Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
Suzie
My stomach is uncomfortably full after the amazing meal I shared with the two men, and the living room is warm and inviting. The soft glow of the candles Dexter lit cast dancing shadows on the walls. Pete's already in the corner, fiddling with my speaker dock.
Smooth, gentle music hums through the space, wrapping us in a cocoon of comfort. Dexter busies himself in the kitchen, boiling water for tea, and I can't help but watch him as he moves. He's so at ease here, humming under his breath, and it makes my heart twist in a way I don't know how to explain.
I sink into the oversized couch, curling my legs beneath me. Pete joins me, sitting close enough that his thigh presses against mine. "Warm enough?" he asks, his voice low and soothing.
I nod, managing a small smile. "Yeah, this is perfect."
Dex walks in a few minutes later, carrying three mugs. "Chamomile for the lady," he says, placing a mug in my hands, his grin playful. "And coffee for those of us who feel like being up for the rest of the night."
"What do you two plan on doing for the rest of the night?" I tease, though the words feel thinner than I'd like. I take a sip of the tea, its warmth blooming through me, and tuck myself further into the cushions.
Dex flops onto the couch, his arm draping lazily over the back. "Maybe we plan on doing you, and need all the energy we can muster."
Our laughter fills the room, but as much as Dex is teasing, I can't help but feel my body heat up at the thought of their combined attention on me.
"So..." Dex begins, stretching the word out with exaggerated flair, "movie, board game, or should we just spend the evening talking about how sexy you find me?"
Pete snorts. "Option D. None of the above." His gaze slides to me, soft but sharp in the way only Pete can manage. "Unless Suzie has a preference?"
I shake my head quickly. "I'm good with whatever you two want."
Pete studies me for a beat longer, his brow furrowing slightly. "You sure? You okay, baby?"
I feel my chest tighten, the words lodging in my throat. "Just tired, I guess," I mumble, taking another sip of tea as if it could fill the hollow space inside me.
"Then tired wins," Pete decides, shifting closer. He pulls a throw blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over me. "Let's just relax."
Dex shrugs, apparently content with the plan. He tugs off my socks, and before I can protest, he pulls my feet into his lap. "You look like you need a foot rub," he says, his grin unrepentant.
Pete chuckles and leans back, his hand finding its way to my hair. He starts to comb through it gently, his fingers dragging in slow, soothing motions that make me melt against the cushions.
The intimacy is almost overwhelming. Dex's thumbs press into the arch of my foot, and Pete's hand in my hair is grounding, and comforting. They're both so present, so attentive, that it should make me feel safe. And it does—mostly.
But the guilt is there, gnawing at the edges of my contentment.
"I've been thinking," Pete says, breaking the silence. "You've been so focused on work that we haven't had a lot of time for fun."
"What did you have in mind?" I ask, not opening my eyes as I enjoy Dex's hands on my feet.
"I don't know. Maybe a small trip? A few days away, somewhere quiet, scenic? We could rent a cabin outside the city. Something relaxing that will give us the time alone together."
Dex hums in agreement. "I could get behind that."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, not brave enough to open my eyes. "I know you guys came here for me, and I've not given you an awful lot of my time." Of course, I need to add some more guilt on top of the enormous pile of ick already suffocating me.
"Hey," Dexter calls, his hands still on my feet. "Sunshine, look at me, please."
Forcing my eyes open, I do, though I’m worried about what I might see.
Instead of the censure I deserve, I find nothing but understanding and kindness.
"Sunshine, we came here without giving you any warning. You just started a new job. We never expected you to drop everything for us. We're here to make things work. However that works. There will be no guilt over giving your career the attention it deserves. Do you understand me?"
His hands clutch my ankle, holding tight as if his grip can convince me to take his words in.
I look down before whispering, "Yes."
"Hmmm," Pete hums. "I don't think our girl realizes how things work, babe." There's a lilt to his voice, one I recognize from our time together before our breakup, but even more from our recent night together.
Pete has his bossy voice on. The one that never failed to make me wet and hungry for him.
"You know what, baby? I think you're right. We'll have to show her," Dexter responds as his hands crawl up my legs to my thighs.
My stare is focused on his hands and their trajectory, my heartbeat picking up as my breathing increases.
"Is that what you want, sunshine? Your Daddies to show you who's really in charge? So you can stop worrying about everything for a bit?"
Fuck, that sounds so great.
At this moment, there's nothing I want more than to just stop thinking for a bit. To just have the decisions taken out of my hands, allowing me to just be .
"Yes, please," I whisper, my words so soft, I'm not sure they can hear me. But from the expression on Dexter's face, and the low growl coming from Pete, they understood my surrender well enough.
"Yes, what, babygirl?" Pete asks, his voice hoarse and growly, sending a rush of heat to my core.
Swallowing down my nerves, I look at him, holding his gaze. "Yes, Daddy."
"There's my good girl. Now, are you going to let Dex make you feel good?"
I nod in response to his question and he moves closer, bending over me to reward me with a deep, breathtaking kiss.
Dexter's hands move to the waistband on my leggings, encouraging me to lift my ass so he can pull them down. Once he tugs them off, Pete lifts my t-shirt over my head, leaving me sitting in my very plain, white cotton set. But from the way these two were staring at me, it might as well have been the sexiest lingerie in the world.
"Panties next, sunshine," Dexter orders and I rush to lift my ass again so he can slip them down my thighs. "Fuck," he hisses when my bare pussy is revealed to him. "I know we've been here before, but holy fucking shit, sunshine. You're pure perfection."
Pete stands behind Dexter, his hands on Dex's shoulders, his stare focussed on me, the intensity in his expression only increasing my need.
"Please, Daddy," I whine when both men just stay there, staring at me.
"Please, what, babygirl?" Pete asks. "Tell your Daddies what you need."
I shake my head, not sure how to put what I want—what I need—into words. "I... You. I need you," I finally push out. "However I can get you."
How the hell have they gotten me this horny by just undressing me, and staring at me? Is this more fucking pregnancy hormones messing with me?
"Don't worry, sunshine. You'll have us," Dexter promises before pushing my legs wide, grabbing my hips and pulling me down the couch so my ass hovers over the edge. In one swift move, he lands on his knees in front of me, his face hovering inches over my bare, dripping core.
Without warning, he dives right in. His mouth latches onto my wet pussy, licking at my clit, before pushing his tongue between my lips, fucking me with his tongue.
Pete holds onto Dexter's head, directing him with his grip and softly growled orders.
Within what feels like mere seconds, I'm crashing into an orgasm that shakes my foundations, but Dexter doesn't stop. At Pete's urging, he continues to fuck me with his tongue, lapping up all my arousal and pushing me straight from one climax into another.
"That's it. Such a good girl for your Daddies," Pete whispers, the words said with a reverent air, his voice hoarse as he watches me fall apart for his boyfriend.