Page 76 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"Then what is, sweetheart?" Clark said, wiping my mouth with a bib and kissing me on the cheek.

"It's everything and nothing," I said after thinking about it for a beat, trying to put my thoughts into words. "I almost lost Daddy Nick, but in the end, everything turned out well. I feel so loved by the two of you even when you don't do anything in particular. It's in small things, like the way you just kissed my cheek and the way Daddy Nick just pretended to be dead. Watching Daddy Nick happy again brings me such joy. I initially feared having two Daddies would lead to disaster, but you two get along so well. Sometimes I wish I could communicate with Jenna from the past when I was locked up in the basement. I wish I could tell her everything was going to turn out fine in the end, that I would end up with not just one, but two Daddies of my dreams. Sometimes I pinch myself to check if this is still reality, or if I'm still locked up in a basement in the cult hallucinating my perfect life. I guess I just got very lucky to have you stumble into my life. I know it sounds silly. I guess I'm just very happy."

Clark shook his head. "Not at all. We're the lucky ones, sweetheart. Had you not come into our lives, Nick here would still be blaming himself for his friend's death and I'd still be trying to have vanilla relationships. You bring out the Daddy in us just by being yourself. We need you just as much as you need us."

"About that," I said. "I can't thank you enough for taking me in when I had nowhere to go, and for saving my life from Otis. No matter how many times I tell you, it isn't going to be enough. You've even helped Daddy Nick heal from his wounds. Everything's going so great in life. Everything except a mad man on the loose who wants to kill me."

"Don't you worry about him," Nick said with a scoff. "We'll kick his ass the next time he tries to come near you. He isn't ready for our wrath. Your Daddy's been teaching me some moves he's learned on the streets a decade ago. You just wait and see."

I loved my Daddies so much. They knew just the right thing to say. I wanted the threat to end so badly. I deserved a life of calm and peace with my Daddies after everything I'd gone through, to grow old with them and watch our love grow. Now if only the masked man would make a mistake so my Daddies could catch him and do the promised ass kicking.

When they were lost watching the much-awaited football match that night, I watched them from a distance in amusement as they cheered and high-fived each other. They looked so silly with soft drinks attached to their caps and drinking them out of straws. I didn't get sports but it seemed to be a good bonding moment for my men.

While they were too busy to notice, I took a nice long bath upstairs and got dressed in the fanciest clothes I owned, a long red gown. I put on makeup like Daddy Nick had taught me and then tied my hair in a ponytail. I hadn't dressed up as a big in such a long time now that it was too dangerous to leave home, even for work. But it was exciting to surprise my men for a change.

I climbed into bed and bounced on it, giggling at how dizzy it made me feel. Then laying on the bed, I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was about time and the match would end any minute. My heart raced in my chest picturing the one thing I was so eager to make them do. They couldn't say no, not after promising I had full control.

The smile on my face grew wider when I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom. The door flew open and there they were, my handsome men who'd promised me a night of passion.

"Told you we'd win," Clark said, walking in absent-mindedly and stopping in his tracks when he noticed me.

"You look so pretty, darling," Nick said, crossing the distance and brushing his lips against mine in a soft kiss.

"But why are you all dolled up, sweetheart?" Clark said, climbing in and kissing the top of my head. "That's no way to go to bed."

"Go to bed?" I asked with a laugh. "No, Daddy. It's time for the reward I was promised for eating veggies."

"Reward?" Clark blinked at me and looked at Nick. "Nick, do you have any idea what she's talking about? We're not the kind of Daddies who reward their girl for such a thing."

"No idea, Clark." Nick shrugged and shook his head before looking down at me. "Are you sure you didn't dream about getting a reward? You do that sometimes when you nap too long."

So that's how they were going to play it.

"I didn't dream it!" I said angrily. "I want the reward I was promised, and I want it now!"

"Let's vote then," Clark said. "Raise your hand if you think no reward was promised."

They both raised their hands and my jaw dropped at their betrayal.

"Well, that settles it," Nick said, laying in bed and closing his eyes. "Goodnight everyone."

"Daddies, you tricked me." I crossed my arms and pouted. "I should've known. Well, I'm never eating another veggie again for the rest of my life. In fact, I'm going on a hunger strike until I get the reward I was promised."

Nick opened his eyes and chuckled as he looked up at me. "Aw, sorry, sweet bunny. It was your Daddy's idea to tease you. He's to blame."

"Me?" Clark clutched his chest and fluttered his eyelashes innocently. "Liar! Don't you believe him, Jenna. It was his idea."

I giggled. "I love how silly you both are. I love you so much, Daddies."

"We love you too." Clark gave me a quick peck on the lips as Nick sat up in bed.

There was lust in both their eyes, and I felt powerful knowing I was the reason for their arousal.

"So, your wish is our command." Nick ran a hand up and down my thigh. "Wasn't that what was agreed upon?"

I nodded. "I want you to kiss each other first."

Nick's eyes widened as he gaped at me. "Where's this going, darling?"