Page 54 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Five

Ben

“It’s nice,” Cami says for what must be the fifteenth time since we’ve arrived at Ryle’s mansion.

And it’s an understatement, but I know she’s trying to downplay her own awe for the sake of my pride.

It’s pure Cami—she’s a caretaker down to the core, which is why she needs someone to take care of her, because she always puts herself last.

“It’s nice,” I force myself to agree. The words roll reluctantly off my tongue, but I make them. I squeeze her hand and look around the room Ryle put us in. It’s bigger than the bedroom in our apartment, despite being a guestroom. “I think that’s a pure silk Persian rug.”

“Ooh.” Cami gazes at the rug, understated with light blue and oatmeal threads, but beautiful. Then she looks back up at me, trying to mask her excitement. “It’s nice.”

I chuckle and squeeze her hand once more. The feeling of her fingers threaded with mine makes me feel steady despite the discomfort in my left leg. “Go on.”

“What?”

“Don’t play na?ve with me.” I bump her shoulder playfully. “I know you’re dying to kick your shoes off and run barefoot over it.”

Surprise, guilt and mischievousness flash over her face in rapid succession. But when she toes off her shoes and runs her bare toes over the carpet, the earlier expressions are replaced with pure ecstasy.

“That good?” I laugh.

“You have no idea. But you’re about to.” Her brown eyes glow with mirth as she smiles at me.

“What?”

“Take off your shoes, Ben. Right now.”

“You’re getting a little bossy.”

Normally, such a warning, even said teasingly, would give her pause. But Cami is either emboldened by our move here, or delirious with the thread count of the rug because she kneels and begins to untie my shoelaces.

“Cami…”

“Do it. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

I groan, but reluctantly lift each foot in turn so she can remove the shoes and then my socks. I feel a little silly being undressed this way, but Cami’s childish glee is hard to resist. Especially in light of everything we’ve been through in such a short time.

“Now.” She sits back, grinning with a self-satisfied smile. “Try now .”

I run my foot lightly over the carpet, and damn if it’s not more comfortable than any sheets I’ve ever slept on.

“Good, right?” Her smile says she knows what I’m not saying.

“It’s great,” I admit.

“Hey, I have an idea.” She jumps to her feet just to pull me down with her. “Here. Lie down with me.”

I’m on my knees, but she makes such an enchanting picture with her hair splayed like silk against the Persian rug that I lie down next to her and scoot close.

“See?” She grasps my hand. “Isn’t it heavenly?”

I think being anywhere with her is heavenly, but it’s too corny to say aloud, so I pull her closer and kiss her instead.

My lips press against hers, gentle at first, but as she turns into me, I deepen the kiss.

Her hand finds its way into my hair, and I take the opportunity to cup her face. We kiss until we’re breathless.

Cami breaks apart from me and undoes the button on my pants.

“Cami, we can’t. Not… here.”

“So your plan is what?” She laughs. “We just don’t have sex?”

“That, or we could revisit getting a hotel, or?—”

“Not a chance.”

Under normal circumstances, I’d scold her for cutting me off, but she kisses away any protest I might have made. While we kiss, she pulls down my zipper, and my hard cock springs up to greet her. As she caresses the length of it, I groan into her mouth.

“See?” She grins at me, triumphant. “I knew you wanted me.”

“I always want you, but?—”

The sound of a knock at the door makes us both fall silent.

“What do we do?” Cami mouths.

“Uh… yeah?” I call out.

“Can I come in?’ Ryle’s voice answers.

“Sure.”

“What?” Cami hisses at me. “Are you cr—” But before she can finish, the doorknob turns and the door swings open. She’s scrambled onto her knees by that point, but I’m sure it’s pretty clear from a glance what’s been going on.

“Oh.” Ryle doesn’t look embarrassed to find us relaxing on his luxurious rug, just surprised.

Frankly, it makes me like him more. But even if it didn’t, I meant what I said to him in the hospital. Now it was time to put up or shut up. “Ryle… why don’t you join us?”

Ryle

Confusion makes me freeze. As a man of action, the man with the plan, it’s an unusual place to find myself in.

Then again, this whole thing is unusual.

The fact that Cami, a woman who might be carrying my baby is living with me with her boyfriend…

well, it’s as unusual as my life has ever been up to this point.

And gauging by the look on Cami’s face, that is subject to change.

Why don’t you join us?

The question plays again in my head, and I look at Cami, whose lips are parted. I assumed she would protest, but she doesn’t say anything. The look in her eyes… she’s shocked, but she’s excited, too.

Back at the hospital, Ben said we should try to “make this work” with the three of us.

We haven’t talked about how it’s going to work, but I have a feeling he wants to decide as we go.

And as much as the business part of my brain thinks it’s foolish to rush in without having ground rules set, my cock is making my pants tight, and doesn’t give a damn what the business side of my brain thinks.

“Cami?” My voice is low and throaty. I hear Ben make a noise, but I only have eyes for her.

Her breath hitches, her pupils dilate, and she gives a single nod.

That permission makes me stride into the room.

I kneel on the carpet beside her, and she’s between the two of us.

I hesitate, but only to make sure she’s okay with this.

I can see in a single glance that she’s not sure what’s about to happen, but that she doesn’t want me to go. She doesn’t want either of us to leave.

I start stroking my finger along the back of her hand.

My memory of our only night together has been seared into my brain, I can feel the air crackle with sexual attraction every time I look at her, but I’d never imagined I’d get to touch her again.

Her skin is as soft and smooth as porcelain, but it’s the way she looks at me—her gaze hot with need, but vulnerable, too—that makes my balls ache.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

“She’s okay,” Ben responds. Then he begins to tug at the hem of her shirt and she immediately lifts her arms. He whisks it over her head and tosses it aside.

She gives a little shake of her dark curls, her cheeks flush pink and she looks away, but not before I catch the arousal blazing in the depths of her dark eyes. Cami is wearing a white undershirt and it practically glows against her tanned arms.

I reach over and pull down the strap, baring her left shoulder.

At the same time, Ben is pulling down the strap on her right shoulder.

I avert my eyes from what he’s doing—I only want to focus on Cami and the pleasure I can bring her.

I lower my mouth and kiss her shoulder blade.

Then, on instinct I sink my teeth into her soft, delectable skin.

She moans, and the sound shoots straight to my cock, making the pressure between it and my zipper hard to bear.

I do, though. I ignore my own need and concentrate on her. I reach for the back of her head and cup it in my hand, my fingers stroking her silky tresses while my mouth travels down her arm. The taste of her skin is addicting.

And she must like what I’m—what we’re —doing because she’s arching her back, and if the tension in her body is anything to go by, she’s holding back plenty of sound effects.

I want to hear them, so I shift up to her collarbone and sink my teeth in deeper.

Cami obliges by opening her mouth and making the sexiest mewls I’ve ever heard. Her body vibrates with need.

I have to have her. Now. I reach for my zipper and at the sound of it sliding down, her eyes slide over to me. Her chest is heaving, and I see her pulse fluttering in the hollow of her throat. I sit up on my knees just long enough to push my pants and boxers down.

I’ve barely sat back down before she’s on my cock. Her lips caress the head of my dick and then her lips part, and she takes me into her mouth. She arches her back, her ass in the air, and takes me down her throat.

Cami

This is insane. It’s absurd. It’s also the dirtiest, sexiest fantasy that I never thought I would experience. And here I am—living the dream with my crush’s cock in my mouth and my lover behind me, his hands spanning my ass, caressing my cheeks through my scrub pants.

I’m a sucker for any type of booty love, which he knows very well. I try to focus on Ryle, on his delicious cock, but Ben is making it hard when he strokes my ass, making me wonder what he has in store for it.

But then Ryle’s fingers come to play, entangling themselves in my hair.

I go still to see if he’s the kind of man who likes to direct, but he doesn’t.

At least, not yet. I travel down his cock, sucking my way down his shaft until every bit of him is in my mouth.

It makes me gag, but I force myself to hold there until I’m salivating down his shaft.

I feel myself being pushed up, and I come off his cock, gasping for breath.

“Holy shit, Cami.” His eyes are sparkling with appreciation. “You’re incredible.”

“She is,” Ben agrees, and the next thing I know, I feel my scrubs being pulled down.

Ryle shifts his position and lays me down on the carpet while Ben continues to tug my pants down my legs. Ryle’s gazing at my bare legs, and his eyes are lit with a fire that can only mean he’s hot for me.

It’s exhilarating. And then I get to look up and see my best friend looking at me, ready to stop the whole thing if I make a single murmur of disapproval. I’ve never felt safer, or more seen.

“How are you doing, Cami?” he asks, gazing at me with adoration.

I smile up at him. “Great.”

“Are you sure…”

“Yes.” I nod eagerly. “If… if you’re both good with it.”