A Very Daddy Christmas (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 5

5

Cora

“ S weet dreams, munchkin,” I whisper as I leave Dario’s bedside.

Carefully, I walk out and close the door behind me. I hear glasses clinking downstairs. Voices. My heart skips a beat.

Go to bed , I tell myself.

But my feet carry me toward the staircase instead.

I will probably regret this, but I am curious about who they are, what they’re like. About everything.

“Room for one more?” I ask upon reaching the living room.

Sebastian’s head turns first, our eyes locked on one another. “Of course. Can I pour you a drink? Whiskey? Or something else?”

“We have some gin and tequila left from our last party,” Riggs says.

“You throw parties?” I ask.

The guys exchange amused glances while I sheepishly move closer to the empty armchair by the window. I feel like an antelope walking into the lions’ den—except I love the way these lions look at me. It makes my skin tingle all over, in a most pleasant way. A soft warmth spreads through my core, melting my muscles as I take a seat.

“We used to, before Dario came to live with us,” Waylan says. “But the liquor is still good.”

“I don’t doubt that.” I giggle. “You know what? Whiskey sounds good.”

“Ice?” he asks, already at the mini bar, grabbing a tumbler from the shelf above. “Soda?”

“No, neat please.”

Sebastian smiles. “My kind of girl.”

“Thank you,” I laugh as Waylan brings me my drink. “Dario is out like a light and sleeping like a log.”

“Wow. We struggled getting him to go to sleep, at least during the first few months. I don’t know what happened, but since that day at the Christmas fair, it seems like he’s finally relaxed and is getting used to bedtime,” he says.

“Well, I’m sure the nap helped that day. Sounds crazy, but when you’re overtired, you can’t sleep,” I reply.

“Or maybe it’s because you’re just simply amazing,” Sebastian says.

“You give me far too much credit.”

“I don’t know about that, Cora. Something about you ticks all the boxes for our little man. It’s the main reason why we offered you this position. Had Dario not been so persistent about seeing you again, we wouldn’t have made the offer.”

“And what an offer it was. I still can’t thank you guys enough.”

Waylan shakes his head. “Don’t mention it. Really. It’s our pleasure, and you’re helping us as well, Cora, don’t you forget that.” He pauses to check his watch. “I’m going upstairs. See you all later.”

“Yeah, me too,” Riggs adds.

“Later,” Sebastian tells them.

We sit silently and watch Waylan and Riggs make their way upstairs. It’s not until we hear the bedroom doors closing that we both seem to relax a little. But I’m still nervous. I’m all alone with Sebastian and my heart is beating so fast I can barely keep it together.

A sip of whiskey helps. A full gulp burns my throat, but it gets the job done.

“Need another?” Sebastian asks, noticing my empty glass.

“Yes, please.”

I keep my eyes on him as he gets up and refills my glass. I note his broad shoulders atop his tall frame, his arms long and strong. The sweater sleeves struggle against his muscles. I love the way the jeans he’s wearing hug his thighs. This man knows he looks good and carries himself accordingly. That kind of self-confidence does things to me. I’m practically melting in my chair by the time he comes back.

“How does it feel so far? This whole arrangement?” Sebastian asks.

“So far, so good,” I quip, briefly losing myself in the blue pools of his eyes. “I mean, it’s only the first day. We’ll see how Dario fares later down the road. Right now, it’s the excitement of me, the new nanny, coming in. Fresh face, new person. There will still be sleepless nights, I’m sure. My sister did her best to keep me super busy after our parents passed away. She signed me up for every after school activity there was. By the time I got home, I was so tired, I’d practically pass out before dinner was ready.”

“He still has tantrums,” Sebastian replies. “Dario is a wonderful kid. He just doesn’t know how to manage his emotions.”

“Well, he’s only four, and he’s been through a hell of a lot,” I kindly reassure him. “Time tends to do its job better than we could even hope for. The grief never really fades, but we learn to grow around it.”

“Your own experience with loss is the second reason we offered you this job,” he admits, lowering his gaze for a moment. “The guys and I have dealt with loss of our own, but nothing like what happened to Dario. You, on the other hand, you’re a bird of the same feather.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m able to relate to him in a way others can’t, and Dario feels it, too. But you three are doing an amazing job with him,” I reply, smiling softly. “You’re good men. Generous. Kind. Patient. You put his needs first, even if it means you stepping out of the picture for a little while.”

He nods in agreement. “It’s only until we wrap up this UB campaign.”

After a moment of silence, I tell him, “I have to confess, I did some research on you guys.”

“You did?” He sounds surprised.

I need another sip of whiskey for this. “I was curious. Doing my due diligence. You know, the basics. Three guys I just met ask me to take care of their kid for a ridiculous amount of money… I had to know a little bit about you.”

“I get it,” he says, smiling softly. “So which was it? Curiosity or due diligence?”

“They’re not mutually exclusive.”

“Fair enough. But which one was dominant in your decision to look us up?”

The tone of his voice lowers, causing my body temperature to rise. The look in his eyes shifts. It darkens, igniting embers in my core as I wrap all ten fingers around my glass and take a longer swig. There are a few feet between us until Sebastian leans forward, causing me to hold my breath.

“Curiosity,” I manage.

“You know what they say about curiosity, don’t you?”

“I’m not a cat.”

Sebastian leans back into his seat, never taking his gaze off me. “You’re one hell of a woman, though,” he says. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

“Well, what do you want to do with me?”

I don’t regret asking the question in the moment, but something tells me I might at some point in the future. Tonight, however, as the alcohol works its way through my system, demolishing my inhibitions one by one, I let myself go. I’ll let the conversation take us wherever it leads, knowing the deeper we go, the harder it will be for me to pull away.

“I don’t think you’re ready to hear what I want to do with you, Cora,” Sebastian replies. “Not to mention it would be thoroughly unprofessional on my part.”

“Pretty sure I’m off the clock while the little guy’s asleep,” I shoot back.

Where is this self-confident audacity coming from? It can’t be the whiskey. I’m barely on my second glass. Sebastian’s eyes widen with decadent delight, a smile stretching across his lips.

“You’re just looking for trouble, aren’t you?”

“I think that was obvious when I said yes to coming here.” I can’t help but laugh as I say the words.

“At least I know I wasn’t imagining anything.”

I shake my head slowly.

“Good. I’m glad. It would’ve been a damn shame,” he says, then leans forward again.

This time, however, with one swift move, he plucks the whiskey glass from my hands and sets it on the coffee table. A split second later, he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me into a ravenous kiss. Everything goes white as I close my eyes and dissolve into him. The heat between us is undeniable.

My heart is on a thundering gallop as my pulse quickens beyond control. My breath is taken away as our lips meld together, as his tongue wrestles with mine.

“Fucking hell, Cora,” he whispers when we break apart, then suckles on my lower lip.

A moan escapes from my throat. “Sebastian…”

“Come here,” he growls and yanks me onto his lap.

I’m straddling him on the sofa. I gasp as his hands roam up and down my body—searching, kneading, grabbing and squeezing—exploring me from top to bottom as I melt into him. We kiss, hungrily, desperately.

“Are you sure you want this?” Sebastian asks.

“More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time,” I reply, running my fingers through his hair.

With a satisfied smile, he lifts me off his lap and turns me over. I end up on my back with him on top of me, trailing kisses down the side of my neck as he peels my jeans off. Before I know it, I’m half-naked beneath him.

“Oh.” I whisper as he hooks his fingers into my panties, his face just above my throbbing clit.

“Objection?” he pauses, his lips dangerously close to the wet mound aching for his undivided attention.

“None. Don’t stop.”

“In this house, you don’t give orders,” Sebastian says, the blue in his eyes turning pitch-black as he removes my panties. My pussy is so wet, his hot breath against it causing me to wiggle beneath him. “I do. Are we clear, Cora?”

“Yes,” I reply. I like this game. Why deprive myself of it?

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” I follow his lead, and he smiles.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, then begins to lick and suckle my clit.

My hips tilt upward, and I quiver as I look down at him. “Oh, Sebastian.”

“You taste like fucking heaven, Cora.”

His tongue slides between my slick folds, my clit swollen and tender. His lips close around it, and every nerve ending I have comes alive. I whimper as he brings a hand up and slips it under my sweater, searching for my breasts. The other hand probes my entrance.

“You’re so ready for me,” he groans, then proceeds to ravenously eat my pussy.

I lose all control and give into it.

His tongue swirls and conquers my flesh. His fingers enter me, curling with every retreat. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge as I hold on to his head, a silent plea not to stop. I feel the pressure building as my pussy clenches tightly around his fingers. He goes faster and faster as he sucks on my clit, applying the perfect pressure with the tip of his tongue.

“Right there,” I gasp. “Just like that!”

I listen to the sound of his ragged breathing and incessant licking as he feasts on me. I come undone, pulsating like a supernova as the orgasm claims me. Sebastian drinks me whole and licks up every drop.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says.

My eyes peel open, my vision still hazy, my pussy still quivering in ecstasy.

As my vision clears, a naked Sebastian appears before me. When the hell did he take his clothes off? “Oh, wow,” I mutter, admiring his sculpted physique. Ropes of muscle stretch across his toned torso, curls of black hair making me want to lick my lips. His arms and shoulders are covered in monochrome tattoos that extend down his back—a variety of themes converging into one another while a ribbon of swirling text reaches from his left shoulder to his right.

His cock is enormous, long and thick, and the sight of it makes me even wetter as I long to feel him inside me. I love how solid his thighs are, the chiseled hips above, and every single scar scattered along the right side of his torso.

“What happened there?” I ask, unable to look away from the network of fine, pink lines.

“War happened.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“No. Take it off,” he nods at my shirt.

He doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe not right now, maybe never. Either way, this isn’t the right time. With trembling fingers, I gladly obey. “Yes, sir.”

“Turn over and get on your knees,” he says.

“Yes sir,” I say again as a thrill rushes through me.

I’m aching for him. I need more, so much more, as my juices trickle down the insides of my thighs.

“Do you want me? All of me?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” I moan, tilting my ass up instinctively. “I want all of you. Please.”

“Ask, and you shall receive,” Sebastian says and spears me with his full length.

I bury my face in the cushions to stop myself from crying out in sheer bliss. He thrusts into me relentlessly and I don’t want him to ever stop.

I stretch around his gargantuan cock, feeling him twitching, veins pulsating along the shaft. He glides in and out of me, setting every nerve ending ablaze as I unwittingly tighten on every thrust.

He loves it.

He snakes an arm loosely around my neck and nuzzles my earlobe, whispering sweet words as his left hand secures a grip on my hip. A rhythm is established, and I welcome him, over and over again.

“You’re perfect, Cora,” Sebastian growls in my ear, fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.

“So are you,” I moan as he fills me to the brim, a second orgasm knocking on the door of my ragged consciousness.

I take it all as he pounds into me. Harder, faster, deeper. He squeezes my hip, fingers digging in. I hear the music of skin slapping skin, of Sebastian driving into me, claiming me, consuming me with everything he’s got.

“I need you to come again,” he says, his breath faltering. “I need to feel you. I need to join you, baby.”

“Oh, yes, sir,” I exhale sharply and let my hand go down between my legs.

He rams into me, harder, harder.

I find my clit swollen and tender, begging for another release. My fingers know what they need to do, and they happily do it. I bring myself deeper into the frenzy, knowing Sebastian can feel my core tightening as my climax approaches. It makes him go deeper. He becomes a mindless beast, fucking me until I’m breathless.

I let go. My orgasm is a mind-shattering experience as it’s intertwined with his unhinged thrusts.

“Fucking hell!” Sebastian groans as he comes inside me.

He joins me in the madness, spilling his seed, making me shake like a leaf as I tighten myself and squeeze every damn drop out of this spectacular man. It lasts forever, or so it seems. This perfect bliss, this ultimate surrender.

“My knees are weak.” I chuckle as he plants a sweet kiss on my cheek. I turn my head to feel his lips on mine. He’s still inside me, still unraveling and basking in a sweet afterglow.

“Good,” he whispers in between kisses.

He’s warm, his body covering mine, his embrace giving me soft comfort as we both refuse to move from this position. This is too good to be true a tiny voice in the back of my head decides to echo and ruin the moment. But I pay it no mind, choosing to revel in Sebastian’s presence, in his ardent masculinity and tender kisses.

After a few more minutes, I reluctantly ease myself out from under him and put my clothes back on, while he sits naked on the sofa watching me, smiling softly as his gaze wanders up and down my body.

“I’ll go check on Dario,” I say in a low voice.

“I don’t think we’re done yet,” he replies.

I blink a few times, feeling my cheeks turn ruddy as I realize what he’s implying. “Oh. Well, I can’t say no to that.”

Sebastian grins a sultry grin as he stands and stretches nonchalantly.

“I’ll meet you in your room?” I ask, and he nods in response.

I give him a shy smile and make my way upstairs, my knees still soft and my core still zinging. Sebastian is dangerously addictive, and while a part of me knows I just made a huge mistake, the rest of me will gladly plunge deeper into such sweet and spicy trouble.

As I walk into Dario’s room, the nagging doubt seeps back in. This is not a good idea. I am an employee here. What I’m doing could jeopardize the whole arrangement, and for the sake of my sister and our business, I can’t allow that.

Coming out of Dario’s room, content to see him still very much asleep, I go into my room instead of going to Sebastian’s.

After changing into pajamas, I pick up my phone to find a message from Sebastian in my inbox.

Get in here, now .

I’m searching for a reasonable excuse to decline, even though every fiber in my body screams for more of him, when another text comes in.

Now, Cora .

My pulse quickens by the urgency of his tone. As if remote-controlled, I put my phone down and walk out of my room.

Sebastian’s door is cracked at the end of the hallway, a soft light radiating from inside. Slowly but surely, I pad across the soft carpet runner until I reach his room, then gently push the door open. I hold my breath when I realize he isn’t alone.

Riggs is with him.

Both of them are gloriously naked, sitting in the armchairs by the window, waiting for me with devilish smiles stretched across their lips.

“I don’t know what to say to this,” I whisper, yet I am unable to walk away.

The sight of them is far too appealing, and my pussy is already wet and aching for such shameless indulgence. Unlike Sebastian, Riggs has few scars from his time in the Marines, and no tattoos at first glance. His blonde hair is a shaggy mess in the dim table lamp light, while his blue eyes scan me from head to toe.

It’s enough to make my skin tingle as I let my own gaze wander all over him, my attention unceremoniously distracted not only by his tall, athletic figure but also by the magnificent size of his cock—as erect and as willing as Sebastian’s.

“A simple yes would suffice,” Sebastian says. “I told you, Cora, we share everything. The bond we have is profound. It goes deep and way past what the rest of the world might adhere to.”

“You are safe here, though,” Riggs adds, blinking slowly. “This is our corner, our safe haven. What happens between these walls stays between these walls.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I manage. But the hunger in my core grows stronger and harder to resist.

“You’ve considered it, though. Ever since we met,” Sebastian says. “I could see it in your eyes. Or am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong.”

“It would be an honor and a pleasure to share this moment with you,” Riggs replies. “Don’t you feel the same way?”

Fuck it. “Yes.”

“Then come here,” he says, his smile broadening with each step I take.

“Don’t stop,” Sebastian whispers as I unbutton my pajama shirt, revealing the pink bralette underneath with trembling fingers.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Cora. Has anyone ever told you that?” Riggs says, his gaze glued to my breasts, hunger radiating from his eyes.

“Not in that sexy tone of voice before, no,” I quip, prompting a light laugh from both of them. “What now?” I ask, my shirt on the floor.

Sebastian’s cock twitches, and he slowly proceeds to stroke himself. Riggs follows suit, and I am beyond turned on by this sight. Watching them wrap their long fingers around their massive cocks does something to me that demands the departure of the rest of my clothes.

“I think you know, Cora,” Sebastian says.

Indeed, I do. My pants reach the floor, and I stand half-naked before them, liquid heat pooling between my legs. I exhale sharply as I peel the lace from my body, taking my time, letting my fingers work at their own leisure. I touch myself, kneading my breasts as Riggs and Sebastian stroke themselves harder. The hunger in their eyes is too much to bear, as is the hunger swelling in the pit of my stomach.

Slowly, I part my legs, moaning as I find my clit swollen and my pussy slick, in desperate need of attention. Remembering the way Sebastian likes to touch me, I retrace his steps and pleasure myself under their dark gazes, reveling at the sight of their parted lips. I’ve got one hand on my breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple, while the other works my tender nub into another frenzy.

“Don’t leave me hanging like this for too long,” I gasp, feeling closer to the edge. Closer than ever, in fact, as the view before me is beyond arousing. I could come just by looking at them. “Please.”

“What’s the magic word?” Sebastian asks, a muscle twitching in his jaw as his fist closes around the tip of his cock.

“Please, sir.”

“Then come here.”

I do as I’m told with tremendous glee, and he takes my hand, guiding me on top of him. We kiss as I slide onto his hardened cock, my pussy stretching around him. “Oh, God, yes!” I moan as I go all the way down, his balls pressing against my ass.

Riggs gets up. “Don’t move,” he says as he positions himself behind me.

Holding still, I wait for what I had always thought was an impossibility.

Glancing over my shoulder, I welcome his hungry kiss and feel the tip of his cock probing my already stretched entrance. I hold my breath as he joins Sebastian inside me. My pussy opens for him, to my astonishment. Our gazes are locked as Sebastian grabs my breasts and kneads them.

“I can’t believe this,” I say, my voice raw with desire.

“You’re so fucking tight and so fucking wet and so fucking perfect,” Riggs whispers in my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this for days, Cora.”

“Oh, wow…” It’s all I can say.

They fill me and stretch me beyond my wildest dreams, neither of them moving for the longest, most agonizing second. Sebastian fondles my breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, suckling and licking, causing tiny fires to ignite everywhere inside me, while Riggs grabs a handful of my hair and forces my head back so he can kiss me again.

This time, however, he moves.

It’s insane how much my body can take. It feels incredible, and it’s making me want to move as well. Before long, a rhythm develops between us. I feel Sebastian’s eyes on me, but I’ve got my head tilted back and my own eyes set on Riggs as he takes me hard from behind.

I’m breathless, my breasts bouncing with every thrust as the two men share me, fucking me senseless until I lose my mind. Harder. Deeper. Faster. They let loose and claim me, Riggs pounding into me, splitting me in half as my pussy glazes both their cocks in its hot juices. My clit grinds against Sebastian’s groin—the perfect kind of pressure.

“I can feel you coming,” Sebastian grunts, holding onto my hips as Riggs fucks me harder.

Like pistons, Riggs goes wild and deep, taking everything I’ve got as I explode all over them. My liquid arousal trickles onto Sebastian. I gasp for air, holding on to them both—right hand gripping Riggs’s hip, left hand locked on Sebastian’s shoulder.

I feel their hard muscles tensing as Riggs slide in and out, faster and harder, harder. I lose my mind and dissolve into nothingness as they continue to fill me, to consume me until they, too, let themselves go.

“You’re perfect,” Riggs growls and smacks my ass.

It causes an unexpected extension to my orgasm. “Do it again,” I cry out, unable to control myself. He slaps my buttock again, and I come once more. I can’t stop it from taking over, from obliterating me altogether.

“That’s right, Cora, give me everything,” Sebastian hisses.

I feel him pulsating inside me. I clench them both tightly, a whirlwind of sensations unraveling as the world disappears, as they take me, body and soul.

This is insane. It is reckless. It is decadent.

And dammit, I really want to know what it’ll be like when Waylan joins us.

I can’t wait.

I want more.