Double Daddy Trouble

Taking her the way we did felt natural. As if our true primal needs were being met. As if I could enjoy a woman in an entirely different way. Watching her move and quiver because someone else was deep inside her. I didn’t know it would turn me on. I didn’t know I would fucking love it. And I never knew Isaac could be in that equation.

I pushed off the bed, grabbed my boxer briefs, and walked out to the kitchen. I left the two of them wrapped in a cocoon of scattered sheets. I opened the fridge. Where was the damn beer?

I held up a bottle of wine. It would have to do. I twisted the cork from the mouth and poured a glass.

I leaned against the counter, taking big gulps. I couldn’t believe what had happened.

I knew tonight would go down as one of the most epic sexual nights of my life. I looked toward the hall when I heard footsteps.

I let out a breath when I saw Isaac.

“You drink that stuff?” He pointed to the wine.

“I couldn’t find any beer.”

He shook his head. “She doesn’t have any.”

“That would explain it. Want some?” I offered him the bottle.

He strolled toward me, taking the bottle. He knocked it back, not bothering to use a glass.

He lowered the bottle. “Are we good, brother?”

“It was about Vanessa. This whole thing.”

“I agree, but I—fuck, Dylan. We fucked the same woman. I don’t think we can pretend we didn’t.”

I shifted on my feet. “My cock didn’t go anywhere near your dick. I think we’re good.”

Isaac snorted. “Should it feel weird? Because, I thought it was fucking insane. Hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

I yanked the bottle from his hand to refill my glass. “It was fucking incredible. It doesn’t feel weird. Just don’t think about it. Get it out of your head. We did it for her.”

“Right.” He grimaced, chugging the last drops of wine. “It was all about her. It has to stay that way.”

Tomorrow was the big announcement. Steve had planned a press conference. There was going to be a ring. Vanessa and I had to answer questions about the proposal. How long we dated. How our romance started. I should have been scared as shit. I wasn’t the right candidate for that job. I had it because I out-bid everyone. And now, I couldn’t be happier about it.

Something in me was shaking loose. Something that made me run, was fading. I wanted her again.

“It could have been a one-time deal.” I looked at him.

Isaac rubbed the back of his head. “It’s up to her. But I hope like hell it wasn’t.”

“I know what you mean.” I couldn’t believe I said the words. I lived for one-time fucks.

This was usually the part where I split. I fucked, made sure the girl was asleep,

and I left. But I headed back to the bedroom. It was as if I were drawn to her. Knowing Vanessa was sleeping alone in that big bed, called me. It pulled me.

Isaac was close behind. I knew we wouldn’t discuss it again. There wasn’t anything else to say. He wanted her. He had since he met her. I was getting ready to be publicly engaged to her, so I wasn’t going anywhere.

But somehow we had both ended up in her bed. We both claimed a spot. And neither was about to give her up.

Eighteen

Vanessa

I opened one eye and then the other. Maybe if I took my time, the fantasy would stay around a little longer. I could hold onto it and lock it in the deepest parts of my memory. I’d never dreamed anything so amazing. I’d never felt like a goddess. I’d never felt so worshipped and adored. And holy shit, I’d never had an orgasm that consumed my entire body from fingertips to toes.