Double Daddy Trouble

Isaac came as I did, shuddering with massive strength. He groaned and growled twisting under me as his shaft throbbed with aftershocks. Dylan yanked me from Isaac, tossing me on my back and frantically pinning me under his hard body, pounding his cock inside me.

“Oh shit, Vanessa.” He came with a violent shatter, climaxing rapidly. He nuzzled into my neck, sheathing himself deeper in my pussy.

My eyes opened.

Isaac rolled over next to me when Dylan collapsed on my other side.

“You’re so fucking incredible, baby.” He kissed my cheek. I looked in his eyes. The smoldering darkness was unbelievable.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

I nodded. My body had never been so sore, but it had also never felt so alive. It was surging with life. He had given me a gift. They both had.

“I meant to be more gentle. Will you forgive me?”

I giggled. “It was perfect. No forgiveness needed. I loved it so much.”

Dylan propped up on his side, tracing a line around my nipple. It was still hard and sensitive. I inhaled deeply. My skin felt as if it was wrapped in tiny tendrils of sensation. I had to be glowing and glittery.

“It was perfect. I had no idea what a little she-devil you were.” He winked.

I slapped at him. “It’s your bad influence, Dylan James.”

“Really?” He grinned, showing off his sexy smile. Damn, he was completely edible.

I nodded, my eyes closing involuntarily. I wanted to stay awake and talk. I wanted to tell them they had changed me. But I couldn’t keep my body from falling into a completely satisfied state. I fell asleep nestled between the men who had rocked my world and turned my life upside down.

Twenty-Six

Vanessa

I loved how these strappy black heels looked on me. I parked in my reserved spot under the stadium and took the elevator to the top of the tower.

I was a new woman. A powerful woman. A sexual goddess who had finally spread her wings last night. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Every time I looked in the mirror, all I could see was the way I looked in Dylan and Isaac’s eyes. What was it Dylan said? I was a sex kitten. I giggled as the elevator doors opened. I hoped Candy had a latte for me. I was going to need it to make it to lunch time.

“Good morning,” I sighed, stepping off the elevator.

Candy’s face was pinched together. “Va-Vanessa…”

I was practically dripping in pheromones. I knew it. Knowing how sore I was only a turn on. A beautiful reminder of the night I shared with my men.

I noticed her desk was devoid of coffee. “Can you order some lattes for me?” I asked.

I strolled past the desk, feeling like a damn dominatrix in these heels. Maybe I could call the guys up to the office before practice. Shit. I was getting even naughtier. What could we find to do in my office in thirty minutes? I had to leave the heels on whatever they decided. I smiled wickedly to myself.

“Vanessa…” Candy ran after me.

I walked into my office.

Shit.

“I was trying to tell you.” She stopped behind me.

I stared at my grandmother, sitting behind my desk.

“Hi, Grammy.”