Page 37 of Doctor Daddies

“I meant,” James continues, his voice dropping slightly as he shifts to the edge of his seat. “Do you think about that night?”

And there it is. The subject broached, the words out. Whatever I’ve been trying to dodge all this time, there’s no way I can avoid it now. I flick my gaze between them, all three of these men watching me as though I’m the most important thing in the world right now, and trace my tongue over my bottom lip as I try to come up with an answer.

“Uh…I…”

I could lie, of course. Could tell them that the night we spent together has never so much as crossed my mind, that I’ve been too busy taking care of my son and trying to handle my life to let myself get drawn back into all of that.

But I can tell that they would see right through me in an instant, because everything I’m trying to keep to myself is written all over my face. How much I want them, how badly I need them, how I would do just about anything to pick up where we left off on that fateful night—and how I know I should be keeping myself under control, despite the need that seems to throb through every inch of me right now.

“Sometimes.”

It’s the closest I can come to the truth, my mouth spilling the word before I can consider how it might sound. A flash of amusement shows in James’s eyes, as though that was precisely the answer he expected.

“And what exactly do you think about it?” he presses, lifting his chin slightly. “You want it to happen again?”

Ross and Cole tense—clearly, this is a matter they’re not sure they are ready for, but neither of them try to stop James or shut him up. Clearly, they’re as curious as he is to find out the answer to that question. It strikes me, just for a moment, how much power I have over them right now. It’s almost dizzying, thinking about how much these men want me, how much they have desired me in the past, how it still seems just as potent, even now.

I’m not the girl I was when we did this the first time. I’m a grown woman, a mother, pregnant, all things that should keep me from tumbling into the same desire that consumed me all those years ago.

But it doesn’t matter. None of it does, none of it can, not when their presence is as powerful and intoxicating as it is. Forget the nonalcoholic wine, I don’t need anything to get me tipsy when I’m around them, the sheer high of the way they look at me enough to set my head to spinning.

“Do you?” I ask, turning the question around on him with a playful smile. “Ross, Cole? You guys too?”

James drapes his arm over the back of his seat, and pauses for a moment before he answers. He must have been expecting something like this, for me to turn it around on him so bluntly, but he takes his time before he responds, making sure he’s entirely certain of himself before he speaks again.

“Oh, I can’t speak for these two, but I think about it all the time,” James replies, voice sinking to something close to a growl. “How much it turned me on, seeing you like that, seeing you with them…”

“How much I want it to happen again,” Ross adds, filling in the blanks.

“Everything I’d want to do differently…” Cole murmurs, as he draws a little closer to me, his arm stretching out over the back of the couch, fingers trailing briefly over the back of my neck. I shiver, the shock of it almost more than I can take, but I make no move to pull away. Why the hell would I? When he touches me like that, it brings back the memories of that night, the stark shock of recalling how badly I wanted them all, how easy it was to let my need get the better of me.

“Oh, yeah?” I breathe, as I turn to him, every nerve ending on my body attuned to the sound of their voices.

“Yeah,” Cole replies. Finally, he lifts the glass from my hands and plants it on the table before me—and then leans forward to press his lips to mine for the first time in what feels like forever.

It’s not quite like when James or Ross kissed me, as delicious as it was to share myself with them the way I did. No, with the other two in the room, watching, it feels even more potent, the heat rushing through me with an insistent demand. I lift my hand and place it against Cole’s chest, feeling the pulse of his heart beneath my fingertips, and I can practically feel the seething, searing want running through every part of him, like he’s alight with how badly he needs me. His tongue slips past my mouth, and he grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him right there on the couch.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, as he strokes my hair back from my face, looking up at me with a dark, overheated desire in his eyes that makes every part of me warm with want. I kiss him again, harder this time, not able to hold back, unwilling to let my need fade when my body is demanding more.

I can make out the movement of the other two almost distantly, a part of me knowing that they’re closing the distance between us and hardly able to take it in. The first time this happened, the first time I was with all three of them, it was back at the party when I’d had a few beers to take the edge off, that reckless feeling of diving headfirst into anything they would be willing to give me. I thought then that it would be a one-time thing, nothing more than that, and I had been able to let loose and give in to what I truly craved.

But here, now, it’s not the same. Whatever I do, it will last. It will not fade into history just like that.

And I don’t give one fucking damn.

I feel a hand run along my spine, and turn to see James standing just beside the couch, Ross beside him. The two of them are watching me like they can hardly believe what they’re seeing, but the need in me is big enough to contain all of them at once.

I reach up, pulling James down toward me and kissing him as Cole runs his hands over my hips and thighs, my pulse starting to race as I let the want get the better of me. Here, in my home, I know I should be more careful, but God, when they look at me like that, it’s hard to think of anything other than giving myself to them in any way they want me.

“Fuck, you look good,” Ross murmurs. He cups my chin, drawing my attention to him where he stands just behind the couch. I can already see his cock starting to swell behind his pants, and I reach for it without thinking, just as Cole flexes his hips upward so he can grind himself against me. The throb of pressure through my pussy sends a rush of sheer desire through me, and I grab Ross’s zipper, tugging it down so I can pull his erection into my hand.

My body is almost overflowing with it now, with the sheer, helpless need for these men, and it feels like something else entirely has taken hold of me as I wrap my fingers around Ross’s base and pull him toward me.

My lips part and my eyes flutter shut as I feel his cock push past my lips, while Cole makes light work of my panties and dress. I can taste the drop of pre-cum that has already leaked from his tip, and a jolt of lust runs through me, thinking about how much he wants me, how badly he already needs to make me his. God, I would do anything for him right now, anything for any of them, if it meant that I could keep this attention entirely on me. I’m tipsy on their lust, and I crave more, an addiction that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sate.

“Fuck, yes,” Ross grunts, as I inch my mouth along his cock, taking more and more of him between my lips as I let my gaze flick up to meet him.

I’m still astride Cole, who brings his hand to the small of my back to pull me against him, and I feel his erection nudging against the inside of my thigh with an insistent need. I shift slightly, so I’m hovering just an inch or two above him, and he takes it as all the guidance he needs to pull me down roughly on top of him, and penetrate me with his full length in a single motion.