Triple Daddy Heat

by Pepper Swan

  “We need to kiss more often,” he muttered as he brushed my lips with his. “I love how your mouth tastes and feels on mine.”

  “Umm, yes, whenever we can,” I told him with our lips still touching, and our bodies pressed together. I moved my hands over his strong shoulders and his back, feeling all those well-defined muscles as I spread my legs wide to ready myself for his beautiful cock. I longed to feel him inside me and tipped my pelvis up, feeling him press against my wet pussy. I was almost delirious with desire now, and his touch sent me closer to that edge once again.

  His fingers lightly ran over my body, giving me goosebumps on my arms and legs. When he cupped my breast and squeezed my taut nipple between his thumb and finger, I couldn’t help but moan my pleasure.

  Then, when his fingers found my entrance and teased my clit once again, my moans deepened and joined his.

  “God, you’re so wet,” he said while he stared into my eyes.

  “That’s completely your fault,” I told him.

  “And I haven’t even tasted you yet,” he said, teasing me with a snarky little grin.

  “I might explode if you do,” I said, tempting him.

  He pressed two fingers deep inside my channel. “You feel like warm silk.”

  “I taste even better,” I moaned, and he went down on me, dragging his tongue along my neck, between my breasts, then kissing my belly, until he spread my pussy open with his fingers. He slowly licked me, lingering on my clit, and gently sucking it into his mouth.

  “Yes!” I yelled. “Oh, fuck yes!”

  In the next moment, he thrust his tongue into me, then out again and back to my clit where he taunted me with a movement that sent me spinning out of control and before I could regain any semblance of coherence, he quickly moved up and entered me with one hard, quick thrust. We both moaned so loudly that if anyone were passing by, they would think we were hurt rather than enraptured in complete and total pleasure.

  When I caught his gaze, I felt as though he had finally captured me and would not allow me to move until we were both completely spent.

  “You’re right,” he growled. “You taste like heat and silky cum.”

  Within moments, his mouth burned into mine once again with a hunger that felt as though he were trying to devour me. I could taste my pussy on his lips, and it excited me even more than I thought possible. We immediately tumbled into a rhythm that rocked the small bed under us, so much so that for a brief second, I wondered if we might break it.

  Before I could think one more thought, he pinned my arms down to the mattress and buried his cock so deep inside me that with each thrust, nothing mattered but the feel of his body on top of mine and the next powerful thrust that shattered my entire body into unrecognizable pieces.

  “Fucking yes!” I yelled out as his own orgasm blew him apart as well, and we both bucked and rocked until our bodies finally let go and relaxed once again.

  I AWOKE SOMETIME the next morning. It was the first full night’s sleep I’d had in days, and the realization that I’d shirked my responsibility with Belle sent a tsunami of guilt through me.

  “Shit!” I said and jumped out of bed as I desperately tried to get my bearings.

  Like a landslide, the events of the previous night dropped into my head while I feverishly got dressed, located my now completely dead phone, used the small bathroom to pee and wash the streaked makeup off my face, and ran my fingers through my tangled hair. Fortunately, I was still one of those women who wore a band around her wrist, so I pulled all my hair back into a totally messy kind of ponytail.

  I looked like shit.

  I felt even worse.

  When I finally hustled out of the barn, I expected to see my horse tied up to the railing where I’d left her, but of course, she was gone.

  “Fine!” I grumbled, knowing that Vince had probably returned the neglected steed to the barn. I was thankful for that. The poor thing must have been desperate for food and water.

  Of course, I had no idea what time Vince moved her. It could’ve been in the middle of the night for all I knew. I couldn’t believe I’d slept so soundly and shirked all my responsibilities. They should fire my ass and kick me out. I wouldn’t blame them if they did.

  My stomach clenched at the mere idea of leaving, and a sense of sadness wrapped itself around my heart.

  The thought of having to leave frightened me. I was falling for them, all four of them, Belle included. If anyone would’ve asked me a few weeks ago about staying in one place and sharing my life with not only one guy but three and a baby, I would have said that person was crazy, that the entire notion was so farfetched that we may as well be living on Mars.

  Now, at this moment, after everything I’d been through in the past couple of weeks, there was no way I wanted to go anywhere but back to the main house and give each one of them a great big wet kiss.

  I was falling for them, hard and fast, and I could only hope that this little neglectful adventure I’d been on hadn’t changed anyone’s mind about me.

  What really mattered now was my finding my way back to the house, which, when I looked around, I could see the ranch house roof off in the distance. The barn had been closer to the house than I thought. At night, it seemed like a good long trek, but now in the light of day, it didn’t seem so bad.

  Still, when I thought about how far off that roof was, I knew it would take me at least ten to fifteen minutes to get there.

  When I finally arrived on the front steps, after slipping several times, rolling down a short embankment, and generally getting the shit beat out of me from nature, I was ready for a shower and a strong cup of coffee.

  As soon as I entered the house, I headed for the kitchen. It sounded as if all three of my luscious techie-cowboys had settled in the kitchen, which meant it still had to be early, or they’d be off doing their daily thing.

  I knew I probably didn’t look too good this morning, but at this point, all I wanted was a cup of coffee, and I’d sneak off for my shower… perhaps one or all of them would join me.

  I clung to that fantasy as I entered the kitchen where not only my three cowboys sat around the table, and Toto raced up to me for some loving, which I gave him, but if I wasn’t mistaken, Rosie stood holding onto Belle as she leaned against the counter next to the sink.

  My throat and my chest instantly tightened in fear.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, picking up Toto and holding him close. He always gave me strength.

  “Megan, you remember Rosie from Last Call. Rosie this is Megan, Belle’s nanny,” Vince said.

  “This is Belle’s nanny?” Rosie said, giving me the once over, a look of disgust flushing over her face. “I don’t want her anywhere near my baby.”

  And in that moment, as Rosie held Belle tighter, my entire world fell apart.

  Boone 14

  I knew Meg had spent the night with Vince out in his special barn, a barn I hadn’t even thought much about until earlier that morning when Vince told me about it being his art studio. Meg looked as if she’d spent the night cleaning that barn or art studio rather than having sex with Vince.

  The weird thing was, I felt no jealousy at all, only envy that I hadn’t been part of it.

  Unfortunately for Meg, this wasn’t exactly a good time for her to look so disheveled when she had to officially meet Rosie, Belle’s on-again beleaguered mother when she was threatening to take Belle back.

  “Rosie here has changed her mind about leaving Belle with us. She claims that we can’t properly care for her,” Boone said. “But we’ve been trying to convince her that you have everything under control, and how it was your idea to take Belle to the ER the other night when she ran a slight fever, right?”

  I could tell by Meg’s facial expressions that she didn’t want to get into the middle of this… whatever this might be.

  “Well, in all fairness, I think it was Vince who decided to drive her over,” she said, giving up the battle before it began.
r />   Ted poured Meg a cup of coffee, added cream and sugar, and handed it to her in a steaming white mug. I stood and followed him over to Meg, just to give her my support against Rosie, who obviously wanted more money, but was using Belle as ransom. I needed to contact our legal team and have them draw up some papers so that whatever happened next, Belle could never again be used as leverage.

  “This might help,” I heard Ted whisper. “Don’t let the bitch win.” Then, in a normal voice, he said, “You’ve been out mucking the stalls all morning, right?”

  I guessed that Meg had no idea what “mucking the stalls” meant, but from the concerned look on her face, I hoped she would go with it.

  “Yes, I’ve been mucking, mucking, mucking… the stalls… all morning, mucking,” Meg said, causing me to cringe. “It’s one heck of a job, but somebody’s gotta do it.”

  Rosie threw me a look. “Yeah, right.” Then she gazed down at Belle, who didn’t appear to be very happy and if I knew that perfect little cringe, she was about to let go of a wail that would blow off the roof.

  Rosie bounced her, and for a moment, that seemed to appease Belle’s frustration.

  “What do you want, Rosie?” Tucker asked, looking as if he’d just stepped out of the shower. His still-wet dark hair was combed straight back, he had a scruffy chin… a new look for him… wore a black tee, jeans and his scuffed black boots. The more we lived out on this ranch, the more Tucker resembled a real cowboy. “Just tell us so we can better understand your sudden love of your abandoned baby girl.”

  “I did not abandon my baby,” Rosie countered. “I just took a break. Now I’m taking her back.”

  “Where’s Milo?” I asked, ignoring what she’d just said. She’d come alone, which meant Milo might have abandoned her. I wondered if somehow he’d also gotten ahold of all her money before he blew away from her.

  Or did she abandon him? I hoped she would be truthful, but the odds of that happening were worse than winning the lottery.

  “We broke up,” she said.

  I had a feeling that was the case. Milo was a shifty asshole… don’t know why we ever hired him in the first place.

  “Who took the money?” Vince asked. I always admired how blunt he could be at the most important times, and this was a vitally important time if there ever was one.

  “What money?” Rosie inquired as if she didn’t know exactly what Vince was referring to.

  “All the stock that Boone gave you?” Tucker added.

  She turned to me. “I thought that was a secret just between us?”

  “Honey, we have no secrets… obviously,” I answered, nodding over at Belle.

  “That’s none of your business,” she said.

  “Okay, so you have no money and no man,” Meg told her.

  “I don’t need a damn man, nor do I need money. All I need is my daughter,” she roared back at Meg.

  “So now you want your baby because you don’t have a guy in your life?” Vince asked, his voice terse with contempt.

  “No, that’s not the reason,” she countered.

  “Then what is?” I asked, knowing that was exactly the reason. She was trying to use Belle as leverage to get more money out of us.

  “I just realized that… well… she needs her mother,” Rosie said, never once looking at Belle.

  As I stood there watching Rosie and Belle, I wondered what I ever saw in her? And why the hell did I ever think I needed to find her and give Belle back to this horrible, cold-hearted woman.

  “Let me ask this question once again,” Tucker said. “What do you want?”

  “I want my baby,” Rosie shot back. “Now gather up all her stuff and load it into my car because we’re leaving.”

  And as if Belle knew what her mom had just said, she let out one of her best ear-piercing wails that startled Rosie. If she could have tossed her on the table, she would have.

  Ted walked over to Rosie. “Let me take her,” he said, as Rosie eagerly handed Belle off to him. “It’s time for her afternoon bottle.”

  “That’ll give me a chance to help load up my car,” Rosie said. “Now if someone would help me gather up some of her things, I’ll be on my way. I’m assuming you don’t want to keep any of the stuff you bought her, and if I know you guys, you probably bought more than she’ll ever need.”

  Meg turned to me. “Can I see you out on the back porch. I have a mucking question, and it’s kind of private.”

  A mucking problem?, I didn’t know much about cowboying, but I knew Meg and a mucking problem didn’t mesh. I couldn’t help but snicker. Still, I had a feeling she had an idea about all this, and I wanted to hear it. “Sure,” I said. “Vince, can you show Rosie to Belle’s room while I… um… take care of this?”

  Vince nodded, grinning, and escorted Rosie out of the room while I stepped outside with Meg. Toto followed us out and dashed down the back stairs to smell and mark everything he could.

  I had to give the little dog credit; he never strayed far from the house nor from Meg. It was as if he knew it might be dangerous out there, and only Meg could keep him safe.

  As soon as the door closed, Meg said, “You need to do whatever you can to get her back with her boyfriend Milo. That’s the only reason she wants Belle. Rosie is one of those women who can’t be on her own. She doesn’t care about Belle or about Milo. Not really. And he probably figured it out. I don’t know what happened to the money, but right now, that’s not important. What’s important is her getting back with Milo. He’s our only hope. Do you know how to get in touch with him?”

  “No, but I think his last secretary at the office probably has his contact info. Even if I call him, what do I say?”

  “I know this is a horrible thing to say, but I have a feeling he’ll react to money. What can you offer him to take Rosie back, and then agree to stay with her for a while? At least until one of you can establish paternity and get legal custody rights that work in the father’s favor.”

  “Cash, stock, whatever it takes,” I told her. At this point, I didn’t care what it took to keep Belle, I’d do it, as I felt certain both Tucker and Vince felt the same way.

  “Perfect, but this time, dole it out in increments so they can’t just blow it all at once. They have to wait around for it every month.”

  “I’ll set up some kind of trust,” I said, thinking we were on to something.

  “Any chance those DNA results came back?”

  “Not yet, and you know we’re checking a million times a day.”

  At this point, it hardly mattered to any of us who was the actual bio-dad. We all loved Belle equally, but I thought I may have loved her more considering I saw her first. Funny how a baby could creep into your heart with something as simple as a smile and from that moment on, you’re a goner. She or he has you wrapped around their little finger, and you’d do almost anything… no, you would do anything for that child to make sure they’re happy, healthy and safe.

  I would’ve never thought anything like that was even possible until I met Belle. It took a little while, and I wouldn’t admit it out loud… at least not yet… but I finally knew what true love was all about. I loved Belle more than I ever dreamt possible, and Rosie would not take her away without a major battle.

  That was for damn sure.

  “Have your lawyer come up with something that’s binding. Something that’s lifelong so they can’t try to litigate the final decision in the future and if they do, they lose everything. Have it drawn up today. I know Rosie is bluffing about taking Belle. I’d stake my life on the fact that her greed is more important than her baby, or why else would she act like this? She only wants money. All we have to do is meet her threshold, and she’ll leave you guys, and Belle alone. I’m sure of it.”

  “I love how your mind works,” I told her, thankful she was in my life. Suddenly not wanting her to ever leave, but not knowing how to tell her.

  “I worked with some of the shrewdest, cutthroat lawyers in San Francisco. They tau
ght me everything I know.”

  “You should’ve been a lawyer,” I told her, meaning every word.

  “Who’s to say I won’t be?”

  “Certainly not me,” I said, then I brushed a kiss on her lips. “Just one more thing.”

  “Sure, what?”

  “You might want to take a quick shower and change clothes.”

  “That bad, huh?”

  “I think you look adorable, but let’s just say it’s not your best nanny look.” I kissed her again and when her sweet lips lingered against mine, I wanted to pick her up and join her in that shower, but I knew I had something much more important to take care of first… but once that was taken care of, and Belle was tucked into her bed in her room in this house where she belonged, nothing would get in our way ever again.

  Meg 15

  When I finally gazed into the mirror in my private bathroom, I scared myself. I was a complete and total mess, not to mention the actual scratch under my chin that had bled and scabbed over. I couldn’t even remember when that had happened.

  I plugged in my useless phone, and before I could peel off my clothes, all of Vince’s text messages came up telling me to contact him, and he’d pick me up.

  A lot of good that did me now.

  Oh, the wonders of a dead phone!

  I couldn’t get into the shower fast enough, and although I didn’t have time to linger, I did anyway. Enjoying how wonderful the water felt as it glided over my body and how fabulous the rich soap felt as I washed.

  It was moments like these when I longed to have my men in my shower with me, but that would only happen if this whole thing with Rosie could be resolved. I simply couldn’t bear it if she was successful in packing up Belle and driving away, to God only knew where.