Page 60 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

“Likewise. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” Then he turns to me. “We’ll be in the car.” And with a pat to my bottom, he falls in step with Ben, and they walk in the direction of the parking lot.

I turn to Kingslay, some of the earlier worry returning to flutter anxiously in the pit of my belly. “Well?” I give him a trembling smile. “What did you really think?”

He moves closer, towering a head and a half above me. “I think I can’t believe you’re going to be a mom.”

I step back, my chin jutting out defensively as I try to figure out what he means. But there was no need—his eyes are warm and excited. “Yeah. It… it was a surprise,” I admit.

“And… you don’t know…”

Wordlessly, I shake my head, but I don’t drop my eyes.

“Well.” He gives me a once-over and clears his throat. “It seems like you’re all making the best of the situation.”

I grin despite myself. Trust Kingslay to cut the situation to the quick. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I hesitate for a moment but decide to go for it. “What do you really think?” I ask again.

His brow furrows. “I already told you, Cam-Cam.”

I groan at the childhood nickname, but at the same time, it makes me smile.

“You’re going to be an incredible mom, and it seems like you have two men totally devoted to you. Are you happy?”

My eyes widen at the unexpected flipping of the script, but I don’t hesitate. “Yes. I thought I was happy before… I mean, I was . But this… this is incredible. They take care of me. They love me.”

“Well”—My brother grins and pulls me into a hug—“that’s all I need to hear. If you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

I relax finally and fully for the first time. Suddenly, I’m filled with regret that it’s time to say goodbye. “And you’ll find someone wonderful one day too, Kingslay. Or maybe two someones.” I give him a wicked grin.

“Oh, no. More power to you, but I can only handle one woman, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’ll find her,” I promise.

“Thanks, Cam-Cam. And when I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

Ben

By the time we make it home, I expect Cami to be ready for bed, but she seems happier and more relaxed than I’ve seen her in a while. Clearly, seeing her brother and getting his blessing made all the difference.

“Are you sleepy?” Ryle asks as we walk into the house, clearly thinking along the same lines.

“Don’t you have to work?” Cami asks instead.

“I have some work to do, but I could squeeze in a couple episodes of The Eternaut before making the call.”

“Hmm. I have a better idea.” A coy smile curves her lips and her eyes dance mischievously as she grabs his hand.

“Better than aliens?” I ask. “I’m pretty sure I remember you saying there was no such thing.”

“Last episode ended on a cliff hanger,” she defends as she grabs my hand with her free one, tugging me to follow. She leads us up the stairs, down the hall and to the first door on the left—Ryle’s bedroom.

I’ve never been inside before, and I’m guessing by the way Cami looks around that she hasn’t either. It’s a bit larger than the room he has us staying in, but not by much. And it’s not nearly as cozy with its ivory walls, methodical organization, and bare wooden floors.

“I knew it.” Cami releases our hands and makes a run for the bed. It’s a short run, and she hops onto it, spinning around to face us with a huge grin. “Your bed is bigger.”

“I can be a restless sleeper,” Ryle responds, grinning at her.

“So… what did you have in mind?” I ask.

“Come here and you’ll find out.” She bats her eyelashes coyly.

I glance at Ryle, and he seems as bemused as I feel.

Then I go to Cami, climbing up next to her.

My ass has hardly hit the mattress when she reaches for me, unbuttoning my jeans.

My cock is hard by the time she gets the zipper down.

She seems impatient as she tries to tug my pants down.

I oblige and lift my hips just for her to yank my jeans to my knees and reach into my boxers and pull out my cock.

“I know it’s late, baby, if you’d rather?—”

“Shh.” Her eyes are smoldering as she looks at me. “You take such good care of me, let me take care of you for a change.” She shifts her gaze to Ryle. “Don’t worry, you’re next.”

He chuckles. “Who said I was worried? As it happens, I think it’s better to give than to receive.” He winks at her.

Cami turns her attention back to me. “Slide to the end of the bed,” she suggests.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. As soon as I have, she slips off the bed and bends over my cock.

Her mouth descends, pulling me into the soft, warm cavern.

She’s always been a bit shy about blowjobs in the past, but something has gotten ahold of her tonight, because she’s insatiable.

She grips my cock firmly with her soft, pillowy lips, and slides down the shaft with confident enthusiasm I’ve never felt before.

As she works her way back up, I can feel my breath becoming ragged.

It’s a pressure I feel tightening in my chest as my muscles lock.

Her lips glide down, and part as she licks my balls one at a time.

Then she licks the head of my cock, and I feel heat coiling inside of me even before her mouth is back on my dick.

“You taste so delicious, Daddy,” she purrs around my cock. The words vibrate through me, and damn if this moment isn’t a fantasy come to life.

Ryle

As I watch my girl— our girl—with Ben, her eyes heavy, her lips swollen, she looks like a storm I’d beg for the honor of drowning in. Emotion swells my chest, and overcome with desire, I wait until Cami comes up for air, then I put my hands on her waist and hoist her up on the bed.

I don’t say a word, but Ben seems to instinctively know what I’m after. He slides behind her, his body cupping her own and holding her up. He shifts her forward until her legs are dangling off the edge of the bed.

First, I slide her black slinky dress up her thighs. Next, I tug down her sheer black panties. As soon as I have them off, I smell the earthy, intoxicating scent of her. Unable to resist, I cup her pussy with my hand just to feel the heat pulsating there.

“God, you’re wet,” I hear Ben murmur. “You’re soaked, babygirl.”

Cami makes a sound caught somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

Her pussy lips quiver at my touch, and I can’t wait anymore.

I drop to my knees and put my mouth near those delectable, trembling lips, inhaling the sweet musk of her arousal.

Ben’s right—she’s so wet I know it’ll show on the sheets if I don’t get busy.

I meant what I said—I live to please my partner, and I’ve come to love Camille Rodgers.

I haven’t said the words yet, but I try to show her in every door I open, with each time I try to take care of her.

And I’m determined to take care of her right now, to bring her pleasure until she can’t take any more, until her throat is raw with screaming.

I kneel on the floor and part her thighs.

I take one more deep breath, spurred by the scent of her intensifying nectar.

Then I dive in—my tongue slides in-between her pussy lips, and I lap up her sultry heat.

I can feel her legs quiver as I brush my tongue over her clit.

“That’s it, baby. Let him devour you. I want to see how beautiful you are when you break for him.”

She’s close—I can tell she’s holding back, but as I suck her clit into my mouth, her thighs grow taut, then begin to quiver.

“You want to come, don’t you, sweetheart? Let go, honey. Give yourself over to it and come for us.”

I sweep my tongue over her engorged clit, then I begin to suck intensely. I can feel her begin to shatter.

“That’s it,” Ben says. “That’s a good girl. Come for us, baby.”

She shrieks—it’s a full-bodied keen of pleasure that I feel in every part of me. And then she gushes, and I drink deep.

Cami

Ben’s been holding me steady while I rock against him, trembling with the tremors of the most incredible orgasm. Finally, I feel like I’m coming back to myself again, and I tilt my head back and give him a lazy, sated smile.

“You enjoyed that, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur, incapable of words.

“You think you’re up for one more?”

“I think she is,” Ryle says as he comes around the bed. “Lie down, Cami.”

Ben shifts, moving from behind me so that I can follow Ryle’s order. As soon as I do, Ben lies down beside me—but not before removing his boxers.

I watch as Ryle opens his nightstand drawer.

He removes a bottle of lubricant and sets it on the nightstand.

Then he unbuckles his belt—the sound of it hissing as he yanks it through the belt loops makes me shiver.

I can’t take my eyes off him, though, and I’m still watching when he pushes his briefs down and steps out of them.

Then he picks the lube back up and pops the cap.

I hear the sound of squirting before I see the generous amount in his palm.

He grins at me, acknowledging that he has my full attention as he begins to stroke his hard shaft. By the time he’s finished, it’s glistening. Then he tosses the bottle overhanded.

I turn to face Ben, who has caught the lube. He repeats the same process, and I watch as he applies it to his hard cock.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me, his voice thick with arousal.

“You just want to come,” I say with a laugh.

“Hey.” He frowns, and I feel the immediate sting of a spank. “Don’t talk back.”

I pout as my butt tingles. “Ow.”

“Just remember who’s in charge.” He leans forward and kisses me.

“That’s right—the two of us,” Ryle says, and I feel the heat of his body as he slides into bed behind me.

This is a new feeling—a first for us. Grounded between the two of them, I feel like the center of the very universe. It would be overwhelming if it wasn’t the exact thing my soul craves.

“Are you ready?” Ben asks, his eyes dark with desire.

I feel the tip of Ryle’s cock whisper against my ass, asking the very same question. “Yes,” I near-whisper, so excited I can hardly stand it. “I’m ready.”

There’s no more talking. Words cease to be necessary. Ryle nips my shoulder blade and begins to suckle. Then I feel his hands spread my ass cheeks and I feel the coolness of his cock. He presses gently, just making contact.

Meanwhile, Ben enters me with a single thrust that makes me gasp. As he pumps inside me, I feel the head of Ryle’s cock circling my asshole. When he thrusts into my ass, I reach out and grasp Ben’s shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s too much,” I gasp. “I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

“Calm down,” Ryle says softly in my ear. “Let us decide what you can take.”

“But—”

“Shh. Trust us, babygirl.” Ben says before pressing a finger to my lips.

Then he begins to move inside me again, his thrust pushing me toward Ryle, who pushes me right back. Then Ryle is kissing my shoulder, my neck, anywhere his lips can reach as he holds me by the hips.

As Ben thrusts inside me, his right hand is caressing my breast and pebbling my nipple. It’s sensation overload, but in the best possible way.

They promised I’d have another orgasm, and as I move between their two bodies, I feel one building.

My muscles tighten, and my pussy clenches Ben’s cock.

I should hold back for them. But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I dismiss it.

I’m the luckiest girl in the world, with two men who only care about my pleasure.

Which is good, because as Ryle nibbles and kisses with his cock possessing my ass, Ben pinching my nipples while my pussy holds tight to his cock, I can feel that it won’t be long.

My body tightens like a vise. That’s my first sign.

But then I begin to spiral. The two of them never lose their rhythm.

They seem to be in synchrony, sharing me between them as though they’ve been doing it for years.

I entwine my fingers in Ben’s hair, and I begin to let go.

I rock my hips, pushing myself onto Ben’s cock, and he thrusts back, pushing me toward Ryle.

It’s one euphoric sensation atop another until I can’t hold back another second.

I begin to unfurl with a mewl that becomes a groan as I feel my body tingling all the way down to my curling toes.

“Come for us, baby,” Ben growls while Ryle bites my shoulder.

I throw my head back as my body arches. But while I’m shaking with my release, I’m still being ricked between the two of them. Ben cracks next, moving inside me with frenzied thrusts before he groans his release.

Ryle doesn’t make a sound, but I feel the way he seizes behind me, the way his teeth dig deeper until it hurts just a little. Then he lets me go, and the three of us lay together—sweaty, exhausted, and completely sated.