A Very Daddy Christmas (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 33

33

Cora

I t’s a new year, and things seem to be falling back into place.

It’ll be a while before we can use the word “normal” around these parts, but the city feels lighter and cleaner now that three of its dirtiest people are behind bars. Orson and George are in jail awaiting their trial dates.

Denaro has gone straight to federal prison, but that’s the FBI’s jurisdiction. I don’t know what they’re going to do with him. I just know he’s out of our lives forever.

The bakery is doing alright, though January is a notoriously slow month. I’m not expecting a miracle. I’m just grateful to have new windows and a fresh coat of paint on the walls. The guys were insanely successful with their Urban Parkour campaign and that landed them a huge bonus. They used it to buy a few stakes in our bakery, insisting on a shadow partnership—they don’t want the public to know they’ve invested—but they do want to help us get past the incoming hurdles.

“Orson and George’s downfall would’ve cost us dearly in the long term,” Eva says as she goes over yesterday’s sales reports, freshly printed from the till, “were it not for Sebastian, Riggs, and Waylan. You struck gold with those three, I swear.”

“You mean we. We struck gold.” I give her a wry smile.

The bell above the door chimes. In walks Mrs. Sandoval with a shy smile on her lips and a sheepish look on her face. “Hello, ladies. So glad to see this place is still open for business,” she says, her tone tentatively soft.

“Good morning, Mrs. Sandoval,” I greet her politely. “I take it you and your family enjoyed our Christmas treats?”

“Yes, and I’m here to order some more. I hope you still have those holiday specialties available on your menu?”

Eva and I give her a long, hard look, both of us knowing she was one of Orson and George’s most vocal supporters in their campaign against me. What’s done is done, my sister has repeatedly told me. There’s no point in holding grudges, especially when we’re looking to get our customers back, not drive them away. Gossip dies, but our family business must endure.

“Whatever you need, Mrs. Sandoval. I’m sure we can work something out,” I reply. “Let’s go over the menu together and see what we can bake for you.”

Mrs. Sandoval lights up like a Christmas tree as she approaches the counter. “Thank you, Cora. I have to say, I do owe you an apology. Your private life should be your business, not ours. I’m not proud of myself or my actions.”

“Are you perhaps referring to the smear campaign you and Mr. St. James actively promoted against my sister?” Eva cuts in, her tone clipped.

I give my sister a warning look. “I thought you said we should be nice,” I whisper.

“Nice doesn’t mean we can’t hold them accountable,” she replies.

Mrs. Sandoval sighs. “Eva is right. Please, Cora, accept my apologies. Your love life is your business. This is a bakery, and I have no right imposing my beliefs upon you.”

More customers file into the bakery. Familiar faces with ruddy cheeks and wide eyes twinkling from embarrassment. Eva greets them with a generous smile.

“Good morning!” she says, then glances my way. “Cora, you deal with Mrs. Sandoval’s order, I’ll take care of these customers.”

“Thank you, sis.”

And just like that, we’re mobilizing again. We’re busy. Busier than usual, particularly in mid-January.

I have three handsome men waiting for me at home. Sebastian, Riggs, and Waylan took the rest of the month off after their UP pitch went through, so we’re going to celebrate a second Christmas and a second New Year’s Eve.

My bakery is getting its life back. My pregnancy is advancing within healthy parameters, and the morning sickness has subsided. And some of the best news of all, Dario’s adoption papers went through.

I dare not call this a happy ending, but rather the beginning of something new, something beautiful and exciting. And downright scary, because I’m going to be a mom much sooner than I had anticipated.

I haven’t moved back to my apartment. Eva thinks I should rent it out, since we own the building now, and no way am I leaving Sebastian, Riggs, and Waylan, especially with twins on the way and our relationship growing stronger every day.

Evening falls over Madison as I head home. The mansion rises proudly against the starry sky as I pull into the driveway, the gates closing slowly behind me. My heart begins to beat faster with the anticipation of seeing my guys again. I’m still smiling from today’s breakfast, thinking about how Dario helped Waylan with the food preparation.

As soon as I walk through the door, Dario runs up to me.

“Cora! Cora!”

“Hey, champ!” I kneel so I can give him a proper hug. “I’ve missed you. How was preschool?”

“I made you a drawing!” he says and whips out a slightly crumpled finger painting. “See? It’s us! You, me, Daddy Waylan, Uncle Sebastian, and Uncle Riggs.”

“Our happy family, huh?”

“Yep!”

I want every day to end like this. With Dario’s bright smile as he learns to be loved again by new parents. With my three men waiting for me in the kitchen—tonight, however, they’re not alone.

“Look!” Dario exclaims as I walk in to find Sherry standing next to Sebastian, Riggs, and Waylan at the island counter. “Sherry’s back!”

“Hey, Sherry!” I laugh and hug the girl. “Are you? Back, I mean.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she replies. “Talked it over with my mom and dad. They came around after the news broke about Mr. St. James and Mr. Hamilton.”

“Oh, I’m so glad,” I sigh with relief and give her another hug. “You’ve been sorely missed, Sherry, I’ll give you that.”

I then let my men kiss and embrace me in slow, loving turns.

“I understand Eva and that babysitter agency did a good job while you were… you know,” Sherry replies, briefly averting her gaze while struggling to find the right words.

“In mortal peril, is what you were going for,” Sebastian says.

“Yeah, that.”

“I missed you,” Dario says as he hugs her leg.

“Aw, I missed you, too.”

“Good news,” Sebastian interjects. “Sherry’s taking Dario over to her folks for the night. They’re doing Taco Tuesday for family dinner, which means we have the house to ourselves.”

“That’s wonderful,” I reply, smiling. “I suppose that means one of you fine gentlemen handled dinner for us?”

All I’m getting are crickets and awkward, stolen glances that make Sherry laugh.

“There’s a great Chinese place that just opened up,” Waylan saves the day. “We were thinking we might order something from there.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say with a smile.

Dario and Sherry head out soon after and Waylan gets online, ordering our dinner. Soon, the smell of Szechuan cuisine lingers sweetly in the air.

Sebastian refills my glass with water while we continue our conversation about the bakery and the next steps in the trial against Orson and George. It’s not a favorite topic these days, but we find it’s best to get it out of the way before we move on to more pleasant topics.

“I don’t look forward to testifying against them,” I admit.

“That’s understandable,” Waylan replies. “But they need to go away for a long time, and our lawyers said your testimony would be the final nail in their proverbial coffins.”

“Their defense attorneys will bring up our relationship and try to discredit me on the stand,” I remind them.

Sebastian shrugs. “It’s hearsay without any evidence.”

“Wow, you three really made those photos disappear, didn’t you?”

“Part of the deal for the DA to reduce some of their charges,” he says.

“That’s why we know their defense won’t be able to do much against you,” Riggs adds. “Not without shooting themselves in the foot. So I wouldn’t worry about testifying, baby. You get up on that stand, you tell them the truth about what happened, and you let the jury and the courts do the rest.”

I nod slowly then nibble on the last of my banana slices. “I’ll testify, don’t get me wrong I’m just so tired of this whole thing.”

“We all are. But come February, it’ll get easier,” Sebastian reaches across the table and covers my hand with his. The gesture is simple but so reassuring. “Once a trial date is set, we’ll know what to do next and when to do it. What I’m more interested in right now, however, is when the next ultrasound is.”

Ah, yes. It’s time for me to break the news I’ve been holding on to since they saved me from Denaro. With a deep breath, I give them a soft smile. “So, about that. As you already know, I had an ultrasound two weeks ago, while I was at the hospital.”

“Right.” Sebastian looks worried. “You said everything was okay with the baby.”

“Babies,” I correct him.

“Wait, what?” Riggs blurts out, his eyes wide with shock.

“We’re having twins,” I reply.

Waylan is the first to sit up, overcome with joy and astonishment. “Cora, are you for real? Twins?”

“Yep.”

“Double trouble,” Sebastian laughs.

“I’m scared out of my mind,” I confess.

Sebastian shakes his head. “Don’t be scared, Cora. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone. Holy crap.” He pauses to take a deep breath as he processes this revelation while Waylan comes over and wraps his arms around me.

“Twins. Damn, baby, you sure know how to throw us for a loop.” He plants sweet and wet kisses down the side of my neck.

“You’re happy, then?” I ask, my body temperature spiking.

Sebastian exhales sharply. “We’re over the moon! Are you kidding me? Come here.”

They lavish me with slow, deliberate kisses, their hands roaming over my curves, their fingers exploring and squeezing every inch of my body.

Before long, my flannel shirt dress is on the floor, quickly joined by my bra and panties.

I am naked, my baby bump not visible yet, but the mere knowledge of life growing in my womb has my men treating me like I’m the most precious thing they’ve ever touched. Their tenderness makes my soul expand as I take turns kissing each of them. We lose control quickly as the hunger for one another increases and our hearts thud frantically for more.

“I wasn’t sure we’d get you back safe,” Sebastian confesses as I peel the shirt off his chiseled torso.

“I’m glad you did,” I manage, while Riggs gets down behind me and spreads my cheeks with his bare hands. “Oh, fuck…”

His tongue slides between my slick folds. My core tightens as he greedily laps at my pussy, fingers probing my entrance at the same time Waylan proceeds to run his fingers through my hair and Sebastian takes my nipple in his mouth. And just like that, I find myself unraveling, losing my thoughts and all contact with reality as my men claim me.

Once we reach the bedroom, all bets and all clothes are off.

I surrender to them, bathing in their kisses and gleefully drowning in their love. Riggs makes me come with his tongue alone, before he and Sebastian share my pussy. I’m stretched and filled to the brim as I ride Sebastian—with Riggs taking me from behind. I wrap my lips around Waylan’s massive cock, sucking him whole with ravenous desire.

“This can never end,” Waylan whispers, caressing my face for a moment and lovingly gazing into my eyes. “You belong with us, Cora.”

“I do belong with you,” I say before he tightens his grip on my hair and shamelessly slides down my throat while Riggs drives deeper and harder into me.

My screams are muffled with hard flesh, my pussy drenched and tender as they fuck me into oblivion. I welcome every glorious inch. We ride the wave and come together, our bodies shaking and twitching. It’s almost too much to bear, yet I can’t get enough of them.

Sebastian’s fingers trail invisible lines along the sides of my breasts. He loves to watch them bounce while Riggs rams into me. Harder. Faster.

“Come for me, again,” Sebastian orders me, his fingers sneaking between us. My clit is swollen and way too sensitive, but I can’t stop. As soon as he starts flicking and rubbing it, applying insane pressure, I cave in.

“Yes, baby, YES!” I cry out.

Waylan grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back.

I open my mouth wide as he strokes himself into a powerful orgasm that spills down my throat. I lick my lips, reveling in his hazy eyes as he gives me everything, as I explode all over Sebastian, as Riggs ejaculates deep inside me. I feel his cock pulsating, my pussy contracting and clenching tighter around his and Sebastian’s cocks.

“You’re fucking perfect.” Sebastian is the last to let go, and I welcome his release with a lazy smile, then suckle the tip of Waylan’s manhood, eager to not waste a single drop.

“And you three are the beginning and the end for me,” I manage as we drift into the sweetest afterglow, our bodies drenched in sweat and desire, our hearts beating as one.

It’s as close to flawless as it’s ever going to get.