16. Sixteen
Sixteen
Betsy
I sink into the plush armchair, emotionally drained from Grandma’s dramatic fainting spell. She’s physically fine, but Bull was right all along—she’ll never be able to understand what we have.
The house feels eerily quiet now that all the relatives have cleared out.
“That was something.” I snack on one of the cookies I piled onto a plate.
Rocky leans against the fireplace mantel, his expression soft. “I guess Bull was onto something when he said we should wait until after the party.”
Bull kneels before me, taking my hands in his, returning my cookie to the pile. “I’m done hiding how I feel about you, Betsy.”
“I was starting to think you were Mama’s boys,” I tease, but my voice catches.
“Not anymore.” Bull’s thumb brushes back and forth over my palm. “I want to do this right. Public dating, marriage, the whole nine yards.”
“We both do,” Rocky adds. “And you get to take the lead on how fast we get to each step.”
My heart swells at their earnest expressions. But Rocky’s meaningful look makes my stomach flip—he’s waiting for me to share my news.
“Thank you…” I squeeze Bull’s hands. “For standing up to Grandma, for choosing me.”
“Always.” Bull presses a kiss to my knuckles. “No more trying to fix you or hide you.”
Rocky’s gaze is still questioning. Not yet. Instead, I lean forward and wrap my arms around Bull’s neck, breathing in his familiar scent. His arms come around me instantly, strong and sure.
I ask, “Are you really going to be the fantasy man I deserve?”
“Your fantasies… they’re… a lot,” Bull admits.
“You mean the CNC play?”
Bull nods. “Rocky explained it some, but I need to hear it from you. What is it that you want?”
The fact that he’s kneeling before me to hear me out, has my heart ready to explode. And my sex ready to be filled again… this time with someone finishing inside of me. No more messes.
I explain, “We agree ahead of time that you’ll surprise me, wanting sex—”
“That won’t be a surprise.”
“But I’ll resist. You have to force me. But there’s no need to worry, I’m telling you I want it.”
Bull’s expression is etched with concern. “But what if you change your mind?”
“Our dirty little slut will use the safeword,” Rocky says.
Bull clears his throat. “Let’s save that for another time. Tonight, let’s start with a romantic evening—you, me, and Rocky.”
Romantic? What’s wrong with me that I deflate as my fantasies of resistance and force fizzle out? I console myself that a romantic evening would be a great time to tell him I’m pregnant. I shift in his arms, pulling back to search his face. “You mean like… flowers and chocolates?”
“I could run to the store if those would make you happy. Or we could cuddle up in front of the fire and watch Christmas rom-coms.”
Rocky tries to help. “If you’re worried about getting kinky, you could watch while she and I…”
Rocky’s words slow down then he does a verbal about-face as if Bull got to him. He ends his thought with. “You know, we really should get into the kinky stuff slower.”
“We could do a hot chocolate bar.” Bull’s enthusiasm is uncanny. Is he hiding nerves?
Maybe I came on too strong with the kink stuff. “A hot chocolate bar sounds great. I could run to the coffee kiosk and grab some whipped cream and sprinkles and the good chocolate.”
“I was just going to suggest that. While you’re gone, Rocky and I can get the fire ready, lay out some blankets and pillows, and pick a movie.” Bull’s smile is too big. Then again, he knows he’s getting laid tonight.
“Unless you have a favorite.” Rocky is as giddy as Bull.
“Surprise me.” I’m not sure what’s going on, but since neither of them express an interest in going with me, I take the hint that they’re trying to get me out of the house.
The roads are quiet as the snow gently falls. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect.
Inside the coffee kiosk, I flip the switch and the fairy lights we’ve hung around the outside of the service window twinkle to life, casting a warm glow against the dark night. I take a moment to admire the business I helped Jasmine create. With the last few inventory items showing up in a few days, we plan a soft launch next week.
Leaning against the counter, I stare out the window, my breath fogging up the glass. I unlock the pane and slide it open. I can’t believe how much my life has changed. From virgin waitress to auctioned prize to this—a woman balancing between the love of two men, carrying a secret that I still have to tell Bull.
A silent thanks goes out to Bull and Rocky for… everything.
I bask in the joy. The stars wink at me as if sharing that joy as my fantasies come to life.
But cold cuts through my sweater dress while warmth and joy await me at home. I turn to gather a box of sprinkles and other goodies when headlights sweep across the parking lot, blinding me. The car drives toward the kiosk, stops, and two men step out. My heart pounds for a split second, setting my nerves on edge.
Bull’s voice cuts through the night, stern and protective. “You shouldn’t be working alone at night.”
But he told me to—before I can respond, Rocky rushes to the side, appearing at the door on the back side of the kiosk. “Why isn’t this locked?” he chastises, stepping inside. He grabs my wrist firmly. “Do you like being vulnerable?”
I pull away, but Rocky’s hold tightens, drawing me into his body. “You’re not going anywhere.” His voice is low and determined. “Not until I pack that sweet pussy full of cum.”
A shiver runs up my spine and my knees threaten to give out. Rocky steadies me with one arm while getting his cock out with his other.
Bull steps into the kiosk, closing the door. His eyes lock onto mine with the hunger of a starved man.
He steps behind me, grabs handfuls of my dress, and tugs it over my hips, exposing my bare skin to the cool night air. The dress is too susceptible to panty lines, so I’d gone without. His hands find my ass, kneading and squeezing. “Can’t wait to watch Rocky fuck you.”
I love this side of him. My heart races as I realize what’s happening. They’re playing out my fantasy—the best Christmas present ever.
A thrill runs through me, and I remember my role. I struggle in Bull’s grip, trying to pull away. “Stop,” I protest, my voice growing more adamant. “My husband’s waiting for me.”
Rocky slides his finger to my clit, circling and teasing as I squirm. “You’re a little whore. I don’t believe for a second that one man can satisfy you.”
Bull shoves a foot between mine and kicks my feet wider, reaches between my legs, and slides a finger inside of me. My knees threaten to give out again and my hips rock on the two of them. It’s getting harder to play my part.
Maybe I was wrong about what I want. If I don’t resist, I could have an orgasm sooner.
The headlights from their car shut off, leaving us in the romantic glow of the fairy lights.
I stay in the moment, holding myself back from an orgasm, and shove my hips into Bull. With a little bit of space, I reach for my phone that’s somewhere on the counter. “I’m gonna call the cops.”
Bull stumbles backward and releases me. He’s undeterred, stripping his pants and boxers.
“Go for it. They can share our fuck-toy.” Rocky grips my chin, forcing my face up to his. It’s the hand he had in my sex. I smell my arousal and I desperately miss his touch, Bull’s too.
I yank my chin from Rocky’s grasp and glance over my shoulder as Bull hops on the counter, his cock hard and ready. He grabs the can of spray whipped cream I got out, shaking it before coating his cock with a layer of white yumminess.
“You want this?” he taunts.
Rocky spins me around, holds my hands to my chest, and bends at the knees so his cock can slide between my legs. It’s so hard and hot. Can we stop the scene so I can ride him?
The fairy lights and the stars beyond make this too romantic. My core aches with need.
Rocky leans his lips to my ear. “I bet this cum-dumpster wants us to fill her with all the white sticky stuff.”
I have to stop myself from saying yes. “No.” My thoughts are so scrambled, it’s hard to think. “Don’t get my dress dirty.” Not the most genius concern.
Bull leans forward and sprays cream on my cheek. My traitorous tongue darts out to get it but Rocky’s tongue slams into mine, licking the cream before I can. I’m going to die.
Bull shakes his head. “The little slut tried to beat you to it. Scoot her closer.”
Bull spreads his legs to accept me as Rocky shuffles us forward. Bull grabs my hands and places them on his thighs. “Look at me.”
I close my eyes and turn my head to the side. Bull’s busy holding my hands in place as I try to get away, so Rocky grips my chin again, turning me to Bull.
“If you want this cream…” He nods at Rocky who returns his hand to my clit. “You’re gonna have to pay in advance by letting me watch you come.”
Think. Think. Think. Am I supposed to do this? Supposed to object? I’ve lost track of the plan, then I lose track of everything as Rocky shoves his cock inside of me and works my clit with his fingers.
The knot inside of me pulls so tight, I might break. My breaths barely keep up. My gaze moves from Bull’s temptingly decorated cock to his eyes. I’ve never seen this look before.
It’s darker than my fantasies. It breaks me. My body convulses as my climax rips through me. Rocky holds me up, but my head drops. My cheek brushes the spray whip.
Bull fists my hair. “Suck it, bitch.”
I open wide, stretching my lips around his shaft while Rocky works me through the waves of pleasure.
Sweet cream coats my tastebuds while hints of Bull’s pre-cum add a tasty pairing. I can barely stay focused as Bull works my mouth up and down on his shaft.
They drive me straight through the euphoria, building another orgasm in its wake.
“I love you, Betsy. Merry Christmas.” Bull eases his pace, and I hum an incoherent reply on his shaft. My heart is so full, it’s hard to believe this is real.
Bull’s pace hitches, falling out of sync with Rocky. “This slut’s too hungry. She’s swallowing my co—” A garbled sound crushes the rest of Bull’s words as his body stiffens, his salty release fills my mouth, and I take over my motions because he loses control.
It’s real, all right. The good kind of real.
I’m sucking and working my tongue as best I can for not having practice. I swallow but can’t keep up as my own orgasm is teetering on the point of no return.
His seed dribbles down my chin then I fall apart, choking and gagging on his still-hard shaft.
My body bucks and bright light consumes me for a second, followed by darkness.
“Oh fuck, no!” Bull carefully pushes me off of him, jumps off the counter, and dabs my face with a rag. “Hurry, it’s Mom. She didn’t get out of the car yet.”
Rocky freezes with his cock inside of me. I lean over to see. It’s not a joke. Luckily, with the height of her old Cadillac compared to the kiosk window, she can’t see much.
Bull finds the switch for the fairy lights, shuts them off, and positions himself between us and the window while he pulls his clothes on.
Rocky growls, “She stole enough from me. She’s not stealing this.” He thrusts into me.
I could object. I could promise we’ll resume later. But I agree. We’ve waited long enough. Grabbing the back of Bull’s shirt, I angle myself to bury my face in his back.
Rocky follows my lead, shifting us so my weight presses into Bull as he slams into me.
“Mom’s grabbing her purse,” Bull warns. He reaches backward and caresses my arm. “Alright, Rocky, show this little slut how much you love her or you’re going to have to wait.”
Rocky grabs my hips, pumping hard as his cock swells. He’s filling me, stretching me, using me. Exactly what I’ve dreamed of. What I need. And there’s no faking anything.
Except maybe Bull trying to play it cool as he squeezes my arm.
With a cry, I surrender.
Rocky pistons and says, “I love you, Betsy. Merry Christmas.” His warmth sprays into me, reminding me about the baby that’s already there. Shoot! We still haven’t told Bull.
“Hate to rush this, but pull yourselves together, she’s getting out, and she doesn’t look happy,” Bull says.
Rocky slides out of me and shucks my dress down as I right myself.
“I have something that might make her happy.” I peek around Bull, doing my best to ignore how much cum is sliding down my legs.
Bull smiles at me but says, “I seriously doubt that.”
“She’s going to be a grandmother again.”
Bull’s gaze darts from me to his mom and back again.
Rocky busts out laughing.
Bull asks, “Wait. Are you pregnant?”
I nod.
He’s frozen in place. “I’m so fucking happy. Is it mine?”
Rocky says, “Only because you wouldn’t let me make love to her the night of the auction.”
Grandma’s voice interrupts as she approaches. “I thought those were your cars. Is this the place where Betsy’s going to serve coffee naked? She should at least go to the tanning salon if she insists on doing that.”
For the first time, the tacky comment doesn’t get under my skin. I know who I am. And I’m ready to spread my wings.
Bull steps to the side, wrapping an arm around me. Rocky does the same from the other side.
When Grandma gets to the window, Bull says, “No, Mom. I can’t think of any reason she’d have to get naked in here.” He angles his head at me and winks. “But this is the place where we announce our excit—”
I jab Bull hard in the ribs. He coughs and doubles over. What was he thinking?
I’m so shocked, I don’t know what else we could announce. I’m not good at scrambling. “We announce that you can join us for hot cocoa at the house. We’re picking up some toppings…”
“And cream.” Rocky swats my butt.
I squeeze my slick legs together.
Grandma’s eyes flutter closed and she takes a deep breath. “I think I’m going to pass. I’ve had enough surprises today.”
She retreats to her car, Bull pulls me close, and Rocky sandwiches me from behind. Bull kisses me tenderly and slips a hand between us to rub my belly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I hope you keep surprising me. I have a lot to learn from you.”
“We both do,” Rocky says, and we stand there, hugging, trusting, loving. The simplest version of my dreams, and far more fulfilling than I ever imagined.