Chapter 10
JANIE
Oh shit. Oh, shit.
Ariel’s right behind me—I should’ve recognized her car when I turned onto her dad’s street, but I was too distracted thinking about fucking her dad.
I’m the worst best friend in the world. I’m going to best friend hell.
The temptation to remain in this driveway, locked in my car forever, is strong. But Ariel deserves not only an apology, but an explanation, if she’s willing to hear me out.
She’s already getting out of her car.
Compounding the problem, the front door to Mr. Capulet’s house opens. He steps outside.
I am smart and capable. I trust myself and the decade-plus-long friendship I have with Ariel.
I get out of my car and wave at Mr. Capulet. “Can you give us a few minutes?”
He nods, a look of concern on his face. As he goes back inside, I catch the silhouette of Tag in the doorway. They’re both worried, ready to step in.
I can do this on my own, though. And I should. I owe Ariel everything, starting with an apology. Turning to face her, I blurt, “I’m so sorry.”
She stares me down, her green eyes assessing me. Folding her arms across her chest, she says, “Sorry for what, exactly?”
“Yeah, um.” I clear my throat and try to gather my words. “I’m sorry for keeping this from you. I even lied at a couple of points. I should never have done that, Ariel, and I hope you can forgive me someday.”
“Look, I already guessed there was something going on between you and my dad. The signs were all there.” She grimaces. “But I’m hurt that you didn’t think you could talk to me about it.”
“I’m so freaking sorry.” I look down. “At first, it was an embarrassing crush, you know?”
She thinks for a minute. “I guess if I had a crush on your dad, I wouldn’t want to tell you, either.”
“Ew,” I say.
“Exactly! See?” She lunges forward and drags me into a tight hug. “Listen, I just want you to be happy. And I want my dad to be happy, too.”
“Truly? Even though I was a shitty friend and lied to you?”
“Truly. I understand where you were coming from. Otherwise, what kind of friend would I be?” She takes a deep breath. “So let’s agree to all be happy for each other, and never, ever talk about details.”
“Understood. One hundred percent.”
“Good.” She steps back and gestures to a car parked on the street. “Am I right in guessing that Tag is here, too?”
“Yeah. That’s his car. Um. I think I’m going to be with both of them.”
She nods as if steeling herself. “Got it. That’s as far as the details go.”
“Yep,” I agree.
“How about you go in and say hi to Tag, and send my dad out here? I have a few words I’d like to say to him, as well.”
CHRISTOPHER
Janie comes to the door. I open it immediately, because of course I was hovering here, waiting for her to approach.
Her lips curve upward in a soft smile. Her dark brown hair is down around her shoulders, and she has on jeans and a red sweater. I want to tug her to me in an embrace, but I hold back.
“Everything’s okay?” I ask.
“It’s okay between me and her,” she says. “She wants to talk to you now, though.”
Of course she does. I touch Janie’s shoulder as I step out of the house and into the driveway.
I face my daughter. “Ariel.”
“Dad.” She puts her hands on her hips. “I’m feeling a little gaslit. That age-gap relationship you talked to me about? It was with my best friend.”
“Yeah. I…” Fucking hell. I hate disappointing my daughter. “I wanted to tell you about it, but it was still new. I needed to figure things out with Janie.”
“You couldn’t talk to me about it first?” Her brow furrows with hurt.
“You’re my daughter, and it isn’t the kind of thing I’m used to talking to you about. This was a big, tangled mess. No matter what I did, I felt like I would fail one of you. Or both of you.”
Her shoulders ease down somewhat, although she’s still frowning. “You wanted to tell me the other day at brunch, didn’t you?”
“I did. But I couldn’t, not without betraying Janie’s confidence. We hadn’t decided anything yet, anyway.” I clear my throat. “It’s still a very new relationship.”
She takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I understand why you kept this from me, and yeah, I wouldn’t have told you about a relationship in its infancy, either. That’s not something we’d share, is it?”
“Not usually, no.” I risk a smile. “That would’ve been like me telling you about my hook-ups.”
“Stop there.” She holds up a hand, a panicked expression in her green eyes. “Janie and I agreed no details, ever. That goes for you too, Dad.”
“Understood.” I open my arms. “Can we hug it out?”
Rolling her eyes, she steps forward. “You are such a dad, seriously.”
“I’m always your dad, Ariel. No matter what. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she grumbles into my shoulder. “Now let me get out of here so you guys can, um, talk.” She stops. “Oh, the whole reason I came here was to bring you some cookies the guys and I made earlier today.”
I wait while she goes to her car. She comes back with two big plates stacked with iced sugar cookies.
She peers past me to the door, which is still cracked open. “One of these plates is for you, Janie,” she says. “I was going to stop at your place next.”
Janie laughs and steps outside to take one of the plates. “Thank you, friend. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Ariel hurries back to her car, and I go inside with Janie, plates of cookies in our hands.
Tag greets us at the door. “Not only did she not rip you each a new one, she gave you cookies?”
“Yep.” Janie takes one off her plate and stuffs it in her mouth. “They’re good, too.”
I close and lock the door behind me, set my plate to the side, and grab Janie’s to do the same. “Now, it’s time to talk.”
Her brown eyes look me up and down hungrily, like she’d rather do something else instead of talk.
“If you look at me like that, doll, we won’t get very far into a conversation.” I stand with my hands on my hips. “This is important—we need to talk before anything else.”
A pink tinge settles over her cheeks.
Tag curls his hand over her blush. “Are you embarrassed, sweetheart? Nervous?”
“Nervous.” She takes a shaky breath. “I don’t want to lose a chance with either of you. But this is such a complicated situation.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” I lead her into the living room. I have to will my cock to settle down when I look at the sofa and remember undressing her there, then eating her out. “It can be easy, if we want it to be.”
“How? You guys haven’t been sharing girlfriends together, have you?”
“No.” Tag sits on the couch and reaches for Janie’s hand. She starts to sit next to him, but he pulls her onto his lap. “And I won’t pretend it’s going to be easy, but we both love you, Janie. We’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.”
“Not only that,” I add, “but what better way to love you and make you happy than by giving you both of us? Anything you want, one of us will always be ready to pamper you, pleasure you.”
“But what about both of you?” Janie’s brow crinkles in concern. “There’s only one of me. How could I possibly be enough, love you enough, to make you both happy?”
My heart squeezes in my chest. It’s just like Janie to worry about something like that.
“It’s not as if you have a finite amount of love to give.” I sit next to her and Tag. “I don’t feel like I’m compromising by loving you with someone else. Do you, Tag?”
“Not in the slightest,” he says without hesitation.
She looks between the two of us. “And, what you said is true? You love me? Both of you?”
“I’ve loved you since you started working for me,” I say. “I tried to ignore it, shove it down, because I thought it wasn’t appropriate. But it’s been there all this time.”
“I never stopped loving you.” Tag squeezes her to his chest. “Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I’ve ever made. I will never do that again, Janie. Never.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears and she reaches for my hand. I envelop hers with mine, running my thumb over her smooth skin.
“So are we doing this?” I ask quietly. “Are you ready to give yourself…to us? Because we’re already yours, Janie.”
Her smile is beatific. “Yes. I’m ready.”
Tag tilts her face toward his and kisses her, long and slow. When he pulls back, she leans toward me so I can kiss her, too. Those sweet lips move against mine. I part them with my tongue so I can taste her deeply. Sugar cookies. Our girl always tastes like sugar cookies.
Our girl. I’m so fucking happy she agreed, I feel like I’m floating, like this is a dream.
She wiggles in Tag’s lap, grinding against him.
“Does our little doll want to be touched?” I rest my hand on her knee.
She nods. “Please, Mr. Capulet.”
All the permission I need. I slide my hand up her dress, eager to reach her warmth. Her panties are already damp as I slide my finger over the lacy edge. Tag grabs her knees and holds her wide to give me better access.
“Lean back against me, sweetheart,” he says in a low voice. “Let Mr. Capulet touch you, don’t fight it.”
She moans as she complies. I ease her panties down enough to give my fingers more room.
She’s so wet, so eager. When I press inside, her cunt flexes around my digits like she’s trying to suck me in.
I lean forward, inhale. Sweet, as always.
I smile to myself when I see the bite marks I left on her yesterday.
Unable to help myself, I turn my head and nip her thigh again.
“Mr. Capulet,” she gasps.
“Yes, doll. Do you need more?”
Her eyes are wild as she nods.
“Doll, I think you should let Tag fuck your ass, while I take this sweet pussy for the first time.”
Her mouth drops open. “I don’t—I don’t know about that.”
“We know,” Tag says. “You can trust your daddies.”
Janie whimpers, her pussy clenching around my fingers. She wants it, too. But I need to hear her say the words.
“Janie, you have to say yes before we start.”
She rocks her hips against my fingers and kisses me, then turns her head so Tag can kiss her, too. Pulling back from his lips, she breathes a single, beautiful word. “Yes.”
TAG
She said yes. Not just to anal, which, fuck yeah. More importantly, she said yes to being with us both.
“Lube,” I say. “We need lube.”
Christopher reaches into the drawer of a side table. Prepared, I see. He brings out a bottle of lube and a few condoms. He leaves the drawer open, and I notice several tissues and a pack of wet wipes.
Super prepared. I’m going to like working with this guy to dominate our little Janie.
I put on a condom and rub lube all over myself and all up and down Janie’s crack. I hold her by the waist so she doesn’t fall onto me all at once—that would be dangerous for us both. Christopher holds her ass, spreading her and helping to keep her lifted at the same time.
She’s so tight, with that stubborn ring of muscle trying to keep me out. She clutches my forearm. “Daddy, it’s hard. You’re too big.”
“Relax, let your daddies help,” I whisper. “It’ll feel good in a minute, sweetheart, I promise.”
I offer her short, slow thrusts before pausing to lube both of us up even more. I hope Christopher’s couch is easy to clean, because it’s going to be covered in lube by the time we’re done.
Once again, I press against her slippery hole, helping to lower her over me at the same time.
The head of my cock pushes in. Janie’s breaths come in short, sharp pants.
“Doing okay?” I ask.
“I think so,” she gasps.
Christopher lets her down slowly. “Let’s see you take a little more.”
“Oh, fuck, oh god.” Janie drops her head back against my shoulder.
We work her carefully, bringing her down and up. Christopher gets more lube and squirts it between us. I play with Janie’s clit, making sure she’s feeling good.
Soon, she’s all the way down, her ass resting against my hips, my cock buried inside her. We hold still, breathing hard.
Christopher looks at where we join, an evil glint in his eyes. “My turn.”
Before he puts on a condom, though, he kneels in front of us and licks Janie’s cunt. She writhes, her ass tightening and hips subtly rocking. Best fucking feeling.
“There we go, nice and wet,” Christopher says, grabbing a condom. His hands moving to his waist as he gets ready for Janie. Then he leans over both of us.
I watch as he guides his cock to her waiting pussy. He taps the head against her clit, teasing her with it before notching his crown at her entrance.
“Are you ready, doll?” He stares intently into her eyes.
She nods. “Yes, Mr. Capulet.”
His smile is triumphant as he surges forward.
I can fucking feel him moving inside Janie. It’s the weirdest fucking thing, and I find myself turned on even more from the reminder that we’re taking her together, at once. We’re giving her everything, filling her more than she’s ever been filled.
As he moves, I do, too. It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm where he pushes in and I pull out, and then we switch. Janie rocks between us, her soft little whimpers fueling my lust.
I know her body and I know her tells. She’s close. Reaching forward, I cup her tits and pinch her nipples.
She comes with a scream, her ass pulsing around me and strangling my dick. It takes all I have to resist coming right the fuck now.
But I’m not ready for the fun to end.
“One more,” I whisper, biting her neck. “You can give your daddies one more.”