Two Dads for Christmas

by Kate Richards

  When they parted, Jorell took his place, kissing her, leaving her breasts free for Zach to explore. He lifted one, hefting its weight in his palm and drew the tight nipple into his mouth. He lapped at it with the flat of his tongue and nipped, chuckling when she jumped. Then biting down again, a little harder. She squirmed and broke away.

  “Zach!”

  “You taste too good.”

  “Doesn’t she?” Jorell asked.

  “So sweet.”

  “Guys, I’m not a candy cane,” Lauren protested, but she didn’t try to stop them.

  Zach lifted her other breast toward his friend. “Help yourself. Two boobs, no waiting.”

  Her laugh stopped when Zach drew her left nipple back into his mouth and Jorell took her right. Her breasts had never been all that sensitive and she didn’t know whether it was the pregnancy or the fact that two of the hottest men she’d ever met were sucking on her nipples but, “Stop, or, or….”

  “Or, what, baby,” Zach murmured around her nipple, the vibration of his words traveling right to her soaked pussy.

  “Or….” She threw her head back, too turned on to be embarrassed. “Or you’re going to make me come.”

  “Mmm,” Jorell murmured, sending another thrill into her girly parts. “Many times, I hope.” But as her hips rocked toward them in mute plea, he released her aching tip and sat up. “But not yet.”

  The other man, to her distress, did the same. Why had she told them to stop? Stupid, stupid.

  She whimpered.

  “Honey, we haven’t even finished undressing you yet.” Jorell stood and tugged her to her feet, facing the couch. “We want to taste every inch of you. Ready, my friend?”

  She parted her lips to answer then realized he hadn’t spoken to her. At Zach’s nod, he released the zipper at her lower back and her dress fell to the floor, puddling around her feet. She wore only the tiny panties and ridiculous waterproof boots she’d failed to remove when she arrived. Her cheeks heated but neither of the men seemed disturbed by her unsexy shoes. At least her footwear distracted from the slight roundness of her belly. With one night together, she didn’t care to explain her special situation to the men.

  “Sit down, baby.” Zach pulled her to his lap and Jorell dropped to his knees in front of her, easing off her boots and tossing them to the side. “Almost done, J-man.”

  “True, that. Let me have those panties, honey. You won’t need them tonight.”

  Her breath stalled in her chest as he drew the black lace down her legs and off. “Guys, I’m not sure I—”

  The fishing guide rested her back against him, cupping her breasts in his calloused palms while the Caribbean sex god urged her legs apart.

  “Not sure,” Jorell asked, his nose inches from her aching pussy. “Of what?”

  She had no idea. Her knees fell to the sides and he took advantage, gliding a finger in her wetness and lifting it to his lips. “Honey, you’re as sweet as sugar. Want some, Zach?”

  At the other man’s nod, he gathered more of her juices and held the digit up. Zach bent forward to take it, sucking it clean under her hungry eyes “Sweet, for sure.”

  God, how could she ever walk away from these two?

  Zach nibbled at the shell of her ear. “What do you want, baby?”

  Jorell nuzzled her pussy and she thrashed. “I want it all.”

  “Be careful what you wish for,” he said. “You might get it.” He extended his tongue and used it to make her scream. In the best way possible.

  Jorell pried Lauren’s thighs from the sides of his head and drew back, watching her chest rise and fall in the firelight. Zach’s lightly tanned hands against her milky-white breasts created an image worthy of a photographer’s lens. Not that he’d want to share the night, not even with a camera. He memorized their faces. One night, no more guaranteed or implied. But a guy could hope.

  “What do you say we take this to the bedroom?” he asked.

  Lauren struggled to her feet. “Let’s do that. First one naked and in bed wins.” She spun from left to right. “Where is the bedroom?”

  Jorell laughed. “Like we’d tell you.” He scrambled for the stairs, excited, carefree, and ready to see where the evening would take them. Halfway up, a hand closed around his ankle and pulled him to a stop. He tussled with Zach for a moment, struggling to gain purchase, to be the first upstairs.

  “Excuse me.” They both stopped as Lauren moved past them. “I’ll see you there.”

  Choking on a laugh, Jorell sat back on the step. “She’s going to win.”

  “So far,” Zach said, grinning down at him, “I’d say we’re all winners.” He held out a hand and tugged him to his feet. “But I won’t say no to a naked Lauren—about anything.”

  Side by side they mounted the last few steps and, sure enough, Lauren lay on the red and green comforter, one leg bent at the knee, giving a dazzling view. The girl they thought they knew had fallen away to reveal a vixen whose eyes sparkled even in the low light granted by the top of the Christmas tree.

  “’Bout time, gentlemen. I thought I would have the place all to myself.” Under his fascinated gaze, she slid her palm down her slightly rounded abdomen to the glistening place between her legs. His cock twitched, pressing against his zipper.

  “I don’t know what you’ve done with our friend, sweet Lauren,” Zach said, struggling out of his clothes at lightning speed. “But we like you, too, sexy Lauren.”

  She shook her head. “Jorell, if he continues teasing, we’re voting him out of the loft.”

  “You heard the lady, Zach. Behave.” Jorell unbuttoned his cuffs and began to loosen his tie. As he unfastened his collar and began the long journey down the front of his brushed cotton shirt in a slow, methodical fashion, the other man catapulted onto the bed and drew Lauren into his arms. He smothered her with kisses while she clung to his neck.

  Zach in bed was a whirlwind of energy Jorell wanted to harness for his own pleasure. Still, seeing the two of them together made him happy in a way he’d never experienced before, like watching two parts of himself waiting for the third.

  “Oh, fuck it.” He ripped the rest of the buttons free and shoved his pants to his feet, tripping as he tried to get his slacks, shoes, and socks off at the same time. Sprawling over the foot of the bed, he accomplished his goal and joined them.

  “No briefs,” Lauren said and Zach grabbed the waistband and pulled Jorell’s underwear off, tossing them to the side. “Now, we’re all equal.”

  Equally naked.

  They landed on either side of her again, masculine bookends to her feminine curves. It just happened that way, but before the night ended, Jorell wanted to cross the divide and spend some time in the arms of the hard-bodied fisherman.

  Zach kissed her, long and slow, only his hard cock twitching against her thigh indicating the restraint he showed. Before he could think twice, Jorell reached over her body and closed his fist around the pale length, gliding up and down, in no hurry, getting to know him. Zach grunted and rocked into his palm, a trickle of precum lubricating the strokes. Jorell’s world focused on getting that hardness into his mouth, or elsewhere. When a small hand clenched around the base of his own cock, he gasped in pleasure.

  They broke their kiss and Lauren dragged on his cock. “I want to…to….”

  “I get it, honey.” Letting go of the other man, he shifted onto his knees and straddled her shoulders, directing his dick into the O she made with her lips. Instant heat surrounded him and he held still, not wanting her to feel suffocated or overwhelmed while she adjusted to his length. Enough women—and men—had commented on his size for him to be aware he had more in his pants than average.

  She licked around the head and took him in, a bit, then out, deeper each time, fisting the base and squeezing it in time with her sucking. The woman was a master and he clutched the log headboard, doing his best not to fuck the hell out of her mouth. “Honey, I can’t wait.” Control slipping, he backed away and re
ached for a condom from the bedside where someone thoughtful had left a whole basketful. That someone had a lot of confidence in their performance.

  Scooting down, he rolled the condom on and urged her thighs wider apart. “You’re so wet, so ready for me, for us.” From the corner of his eye he saw Zach, hand moving, clenching and releasing his own shaft, gaze fixed on them. He didn’t appear disturbed that Jorell went first and he planned to make it up to him as soon as…. “Don’t take it over the top, Zach. I have plans for that.”

  “No problem, so do I.”

  Jorell tensed. He had a feeling the other man had plans for his ass, not his usual position. But the way he felt that night, he’d take it anywhere Zach wanted him to, and give as good as he got.

  “We all have plans,” Lauren murmured. “Want to act on them?”

  With a sharp thrust, he penetrated her, and she cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist. Wet and tight. Afraid of hurting her, he slowed, but she drummed her heels on his butt and he thrust again, deeper and faster, heat filling his body. He bent and took her mouth, kissing her hard and plunging his tongue in rhythm with his cock. So good, so tight so….

  “Aahhh.” His cum streamed into the condom, pouring out faster than ever before, and Lauren shrieked and dug her nails into his back as they clung together and rode out the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.

  He dropped to the side, panting, his heart thudding in his ears. Lauren curled into a ball and closed her eyes. “I don’t know how many more like that I can take in one night.”

  Zach chuckled, a low sound that made Jorell shudder. “We’ve just begun. This is an Alaskan winter one-night stand.”

  Chapter Five

  Lauren sucked in a long breath and let it out. “Okay, but I’m gonna need a break here. You two think you can amuse yourselves?” She padded off to the bathroom and they were alone.

  What a woman. Zach had never imagined if he got the two of them in bed each would be so giving. How many women would be suggesting such a thing?

  Jorell moaned. “I take back what I said before. Feel free to do whatever you want, Zach. I need a break, too.”

  “Oh no.” He stood and rounded the bed. “I waited my turn. Now I want it.”

  “But I’m not eighteen anymore, I need at least ten minutes here.”

  “Yeah, you’re what? Twenty-Six? Twenty-Seven?”

  Jorell growled, “Twenty-eight.” Sitting up, he pulled off the condom, tied a knot in it, and threw it in the wastebasket.

  “Okay, Grandpa.” Zach joked, but he intended to have his share of fun. The night might be long, but…. “I’ve been patient. Now, what were you saying about having plans for me?” He waved his aching dick in the other man’s face.

  Jorell cupped his sac. “I do, and they start with these.” He mouthed and licked the balls until Zach grabbed his ears and tugged him higher. Flashing a grin, Jorell went to work and took the cock so far down his throat it didn’t seem possible, but felt so good. In and out, he worked every inch with tongue and mouth, a light graze of teeth that sent pleasure racing to the far parts of Zach’s body and back again.

  “God, I’m going to come.” He rested his hands on the other man’s shoulders and locked his knees to stay upright as the cum boiled out and left him limp.

  Gliding to the tip, Jorell released his cock and gave it one last lick. “Before we take this too far, what were your plans?”

  Zach sank to the bed and smiled at him, relishing the heat in the deep blue eyes and the flush visible even under his mocha complexion. “More than we can do in one night,” he murmured. “Even one this long.” He bent to kiss the full lips and soaked in the sensations, the taste of Lauren and Jorell and his own essence all brought together, and warmth suffused him. He’d never experienced such a sensation of rightness. Of being where he should be. Of peace. He rested his head on Jorell’s shoulder and soaked it in.

  “Zach, how long do you think Lauren is going to stay in the bathroom?”

  He straightened. “I don’t know. Should we go knock?” How long did women stay in the bathroom? At home, he’d never noticed his mother spending much time in the outhouse.

  “No, I’m here.” She came back into the room, wrapped in a white robe. “Sorry, where were we?” Her voice was hoarse, her color greenish even in the dim light.

  “Honey, what’s wrong?” Jorell hurried to meet her and led her back to the bed. She slumped between them, her head low.

  “I’m okay, just a little off. Give me a minute and I’ll be fine.” But she shivered and her forehead was clammy when Zach checked her for a fever.

  “No, we need to take you over to the lodge and get you checked. What did you eat?”

  Jorell rubbed her back in slow circles. “Did you drink too much?”

  “I said I’m fine. Can’t you just let it go?”

  The two men looked at each other over her head, at a loss.

  After a long moment, she sighed. “I’m sorry. Really though, I’m okay. And there’s nothing you can do anyway.”

  Zach tipped her chin up to meet her blue gaze. “What are you talking about? Of course we can’t help if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

  Could she? Their concern and warmth drove her to want to share, to tell something only the adoption agency lady knew so far. But her sense of practicality insisted otherwise. After tonight, they’d all go back to being co-workers for a while. Oh, maybe they’d get together again, but it wouldn’t be smart.

  Because after the holidays, Zach would return to the wilderness, Jorell would take off to find those properties, and she’d be all alone, arranging to give away her baby.

  It sucked.

  Sniffing back the tears that hovered too close to the surface, she tried to smile at them. To reassure. She parted her lips to suggest something sexy, but not a thing came to mind

  And when Jorell wrapped an arm around her and hugged her close, the sobs broke free. Weeks of keeping her secret, of trying to make the best decision for her and her child came roaring out in a howl of primeval pain.

  And he didn’t ask, just held her, Zach patting her back and muttering nonsense syllables while she shuddered and wept. They didn’t know what was wrong; only wanted to make her feel better.

  By the time the last tear dribbled down her cheek to soak her robe, she’d made a decision. And why not tell everyone? Because they’d all know soon enough. After all, even when she returned, her aunt would know that she had a great-niece or nephew.

  She sniffled and straightened. “Well, I have to thank you both. How many women are comforted by two handsome, naked guys?” A desperate giggle rippled to the surface. “Are you sure you want to hear my troubles?”

  They closed their arms around her, two powerful hearts beating in time with hers.

  “Honey,” Jorell said, “If it troubles you, it troubles us. While this is all pretty new to me, I think we’re more than just co-workers.”

  Zach stood and offered her a hand. “Let’s go downstairs and sit by the fire. Maybe some more hot cocoa? And there are cookies in the kitchen.”

  Her empty stomach growled and she accepted his grip and had soon settled on the couch with a mug of the rich hot chocolate and a plate of the cookies that tasted better than anything else she’d had in weeks. “I think the polar bears taste the best.”

  Jorell dipped a cup of wassail and sat beside her. “So when’s the baby due?”

  “June.” She blinked. “How did you know?”

  “Good guess. Nausea, the cocoa instead of the wassail.” He rested his head on her shoulder. “What I don’t understand is why you didn’t tell anyone. You can’t hide it forever.”

  She dunked a cookie and bit the head off. “I had contacted an adoption agency. They were going to send me somewhere for a while, supposedly for work. Then, when I came back, no baby, nobody the wiser.”

  Zach blew out a breath and paced in front of them. “And you’re giving up the baby?” His distress heartened her.<
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  “No, not now.” She sipped at her drink. “I realized I can’t. She may not have all the advantages the agency promised in adoptive parents, but she’ll have me. I’ll love her. And my parents. And Aunt Kathryn and Uncle Nick.” Not entirely confident in her abilities, she did feel sure of her decision.

  Zach leaned between them over the back of the sofa. “And me. Lauren, this week with the two of you has answered the biggest question in my life.”

  “Which was?”

  “Do I want to be with a man or a woman. The answer is, I want to be with the two of you.”

  Jorell petted her hair. “And I thought I had no questions, but all the answers. My career occupied all my time. My life completely lacked balance.”

  Was he saying…. “And we give you balance?”

  “Exactly. I had to come to the coldest place on earth—”

  Zach climbed over the couch, squeezing between them. “Castle isn’t the coldest place. In fact, one of those locations you are headed for is—”

  Lauren clapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t do that to him. Do you want him to race back to the Caribbean and leave us behind?” Their happiness washed over her. She remained single, still going to raise a baby on her own, but her support system had expanded. “We have hours left in our night. What should we do next?”

  And maybe the gleam in the indigo and green eyes held the promise of even more than one night.

  Epilogue

  Lauren pushed the stroller toward the throne, where a red-suited and very padded Nick Castillo held court. Christmas Eve had never held more magic for her. A full orchestra occupied the stage, and colorfully dressed partygoers swirled by in a mélange of ballroom and more modern dances creating a joyful cacophony on the dance floor.