Page 130 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

He’d stopped carrying rubbers in his wallet since he started here; all the playrooms, all the areas guests could access, had their own stations that the housekeeping staff replenished daily with condoms, small bottles of lube, baby wipes…

anything and everything a kinky couple might require during a scene.

Residential and employee accommodations were not open to guests.

There was only one hope left for a happy ending here.

“Tristan.” Clay’s voice was terse with demand. “Tell me you have condoms.”

The blond slipped his hand into Avery’s dark hair, fisting it gently and pulling her bobbing head off his erection. Eyes a little wild, sweat glistening on his temples and teeth indents in his lower lip, he stared balefully at Clay. “Am I supposed to?”

“Daddy—”

“No, just wishful thinking.”

“Daddy—”

“Are you telling me we have a naked Avery at our disposal and no condoms?”

“Daddy—”

“Looks that way. Goddamn it.”

Avery heaved a sigh and extricated herself from Tristan’s grasp. When she shot Clay an annoyed look over her shoulder, then turned it on Tristan, there was a definite flare of adultness in her eyes. “Daddies, can I say something?”

The touch of attitude in her voice made his fingers curl inside her, a subtle reminder to behave.

A shudder rippled through her, evolving into a low moan.

Like any brat, she didn’t like being ignored; she needed to learn that having a Daddy’s full attention might be a case of careful what she wished for, especially when she had two Daddies to please. “Of course, sweetling.”

Muscles clamped down on his fingers. “You don’t need a condom.”

His ears pricked. Was she really suggesting they not use protection? “Avery…”

“It’s just a suggestion. All my pre-employment tests were clean—I’m assuming both of yours were, I don’t know what the protocol is for people who get positive results. Regardless, I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”

Oh, it was tempting. So very fucking tempting.

Thinking of the ramifications, trying not to imagine his bare cock plunging inside her where his fingers were currently thrusting gently, Clay clicked his teeth together.

She was right about the tests—the club refused access to anyone who tested positive for STDs or STIs until they received treatment and returned with a negative set of results—so that wasn’t an issue.

Pregnancy, however, was the giant elephant standing in the road.

“Have you been sick lately, taken any antibiotics?” he asked slowly.

She shook her head. “Um… no.”

“Vomited after taking the pill at any point recently?”

“Ewww, gross. No.”

There were no rules against it, Clay thought.

Evander and Elias treated their employees as adults, letting them make their own decisions.

Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t hesitate to say no to the idea—too many risks in the outside world, not enough people testing themselves regularly, and far too many simply not bothered about their sexual health or that of others.

However, they were all clean, and the pill reduced the risk of pregnancy to one percent, so he understood. The million-dollar question right now was, how much did he trust that ninety-nine percent efficiency?

It wasn’t his decision to make alone, he realized. The slim possibility of pregnancy meant either he or Tristan would be in the hotseat, and it was Avery who stood to risk the most. Might as well start as they meant to go on and make the choice together.

“Tristan, what do you want to do?”

Blond eyebrows lifted as though shocked to be included in the process, which told Clay he was right in doing so. “I… we should be responsible, right? Wait until the condom fairy arrives? Bareback sounds amazing, don’t get me wrong, but…”

Avery patted his cheek. The gesture was all Little, but her voice…

“This is a difficult conversation to have when there are fingers in my vajayjay doing funny things to my head, but we… I agreed to this arrangement. Experimenting with the double Daddies dynamic. I’m okay with this if you are.

There are no risks to our health and the chance of making a baby between us is low.

There is one thing— one thing ,” she repeated darkly, turning her head to include Clay, “I’m asking… no, demanding… from both of you.”

He didn’t need to ask what it was, but he let her finish.

“When this comes to an end, just tell me. I won’t make a scene, I won’t cling to your legs and beg you not to leave. If you find someone you want more and you don’t want to be with me… don’t cheat. That’s all I ask.”

Clay shared a long look with Tristan, then let him answer.

“I think I speak for both of us, princess, when I say we’re not that fucking stupid.

” Warily, Tristan lifted his hand to her cheek, and surprise lit his eyes when she tilted her face into his palm.

“My track record isn’t perfect, but cheating has never been in the cards for me.

And Clay… Clay’s a salt of the earth kinda guy.

The type who was brought up by his mama to be a fine, upstanding man incapable of taking his dick out of his pants for more than one woman at a time. ”

“She was handy with a rolling pin,” Clay admitted, “and she wasn’t too shabby with a cast iron skillet if she needed to reinforce the lesson.”

“Why the hell would either of us look elsewhere when we’ve both found what we’re looking for? I’m willing to promise fidelity, Avery; if there’s a chance we can make this work between the three of us, I’m not fucking it up by straying with a strange piece of ass.”

“Eloquent, Tris, real eloquent.” Gathering her hair into a tail, Clay wrapped it slowly around his hand, tugging her head back until she peered up at him upside-down. “Do you need me to pinky-swear that the only woman I have eyes for is you, sweetling?”

Her mouth opened, her lips slightly swollen and a beautiful shade of pink. “N-No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Daddy,” she said with a sigh as Tristan spluttered a protest.

“Good girl. Going to take my time sinking into this needy pussy, then Tristan’s gonna show you what your trust means to him, unless you want to finish him off with your pretty mouth.

” Kissing and nipping down the side of her neck, he felt a moan shimmer up her throat.

“Really hope you weren’t planning on working today, sweetling—you ain’t leaving this bed. ”

“What? No, I’ve got?—”

Her words trailed off as he gripped his cock behind the crown and teased her with the broad tip, sliding it up and down her wet slit before finding her entrance. He tightened his grip on her hair, keeping her still. “You know about safewords, Avery?”

She whimpered. “Yes, Daddy. Red, yellow, green.”

“Use them if you need them, little girl.” Clay couldn’t stop his voice dropping an octave, turning into his darker, dominant tone. There was a possibility she would have to safeword—he was not unsubstantial in this regard, and she was going to be a snug fit.

Slick heat eased him in, his hips pushing firmly and relentlessly until, with a cry that tightened his balls, she submitted.

Fuck, she was so soft. Soft, gloriously wet, deliciously warm.

Her whimpers escalated, urging him to sink deeper, claiming her inch by fucking divine inch.

Muscles fluttered around his bare shaft, squeezing him like clever fingers.

Nuzzling her ear, he murmured, “Take all of me, little girl. This beautiful pussy is begging to be filled, isn’t she?

That limp-dicked weasel didn’t deserve her, didn’t know how to give her what she needs, what she craves.

” He nibbled down her neck, pressing his teeth against her shoulder as Tristan shifted, sitting up to worship her breasts with his hands and mouth.

“Daddy knows how to make you sit up and beg, sweetling. Daddy knows exactly what you yearn for. All you have to do is ask Daddy nicely.”

Avery quivered, her breath rushing through parted lips. She lifted her hands to dig her fingers into Tristan’s hair, using him as an anchor. “D-Daddy Clay, please… I need you.”

Wrapping his free hand around her thigh, he tugged until she widened her kneeling stance, her weight easing her down another inch. Growling under his breath, he thrust lazily, stretching her with his considerable girth. “Again, Avery. Learn to tell your Daddies what you want.”

“Please, please, please.” Childlike voice straining with very adult need, she pleaded silently with her eyes, as though she didn’t know how to ask with words. Maybe she didn’t; maybe the extent of her fulfillment in bed had been left down to herself and whatever lucky toy she favored.

They would teach her, Clay thought, gripping her thigh tightly. For now, her quiet pleas would suffice. He thrust again, slowly, shallowly, carefully opening her until he was fully seated.

Christ, he loved the sounds she made when she lost herself.

Suckling noises came from her breast; she was being adored from all angles, and one thing he could say for Tristan was, he wasn’t short on enthusiasm.

“Please, Daddy Clay, I need you.”

Easing back, he slammed in again, shunting her forward with a groan. She rippled around him, welcoming him, and the pace was set. He fucked her with long, hard strokes, gathering speed and momentum like a piston, wrenching shocked cries from her.

He was in heaven.

Adam, the pencil-dicked asshole, didn’t know what he’d been given, or what he’d thrown away.

She was responsive, engaging, trying so hard to be exactly what she thought her Daddies wanted her to be. She expressed herself beautifully through sound and her body language—she made herself into an open book, easy for them to read.

Breath heaving, body trembling against his, she was a dream come true.

“Come, sweetling.” Voice heavy and dark, Clay crooned the words. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he watched Tristan bestow his attention to her breasts, paying homage to each one as though they were his obsession. “You’ve been a good girl. Let go now.”

“I-I can’t.”

Fingertips brushed over his shaft as it pumped inside her, circling her entrance where it strained to take his girth. Her hips jerked sharply, again and again, as Tristan teased her clit, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.

“You can. We’re here, Avery. Take the fall and let us catch you.

” The smack-smack-smack of his groin against her ass was quick and dirty, not giving her a chance to hold herself apart from the experience.

“In about thirty seconds, I’m going to lose myself in you.

Gonna shove into you so fucking deep, my cum will be leaking from this greedy pussy for days.

When I’m done, Daddy Tristan will fill you up, too. ”

The Dom hummed around her nipple in agreement.

“By the time we’re done with you, sweetling, you’re gonna be sore and bruised, dripping cum, and you’ll know exactly how much you’re adored.

” Clay rolled his hips, changing the angle of penetration, and felt her go rigid.

He laughed and released her hair, her thigh, to claim her hips. “G marks the spot, Avery.”

Pounding into her, he knew the precise moment she couldn’t resist any longer.

She shuddered viciously, her pelvis hunching to take him deeper.

The slender arch of her neck tipped her head back on his shoulder and, with a silent scream, came hard enough to trigger his own orgasm, catching him by surprise.

He groaned, relishing the almost painful pulse of release.

“Good girl. Good girl, Avery.” Panting, he lavished kisses over her damp shoulders, stroking her trembling muscles. Christ, he felt like a goddamn king. “Still with me?”

Tristan eased back, cupping her face in his hands. His gaze flicked to Clay. “I think you scored a homerun. Knocked her clean out of the damn park.”

Exhaling slowly, Clay eased away from her, pleased with her small whine of protest. “She’ll be fine in a few minutes.

Lie down, take her with you.” He pressed a kiss to her hair before guiding her down on top of Tristan, then settled in to sandwich her gently between them, pulling the duvet over them all. “She’s perfection, Tristan.”

“She is.” Rolling his tongue between his teeth, he hesitated. “I’m not going to fuck her today.”

“I—what?”

“Being part of this was amazing. It made me realize that all the times before, all the women who’ve ever been in my life…

I’ve rushed into sex. It was the primary goal.

A quick fuck, a cordial goodbye if they were lucky, then the door hit them on the ass the next morning.

” Making himself comfortable, Tristan absently stroked his hand down Avery’s back when she mumbled something.

“It’s different for you. Unless you were banging cows on the prairie, I don’t suppose there was a lot of opportunity for casual sex.

I’ve dedicated my life to it and I don’t…

she makes me want to be better, be more. ”

“Okay,” Clay said slowly. “I understand where you’re coming from.”

“The whole Daddy gig, you’ve got it down to a science.

You know how to read her, how to support her and bring out the Little.

Me, on the other hand, I’m just learning the ropes.

I want to be her Daddy before I become her lover, Clay.

I need to be as effective in that role as you are, which means learning from you.

If I don’t get laid for a while, so be it.

Maybe abstaining from sex for a few weeks will help me become the kind of man she needs in this relationship. ”

Well, wasn’t that just a kick in the teeth?

All his reservations about Tristan and his motives sailed out the window.

Any man who was prepared to sacrifice his own desires in order to be worthy of his woman deserved to be taken seriously, especially one who—by his own admission—was a hound when it came to women.

“It’s going to take more than a few weeks to hone your Daddy skills. Not that I’m knocking your dedication, it’s quite admirable, actually, but you’ve got a lot of work to do, a lot of lessons to learn.”

“Will you teach me? Officially?”

Clay chuckled. “Daddy Dom demonstrations and lectures?”

“Yeah. Help me earn my place in this dynamic. Maybe it’ll be character building.”

“Are you going to get jealous?”

“Watching you fuck her every night? Probably. I figure she’s worth it.” He nuzzled her cheek when she stirred.

“If that’s the decision you’ve made, I’ll support you. When she comes around, your first lesson is going to be aftercare and clean up.”

“Oh, the hardship,” Tristan retorted dryly.

Yeah, the guy was all right. Maybe there would be some challenges ahead—what with all the pretty subs hovering around the club to tempt him—but if he was willing to impose celibacy on himself in an effort to make some self-improvements, Clay was happy to assist.

The next few weeks would be interesting, that was for sure.