turned onto my back, and Don pulled my hips to the edge of the bed.

  He leaned down to kiss me. “I’m assuming you don’t mind if I fuck you, do you?”

  “Well,” I said, raking my nails up his back until he gasped, “I’m assuming you don’t mind taking one for the team?”

  “Not at all,” he said, and kissed me again.

  Don pushed himself up and guided himself to me. In the playful mood he was in, I thought he might tease me, maybe even make me beg for his cock—and oh, I would have—but he didn’t. One second, the head of his cock just barely met my entrance; the next, he was buried all the way inside me.

  “Like that?” He withdrew slowly before thrusting back in.

  “I love it.” I moaned, squirming beneath him. “Just…do it faster.”

  He gave a quiet laugh and leaned down to kiss me lightly. “Not yet. Have to wait for Isaac to join in.”

  I furrowed my brow, glancing past him, but wh
en Isaac picked up the bottle of lube, I made the connection. I’d been dying to see the two of them fuck, and if watching Isaac suck Don’s cock was hot, this would be incredible. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering, especially when Don glanced at Isaac and drew in a sharp breath.

  Don closed his eyes and bit his lip as Isaac stood behind him. I didn’t have to look at Isaac or watch the way he moved to know when he pushed into Don. Don’s body language said it all: eyebrows knitted together. Lips apart. Spine slowly straightening as his eyes closed tighter. A long, ragged exhalation.

  I thought Don groaned, but then realized it was Isaac. Holding on to Don’s hips, he took a few long, slow strokes. Then Don moved too, withdrawing from me as Isaac did from him. It was a little awkward at first, both of them trying to maintain some semblance of rhythm and fall into synch with the other. They found their stride, though.

  “Holy—” The words—profanity, undoubtedly—stopped at the tip of Don’s tongue. He screwed his eyes shut and let his head fall forward, releasing a low groan as Isaac’s hips moved slowly against him. I rocked my hips back to draw him a little deeper, and Don gasped.

  “Oh God…” Don opened his eyes and looked down at me. “You both feel…fucking…unbelievable…”

  Isaac fucked him harder, and Don whimpered helplessly. I couldn’t look anywhere but right at Don. He’d always been so controlled, even in bed, but with every stroke either man took, he fell apart. Don’s rhythm was anything but regular, until he finally just let Isaac determine how fast either of them moved. Even breathing was difficult for him; once in a while, he’d all but stop, then suddenly release a long breath and draw in another.

  I reached up and teased his nipples with my thumbnails, and a shudder made him thrust a little harder. Isaac followed suit, fucking Don until they both moaned.

  Then Isaac leaned close enough to kiss beneath Don’s ear, and he whispered, “Like feeling me fuck you”—he thrust harder as if for emphasis—“while you fuck her pussy?”

  Don nodded but didn’t speak. Probably couldn’t. God knew, speech was already too much to ask of me just from being fucked and watching them. Don whimpered again. So did I. Still teasing Don’s nipples with my nails, it was all I could do to stay in control myself, because I’d never heard Isaac speak like that before, and it was arousing beyond belief.

  “Tell me, Don,” Isaac whispered, pausing to nip Don’s earlobe. “Say it.”

  With what must have required an unbelievable amount of concentration, Don said, “I fucking love it.” He licked his lips. “You both feel…amazing…”

  Isaac’s eyes flicked toward me. “You like that, Carmen?”

  I nodded. “Ooh, yeah. I can’t even tell you guys how hot you look.”

  Don bit his lip. His arms and shoulders quivered as he fucked me, and this time Isaac was the one to close his eyes and exhale. He thrust harder into Don, in turn forcing Don harder into me.

  I arched my back and rolled my hips, trying to get him even deeper inside me. He hit my G-spot just right, and the sight of him and Isaac drove me wild, and if he would’ve just shifted a little to hit my clit, I’d have been in the stratosphere.

  Fortunately, though, my hands were free, so I slid one down to my pussy, and when my fingers met my clit, Don and I both gasped.

  “Fuck.” He released a breath and let his head fall forward. “Fuck, baby, you are so damned tight when you do that.”

  I circled faster with my fingers, but I couldn’t focus enough to keep teasing his nipple and my clit, so I rested my other hand on his arm. His skin was hot against my palm, and his muscles quivered and rippled within my grasp, adding another dimension to just how fucking sexy and erotic and goddamned amazing this was.

  White light crept into my vision. “Don’t stop,” I said. “Either of you. Please, don’t stop.”

  “Not gonna stop.” Don groaned. “Fuck, I can’t stop…”

  Someone—I had no idea which one—picked up speed, and my back arched off the bed as Don’s cock hit my G-spot just right. I was sure his cock was getting thicker, stretching my pussy with every deep, hard thrust, but was vaguely aware I was tightening around him, squeezing him as my orgasm closed in on me. Electricity crackled along my nerve endings. My head spun. I dug my fingers into his arm, circling my clit faster with my other hand, and for the second time tonight, the world exploded around me.

  Don’s throaty roar made it past my pounding heart, and I blinked the tears out of my eyes as he slammed into me one last time before shuddering. Isaac kept fucking him until Don’s orgasm subsided, and then he surrendered as well, coming with a long, helpless moan.

  All three of us were still. Everyone shook, everyone panted, but no one moved. Isaac kissed the side of Don’s neck, and goose bumps rose on my skin as if he’d kissed my neck instead.

  Still panting, Don turned his head enough to look behind him. “Isaac, you have got to try this.”

  Isaac kissed Don’s shoulder. “Oh, I fully intend to.” His eyes met mine. “Assuming you enjoy it, of course?”

  “Enjoy it?” I grinned, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face. “Watching you two fuck while I’m being fucked? What’s not to love?”

  “Oh,” Don said, leaning down and letting his lips brush mine. “You are such a dirty woman, you know that?”

  “I hope you’re not saying that like it’s a bad thing,” I murmured.

  “Not at all,” he said, and kissed me.

  I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. “I do hope you two know you have unfairly raised the bar for anyone I date from here on out.”

  Don shrugged, his breath catching as Isaac pulled out. As Don withdrew from me, he looked down at me again. “Just means we get to keep playing with you until you meet the right guy.”

  I just laughed. Earlier, my upbringing had tried to throw a bucket of icy guilt over me for indulging in sex with Isaac and Don. Now? The guilt wasn’t happening. The guys were down with this kind of wild, sweaty sex until Prince Charming found the time to come strolling into my life?

  They had themselves a deal.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Donovan

  Isaac and I both kissed Carmen goodnight, and he showed her to the door while I went in to get a shower. After he’d taken a shower too, we climbed into bed together, but we didn’t turn off the light right away.

  He rested his head on my shoulder. “You know, I could really get used to these threesomes.”

  I chuckled, running my fingers through his damp hair. “And here I thought Carmen and I would have to twist your arm.”

  “Yeah, right.” He put his hand over mine on my chest. “Though I can barely keep up with you sometimes. Between the two of you? I’ll be lucky if you don’t kill me.”

  “Getting too old for this?”

  “Fuck you.” He nudged me playfully with his knee.

  I snickered. “Hey, I just don’t want you breaking your hip or something.”

  “Oh, whatever. I’m forty, not eighty.”

  “Yeah, and trying to keep up with two spry, young thirty-somethings—”

  He laughed. “Oh, please. Maybe if you two were in your twenties or something.”

  “Dirty old man.”

  “Well, I won’t argue with the first part.”

  “What?” I asked. “The ‘dirty old’ part?”

  “Just you wait, Donovan,” he said. “When you turn forty? I’m going to make sure to give you all kinds of hell.”

  “At which point I’ll say, ‘Hey, Isaac, don’t look now. I think fifty’s creeping up on you.’”

  “Oh God.” He rolled onto his back and rubbed his forehead. “Let me get over forty before I start thinking about fifty.”

  We both laughed. After a moment, Isaac said, “I have to say, I’m seriously surprised we didn’t get kicked out of that place tonight.”

  “I was kind of hoping we would. I mean, how many people can say they’ve been thrown out of a baby store?”

  “That’
s a story to tell the grandkids, isn’t it?”

  “Grandkids?” I stared at him, wide-eyed. “Dude, don’t even go there yet.”

  He laughed. “Oh, come on now, you know you’d love having grandkids around.”

  “Isaac, I’m thirty-four years old. I don’t even want to think about that until my kid is at least in his twenties.”

  “Need I point out that’s only a few years away?”

  I groaned. “Oh, God. Don’t remind me.”

  He played with my hair, then furrowed his brow. “Hey, look at that.”

  “What?”

  “I think you just got half a dozen gray hairs all at once.”

  I laughed and batted his hand away. “Ass.”

  Isaac chuckled.

  I absently ran my fingers through his hair but didn’t speak.

  Grandkids. I barely resisted the urge to shudder. Someday, yeah, but it was hard to believe there was a very real possibility of that “someday” happening within the next ten years. God, that was all too much. It was bad enough trying to swallow the fact that I’d be attending my kid’s high school graduation in two years. College graduations? Weddings? Grandkids? And I thought letting him out on the road was terrifying.

  “You okay?” Isaac asked after a while.

  “What? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” I rested my hand on his shoulder. “Just thinking.”

  “Anything in particular?”

  “No, Dr. Freud, it’s nothing.”

  He laughed. “You know, I think I’m going to have nightmares about the stuff in that store.”

  “Just wait until half that shit is all over our house. You’ll be so sleep-deprived, you won’t be able to tell when you’re dreaming about it or when it’s real.”

  “Great,” he muttered.

  I laughed and kissed his forehead.

  “We should get some sleep,” he said. “While we still can, right?”

  “Yeah, we should.”

  He pushed himself up onto his elbow and kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  Isaac killed the light, then rested his head on my shoulder again. In no time flat, he was out cold. I, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep.