Her Daddies’ Saving Grace

by Laylah Roberts

Oh, because she was home. She remembered that now. She’d had to spend twenty-four hours in the hospital. A lot of that time, she’d slept. But when she hadn’t slept, she mostly complained about being in the hospital. She’d begged both of them to let her go home. And she’d even lost her temper once, throwing a bit of a tantrum. Which was embarrassing to think about now.

  There was cool air on her butt then she was being directed back. She still couldn’t be bothered opening her eyes.

  “Pee, Twink,” he commanded.

  “Hold your horses,” she replied. “You can pee after me. I gots to go.”

  “I know,” he told her, with such affection in his voice it made her smile. She thought it was probably a droopy, silly sort of smile. “That’s why you’re on the toilet.”

  “I’m sitting on the toilet? Good. Cause I really gotta go.”

  He laughed and her smile widened as she peed. So good. “Why you laughing, Papa?”

  “Because you’re cute.”

  “I am?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “That’s good.” She held her hand up. “Paper me.”

  Some paper landed in her palm and she managed to wipe herself clean without opening her eyes. Then he helped her stand and rearrange her pajama bottoms.

  It was while he was holding her up with an arm around her waist, his other hand washing hers, that she started to shiver. The shivers changed to trembles. Her teeth began knocking together and it felt like she was having a seizure.

  “Twink? What is it?”

  “I nearly died.”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he crooned.

  Then she found herself being lowered. Somehow, she thought she was sitting in his lap. Her body continued to shake, though, and try as she might, she couldn’t open her eyes.

  “Papa!” she cried out, needing him. Needing him to hold her, anchor her, to make everything awful go away even though she knew that wasn’t possible.

  “Want me to get Daddy?” he asked in a rough voice.

  “Don’t leave me!” Yeah, she wanted Brick, but she wanted him too.

  “Skin,” she found herself begging, knowing he’d understand.

  There was some shifting, he let her go and she let out a cry.

  “Shh,” he soothed. “I’m pulling my top up.”

  And then her right cheek was pressed to his bare chest. Finally, she was able to open her eyes and she grabbed hold of his top, which he’d bunched under his arms.

  Her breaths came in sharp gasps. The panic was almost like a living, breathing dragon inside her, threatening to claw its way out. Xavier rocked her, letting her breathe in his scent, surround herself with him.

  “It’s okay, Twink. Take what you need. I’m here.”

  “I nearly died.”

  “I know, sweetheart. But you know that Brick and I wouldn’t let that happen, right? You’re safe with us. We’ll take care of you. Pretty sure that Brick isn’t going to let you out of the house for the next fifty years to achieve that, but . . .”

  She let out a small bark of laughter, shocked she could manage it. “Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

  “Me? I’ll be right there supporting him.”

  “Papa!”

  “What?”

  “I can’t stay in the house for the next fifty years. I deserve time out for good behavior at least.”

  “Those times will be few and far apart.”

  So rude.

  She rubbed her face against his warm, smooth chest. His scent was one she knew as well as her own. The urge to lick him came over her and she did it without thinking.

  Xavier made a choking noise. “Did you . . . did you just lick me?”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “Well, I suppose you might have thought I was lickable,” he mused.

  “You are lickable, and maybe I did lick you,” she admitted.

  “Feel free to lick me anytime.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. I pretty much think everything you do is cute. It’s an affliction.” He gave a fake sigh and she giggled.

  She leaned back to look up at him. He smiled gently down at her. There was some scruff on his cheeks, he obviously hadn’t shaved in a few days. And it only made him look sexier.

  “You’re so gorgeous.”

  One of those dimples appeared in his cheek as he stared down at her, eyes dancing in amusement.

  “Well, thank you, sweetheart. So are you.”

  She sighed, feeling like she was floating. Part of it was her body still recovering from everything. Part of it was Xavier.

  Then his head started to lower, his lips coming towards her. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and she opened her mouth before remembering that she probably needed to brush her teeth.

  Leaning back, she wrinkled her nose. “Do I have stinky breath? I should brush my teeth.”

  “Sweetheart, your breath is just fine.” He leaned in and kissed her again. “And even if it was stinky, I wouldn’t care.”

  She sighed. “I guess that’s true love.”

  “I guess it is. Now, how would you like to go sneak into bed with Daddy?”

  “Can we give him a fright, pretending we’re zombies come to eat his brains?” she asked.

  He winked at her. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

  32

  “Oh God, run! Run!” she cried out at the TV screen. Then she hid her face behind her hands as the people on the screen ignored her excellent suggestions and went running towards the zombie-infested woods. “No!”

  “Tell me again why we let her watch this shit?” Brick asked.

  “I’m pretty sure that she gave you those big eyes of hers and you instantly caved,” Xavier replied dryly.

  “I’m not the one who spoils her. What the heck was that thing you brought home today?”

  “It’s a dancing, singing wolf. Once you meet Reuben, you’ll get the joke.”

  “Oh no, they got them! Oh shit, they’re dead.”

  “Language,” Xavier scolded.

  It had been three days since she’d nearly died. Tonight was supposed to be quiz night. She was upset because Xavier and Brick had made her stay at home. Like in most things when it came to her, they were united.

  Things hadn’t instantly become easy between the three of them once they’d decided to try this crazy idea. In fact, it was often more awkward than not. But nobody had gotten mad or insanely jealous. Well, if they did, she didn’t know about it.

  Ed had come to visit that first day she was home, telling her that they’d interviewed everyone in the diner and had concluded that it was an unfortunate accident.

  The owner of the diner was a bit of a bitch. And she’d had her eyes on Xavier for a while. Juliet hated the way she looked at him. She’d called to see how Juliet was, but hadn’t exactly apologized. Both Brick and Xavier were furious. Reuben would be too, once he found out.

  God, she hoped he was all right.

  “Sorry, Papa, but it’s zombies. They’re damn scary.”

  He gave her a stern look. “Last warning.”

  Hm. Or what? She eyed him speculatively. She thought she heard Brick give a small bark of laughter, but when she looked over at him, he gave her an innocent look back.

  “Maybe you should have bought her zombie repellent instead of a dancing wolf,” Brick said as she squealed as the zombies descended on some poor, stupid fools who were now getting their brains eaten.

  She buried herself behind Brick on the sofa, wrapping her legs around his waist and peering over his broad shoulder.

  “They have that?” she asked.

  Xavier made a scoffing noise. He looked tired. Poor guy worked too hard.

  “We should totally get that if they have it,” she insisted. She bounced up and down. Brick let out a grunt. “Watch where your foot goes there, Duchess. Don’t want to hit the family jewels.”

  She giggled. “Sorry, Daddy.”

  Then she slid out from behind him. She tried not to touch one of th
em too much in front of the other. So far, everyone was playing nice.

  She wanted it to stay that way. When the movie was finished, she nodded decisively. “I wish we had that zombie repellent.”

  “There’s no such thing as zombies,” Brick told her in his practical voice.

  “Daddy, you just watched them eat all those people.”

  “It’s a show.”

  She shook her head. He had no imagination. Fortunately, she had enough for them both. Well, maybe that wasn’t a good thing.

  “I’ll buy you some zombie repellent,” Xavier told her. He was stretched out on the recliner, looking relaxed as he got in a button-up shirt and some neatly-pressed jeans.

  “You will, Papa? Yay! We really do need it because I’m worried about Daddy’s brains. I think they’ll want them.”

  “Nah, not much to eat there,” Xavier replied as Brick scoffed.

  “Papa, that’s not nice to poor Daddy. Besides, he’s got the biggest head. That means he’s got the biggest brains, right? Poor big head.” She knelt and grabbed his head between her hands. Then pressed it from side to side.

  “Easy there, you’ll rattle those brains right out of my big head,” Brick said dryly.

  “Sorry, Daddy.”

  “Come here, Twink.” Xavier crooked a finger at her.

  She watched him warily. “Why?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Do I have to have a reason?”

  “Well, maybe. If you’re in the mood for huggles, I’m all there. If you’re in the mood for spankings, then I’ll just stay here.”

  Brick laughed. “Can’t say she’s not honest.”

  “Don’t encourage her,” Xavier told him. “And huggles?”

  “It’s a combination of hugs and cuddles. Subject to trademark.”

  “I’m not spanking you, brat,” Xavier told her. “Come here. Now.”

  Drat. That was his Dom voice. He’d never used that voice on her before they’d entered the arrangement. That’s what she was going to call it. It sounded like a movie title.

  The arrangement.

  Two men. One woman.

  Possibility of zombies.

  “Juliet, I’m going to start counting,” Xavier warned.

  She let out a squeak of worry and jumped up, moving over to him. He held out his hand and she took hold. He helped her onto his lap so she was straddling him. She glanced over at Brick, worried. But he just looked like his normal self.

  “Look at me,” Xavier commanded.

  Sheesh, that voice did things for her. A shiver ran through her. Lord, he was hot.

  “Did you just say I was hot?” Xavier asked.

  Barnacles! Had she said that out loud?

  Crap.

  “I think you’re hot too,” she said hastily to Brick.

  Both men shared a look.

  “Sweetheart, are you worried that if you don’t keep things fair between us that you’ll hurt one of our feelings?” Xavier asked her.

  Well, damn. She thought she’d hidden that better.

  “I just want to make sure no one gets upset.”

  “You’re gonna give yourself an ulcer worrying about that,” Brick told her. “Or diarrhea.”

  Ew.

  “Brick’s right. You can’t worry about how either of us feels if you touch the other one or tell them they’re hot. Besides, we know I’m hotter than Brick.”

  Her mouth dropped in shock then Xavier grinned.

  “In your dreams,” Brick said.

  She glanced back and he winked at her. Something in her eased. Maybe she had nearly given herself diarrhea worrying about making sure things were even.

  “Now, that’s settled, I want a kiss,” Xavier said. “I haven’t had one in ages and the well is running dry.”

  A kiss?

  “Brick, I don’t think our girl believes we can share nicely.”

  “Hm, well, I guess maybe we’ll have to prove her wrong,” Brick replied. “Why don’t you bring her over here?”

  Xavier stood with her in his arms and carried her over to the sofa, sitting with her on his lap again. Right next to Brick.

  Then Brick turned her face towards him. He ran a finger along her lower lip then pressed it into her mouth. She started to suck without thinking. The tension in her body eased.

  “Good girl. Such a good little girl. Now, you’re going to kiss Xavier, aren’t you?”

  Damn. She guessed so. She nodded.

  He slid his fingers free and she turned to Xavier. He wrapped her hair around his fist. “When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Understand me?”

  Oh hell. Oh hell.

  Dead. She was dead.

  Squashed like a possum on the side of the road. Wait, no, that was gross.

  Then his lips pressed against hers. And that definitely wasn’t gross. Nope, that was the exact opposite.

  Xavier drew back with a groan. “She’s thinking too much.”

  “Let’s see what we can do about that,” Brick replied. He drew her in for a kiss. She could feel Xavier’s hand going up her thigh and she shivered with pleasure.

  “Easy, Duchess,” Brick told her. “Anytime you want things to stop or slow, say your safeword. Tell Xavier what your safeword is.”

  “Romeo,” she said on a sigh as Xavier moved his mouth to her neck, pushing aside her pajama top.

  He slid his mouth over her collarbone. How the heck was that sexy?

  She had no idea.

  Brick moved behind her back and she felt his hands on her hips, then he pressed a kiss to her back, between her shoulder blades.

  Xavier slid his mouth away from her skin then leaned back, staring at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this, dreamed of it.”

  “Knew from the moment you met me that you’d be dreaming about me,” Brick quipped as he drew the bottom of her pajama top up to kiss along her back. Again, how was that so hot?

  Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just because it was these two men were touching her, holding her between them.

  “I didn’t realize you had such a good sense of humor, Brick,” Xavier murmured.

  Neither had she. It almost seemed like more of Brick was being revealed with every day.

  “Neither did I,” Brick muttered. “Or at least, I think somewhere along the way I forgot how to have fun. I owe you for showing me what it’s like to be happy again, Duchess.”

  “No more than I owe you for the same,” she whispered back.

  “So sweet, our girl, isn’t she?” Xavier said in a low voice. “I wonder if she tastes that sweet. I think it’s time we found out.”

  What was happening here? If anyone had asked her who the most dominant was of the two men, she would have said it was Brick. Yet, right now, there was no doubting that Xavier had taken control. That he was steering the helm. Maybe with a subtler touch than Brick. Her Brick tended to be full steam ahead, take-no-prisoners.

  Xavier was quieter, sneakier, but filled with confidence. She liked seeing him like this. It was kind of similar to the confidence he exuded while working. He was calm and competent. But this was more.

  As though he was in his element. A king in charge of his realm.

  Xavier reached up to cup the side of her face. “What do you say about that, sweetheart? Do you want to feel Brick’s tongue on your pussy? Do you want him to lick you? To play with you? To flick that clit until you scream?”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  That glint in Xavier’s eyes made her heart race. He wasn’t looking at her like she was fragile or broken. She was looking at her like he wanted to devour her.

  And she wanted that.

  She wanted it all. She could feel her clit throbbing, the moisture gathering between her legs.

  He lowered his hand to the buttons of her pajama top then slowly undid them. One by one. While her heart raced and her body trembled. While Brick laid kisses on the small of her back then massaged her butt cheeks.

  “Bric
k?” Xavier asked.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “If Juliet doesn’t answer a question, she gets punished.”

  Xavier wasn’t her kind and careful best friend right now. He wasn’t even her indulgent, sweet Papa. He was the stern, commanding Dom.

  Xavier spread the two halves of her top apart, revealing her breasts. “So beautiful.”

  Brick reached around her to cup her small breasts. “Most perfect breasts I’ve ever touched.”

  She smiled as Brick squeezed them lightly. Her nipples hardened against his palms and she groaned. Then Brick let go of her breasts and grabbing the top, drew it off her arms. Now she was sitting on Xavier’s lap in her bottoms only, with Brick behind her, running his fingers down her back. He moved his hands back to her breasts, but this time he toyed with her nipples, teasing them lightly.

  With a moan, she leaned against the huge man behind her. He was almost as tall as her, even kneeling.

  Brick nipped at her shoulder and neck as Xavier placed his hands on her thighs, just watching her.

  “Have you dreamed about Brick eating you out, Juliet?” Xavier demanded.

  She blushed bright red. She could feel her cheeks heating. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl for answering.”

  Brick continued to play with her nipples, driving her insane. She started to rub herself against Xavier’s legs.

  “Have you ever made yourself come?”

  Oh Lord. She couldn’t answer, could she? Why did he have to ask her these things?

  Brick stopped touching her and she let out a small whimper. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  “He’ll start again when you answer the question,” Xavier told her.

  What kind of cruel torture was that? She glared down at Xavier.

  “Now, that’s not a very nice face to make at your Dom, sweetheart,” Xavier crooned. “Brick, could you help me out?”

  “Yep.”

  Xavier drew her forward, and several sharp smacks landed on her ass from a dinner-plate-sized hand that had to be as hard as a paddle, she was sure.

  When Xavier helped her sit back up, her bottom was stinging but she made certain not to glare at the man underneath her. Nope, she was a good girl.

  Always.

  “That’s my sweet girl,” Xavier murmured. “Those really are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen in my life. I need to taste them again. Bring them here.”