Page 38 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Thirty-Four

OLIVIA

By the time I leave Sebastian’s, I’m sore in all the best ways and feel utterly satisfied for the first time in months.

Ever since I got pregnant, I’ve been ridiculously hormonal, crying all the time but more importantly, horny all the time. I want sex constantly, and it’s hard when I’m trying to make a decision and realize who my true family is.

The problem is, I have feelings for all of them. I don’t want to lose any of them.

Instead of going home, since it’s Sunday I go directly to Damien’s house. I need to talk to him about last night, even though I’m nervous.

I need to come clean about exactly what I’m doing to all my suitors. I’d want them to be honest with me if the situation were reversed.

I ring the doorbell, and it’s Damien himself who answers.

With such a big house, you’d think he’d have staff, but from what I can tell, he doesn’t.

I honestly don’t know much about Damien’s background, if he grew up rich or well-off, who his family is .

He plays all that stuff really close to the chest and always has.

He looks surprised when he sees me, his face lightening, a half-smile playing across his lips.

“Is something wrong at work or is this a social call?”

I flush, not sure how to tell him everything. “A social call. I wanted to talk to you.”

His smile fades into a frown as his brows furrow, and he moves aside to let me in.

I walk past him and look upstairs.

“Can I see the nursery?”

Damien brightens. “It’s all done now. I just got the walls painted. Green, is what the lady said, for unisex.”

I smile. “I’m sure it’s beautiful.”

He heads upstairs, and I follow and in fact, tears spring to my eyes when I see it.

There are dinosaurs and castles along the wallpaper in stencils, and the crib and changing table are pristine.

“Oh, it’s lovely, Damien.”

“You think so? I could have picked a yellow color?—”

I walk up to him, cutting him off with a kiss to his lips. “It’s perfect.”

He smiles against my lips, his arms going around my waist loosely.

I take a few steps back, biting my lip.

“Is something wrong? You’re acting like something’s wrong.”

“Not wrong, exactly. But you may be upset with me.”

He frowns. “I may?”

I bite my lip more, tasting iron. “I spent the night at Sebastian’s with him and Dominic last night.”

His face goes completely blank, and then he rubs a hand across his neck. “Oh. Okay.”

“Okay? ”

His jaw works, and he shrugs. “Don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“Tell me how you feel?”

He looks down at me with intense eyes. Then he sighs. “That’s complicated.”

“Complicated how? Explain it to me.”

Damien paces around the nursery, looking distressed. “I mean, I’m a little jealous, but that’s what you’re trying to figure out, right? Which of us... fits? You can’t do that without experimenting.”

What if it’s not just experimenting? What if I want you all?

I finally move my bottom lip from my gnashing teeth. “So, you’re not mad at me?”

“No. No, Olivia, of course not. I wish... I wish you’d invited me.”

A gasp makes me put a hand to my mouth. “You... you want to be invited?”

“Of course.”

“I didn’t know... you’d do something like that night... again?”

He looks at me, conflicted. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

“But you said you’re jealous.”

He groans. “I am. I told you, it’s complicated. It’s also really hot to see you being worshipped.”

“Oh?” I take a few steps closer, putting my nail on his chest and trailing it along the firm muscle. “You like watching me getting worshipped?”

“Yes,” he breathes, this big man, at my mercy, and pleasure rushes through me. “Because I do. I worship you, Olivia.”

Fuck.

I don’t even know if my body can handle it, but I want him so badly in this moment I can barely stand it.

“Then let’s do it again.” I’m not sure what I’m saying until I say it. “Tonight. ”

He swallows visibly. “Tonight?”

I shrug. “Why not?”

He licks his lips. “Okay. But we do it here.”

Interesting.

I nod slowly. “Okay.”

“Eight?”

“I’ll talk to the guys.”

Damien steps closer, pulling me close to him with one arm around my waist. He kisses me gently but thoroughly. “Then I’ll see you tonight. Don’t be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I all but float back to the car.

Of all the guys, I guess I’m most surprised by my feelings for Damien. As my boss and a good friend, I’ve never seen him in this light, and it’s quite awakening.

I head home immediately and take a long shower, shaving everything and coming out smelling like lavender and rose.

Sebastian loves floral scents, but Dominic prefers sweet smells, so I spray some vanilla on myself for good measure.

I don’t know what scent Damien likes. I’ll have to find out.

I send a group text to Sebastian and Dominic.

Tonight. Damien’s place. Eight o’clock.

Sebastian immediately sends back a thumbs-up emoji, showing his age, and I roll my eyes, smiling.

Dominic takes a half hour to respond.

I’ll be there.

I wish I knew what was going on in his head.

He’s always been so possessive, and I can’t imagine anything good is running through his mind right now.

I need time to sit down and talk with him, but right now, my hormones are working overtime and I just want them.

I put on a simple black dress, no underwear, knowing I’ll need easy access. Just for fun, I put on a pair of thigh-high fishnets and a pair of black stilettos that make me almost as tall as Damien but not quite.

Sebastian and Dominic are already in Damien’s driveway when I arrive five minutes early.

I ring the doorbell, and Damien answers, wearing a partially unbuttoned shirt and a pair of tailored black slacks.

He’s barefoot, and looks freshly showered. He smells like sandalwood, and I want to eat him alive when he pulls me close.

“You look incredible,” he murmurs right against the shell of my ear, and I shiver.

“Thank you.”

“You didn’t have to dress up for us, little girl,” Sebastian drawls, standing over near the bar with a glass of clear liquid and a few cubes of ice. He shakes the ice at me. “Want a drink?”

He’s wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black t-shirt that stretches across his chest.

“Since I can’t exactly have a dirty martini, water works just fine.”

He gives me a small smile and grabs me a bottle from the fridge.

Is it just me, or is he acting strangely? Seeming a little nervous?

What were they talking about before I showed up?

“Where’s Dom?” I ask, just as the man comes out of the bathroom, drying his hands on his slacks.

He must have come from work, wearing no suit jacket but a vest and shirt.

“Look at you.” His words are low and rumbling in his chest.

I flush, stepping closer to him with a smile. “You like the dress?”

“I like what’s inside the dress. ”

He kisses my temple, pulling me close briefly.

It’s not as warm a greeting as I would have liked.

When I take the water from Sebastian, his fingers linger on mine, and he winks at me.

I flush even deeper, taking a big gulp.

My body is screaming to be touched.

I finish my water quickly, and Sebastian offers me another, but I shake my head. I ate a couple of hours ago, and I’m ready for anything.

“You guys are awfully quiet.”

“Just waiting for you to take the lead, little girl.”

I look up at Sebastian and bite my lip playfully.

“I thought you guys were dominant.”

“Being dominant doesn’t mean being overbearing,” Damien points out. “This is your show, Olivia. What do you want?”

“All of you.” It’s the first completely true thing I’ve said to them in months. “I want all of you, so badly.”

Sebastian licks his lips, stepping closer, and his erection is visible in his jeans.

“First, I want to put you in my mouth.”

Sebastian hitches in a breath, looking down at me when I drop to my knees.

“You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

“Then I want someone to fuck me.”

“I volunteer,” Damien says, his voice low, and Dominic’s throat works as he stands by the couch.

“Dom?” I call gently. “Are you... Is this okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. It’s your show.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He runs a hand over his face. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

He doesn’t seem fine, and I know we need to have a conversation .

“I'll take care of you, too,” I promise, and he freezes, but I can see the lust in his brown eyes.

My skin is literally buzzing with pleasure as I unbutton Sebastian’s jeans.

He groans low in his chest when I free him.

I pump his length once, twice, but he’s already at full mast.

“You look so fucking gorgeous on your knees.”

His voice sends pleasure rushing through me, and I can’t wait to take him into my mouth, moaning around him and working my tongue along his underside.

“Oh, fuck me,” Sebastian growls, taking my hair in his hand and thrusting forward, making me gag.

He cups my face briefly, but I recover, bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks.

“God, look at her.” It’s Damien’s voice that trails through my lust haze.

“She’s perfect,” Dominic agrees, and when I glance at him, he’s not looking at me.

Fuck. We really do need to have a conversation.

But I focus on the task at hand and soon, Sebastian is panting, thrusting into my throat until my eyes water.

When he spills down my throat, I swallow around him, and he gasps, slowly pulling out of my mouth.

He cups my face, kissing me even though I taste like his seed, and warmth pools in my lower abdomen.

I stand up shakily, and Damien is at my side, steadying me with one hand on my hip.

“Dom,” I whine, my head spinning with lust. “Can I watch you while he fucks me?”

Dominic blinks. “W-watch me?”

“Jerk off,” Sebastian says with a chuckle, mixing himself another drink.

He’s already adjusted himself back into his pants, none the worse for wear other than a gleam of sweat across his face.

Dominic blushes, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do that.

It’s pretty cute, I have to admit.

“All right.” He sits down on the couch, looking at me with half-lidded brown eyes.

I look up at Damien, his green eyes meeting mine. “How do you want me?”

“Bent over. On the couch, so you can see him.”

“Fuck.” Sebastian heads to the recliner to watch.

I can’t help but laugh.

He’s always down for anything, and it’s one of the things I love about him.

Wait.

Love?

I ignore it, pushing it all down.

Tonight is probably the only time I can talk them all into this, and I plan to enjoy myself.

Love or no love.