Double Daddy Trouble

She shook her head. “No. It feels good.”

“And it should. When I touch you, it feels good. When he touches you, it feels good. That’s all we want—to make you feel good. We’re not going to be mad or jealous.”

His hand rested on her knee. He squeezed gently. “Is it starting to make sense?”

“I think so.”

“And when I do this.” He cupped her cheek, brushing his lips over hers. His tongue pushed between her lips, finding her tongue with a single flick. She melted into his lips, falling for his kisses. He broke away. “When I do this, it’s about you and me.”

She nodded. “I understand.” She turned her mouth upward, she wanted another kiss, and Lee answered with passion. He growled, inhaling her lips with a fierce kiss.

“I’ve got some work to do.” He rose from the couch. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?”

“I am. Better than ok.” The more she asked questions, the better she felt. The more she talked to Tyler and Lee, the more she realized they meant every word they spoke. They were happy sharing her. It was an arrangement they enjoyed.

“Do I smell dinner?” Tyler walked into the living room a minute later. He was shirtless like Lee.

“It’s not ready yet. Still in the oven.”

Tyler dropped his athletic frame on the couch and turned on the flat screen TV. “What do you think about basketball?” he asked.

“I’ll watch anything.” She cuddled under his arm, inhaling his clean scent. The shower had been amazing.

The entire night was amazing. There was a new kind of peace that wrapped around her. She had found contentment where she least expected it.

Lee typed furiously on his laptop at the dining room table.

“What’s going on over there, man? Why don’t you take a break?” Tyler asked.

Lee’s brow furrowed. “Because the wording is off on the announcement. It sounds amateurish. I need to fix it. And this has to be official. They need weeks to get this right.”

“Can I help?” Brooke offered. She pushed off the couch and stood behind Lee.

“If you have a suggestion for this.” He pointed to the two

lines of the opening statement. He was right. Whoever had written, had misdirected the speech.

“Can I try something?”

Lee rose from his seat, giving her the laptop. Brooke deleted what was on the screen and started over. Members of the media might only stay for the opening comments. Social media would grab the first seconds and run with them. Lee needed something that would set the agenda for their meeting. The punch needed to come from the beginning, not ten minutes into his talk. And she had a soft spot for the foundation. She wanted it to be their beacon of hope. She wanted other people to see what she saw in them.

“What do you think about something like this instead?” She gave him his seat back so he could read the new introduction she composed.

“Brilliant. Fucking brilliant, baby.”

He had a wide grin on his face.

“Really?”

He stood and kissed her. “It’s exactly what we needed.”

She reeled from the kiss. She was starting to feel like a pinball, bouncing from Tyler to Lee, jolted by passion from each one. She liked how she reacted differently to them. It heightened everything around her.

“Can you put the work away now and feed me?” she asked playfully.

Lee slammed the lid on his laptop.

“Absolutely.” He scooped her up in his arms.