Dad Bods and Blizzards (Dad Bod Christmas #1)

9. Nine

Nine

Tubs

I carry Naomi through our front door, her small frame nestled against my chest. Her green eyes dart around our sparse living room, taking in the bare space. My heart aches—this place was never meant to be our real home, but the facade is all we can offer for now.

Woody rushes to the dining room table to gather the case file paperwork.

I try to keep Naomi turned so she won’t see, but when I set her down on the worn leather couch, she gets up and peers into the equally drab dining room where he shuffles the papers.

“What’s that?” She points to the files.

“Just work stuff.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“It’s boring. We don’t want to put you back to sleep.” Griz covers while Woody carries the files to our office and quickly returns.

“Okay then, how long have you lived here?” She changed into her sweats before we left the sex club, and her makeup and fancy hairdo are long gone. She’s no less divine.

“Don’t judge us by what you see, Princess.”

“It’s so… empty…” She crosses her arms. “So cold. No photos, no personal touches. I’ve stayed in hotel rooms with more personality.”

Woody shifts his weight by the doorway. Griz rushes to the fireplace and stacks wood. Good move. She’s probably not as used to the cold as we’ve gotten. None of us have a lavish existence, but our real homes are better than this.

“Maybe we just need a woman’s touch to bring our home to life.” I try to play up our mountain man cover.

“You don’t even have memories or Christmas decorations,” she says casually, but there’s a sharpness beneath her words. Is she testing us?

Griz fumbles a match, flinging the small fiery stick to the wood floor and grabbing it quickly. The pseudo-lie catches in my throat as I say, “Nothing worth remembering until we met you.”

“Which would amount to time in a sex club?” Naomi is facing out the window as if distancing herself.

“Definitely memorable!” If only we could tell her how much we already know about her. The extensive surveillance. We fell in love with her long before the auction.

Woody says, “We’ll make other memories too. This place is just minimalist because we don’t need much, just a safe place to live.”

“Maybe I should take some pointers. Living frugally would mean I can get my own place sooner.” She continues to look at the snow-covered trees.

“Where do you want to move to?” I ask.

“Anywhere that’s not my dad’s house. He’s gotten weird and… controlling. It’s complicated.” Her voice goes distant.

I step behind her, pressing my body against hers. Sex with her was only a certainty for one of us, assuming the auction went according to plan, but she came home with us. I’ll see if she’s receptive because I damn sure need to claim her. “If you lived with us, we could offer stress relief.”

“Lived with you?” Naomi wiggles her butt against me, her breath fogging the window. “I suppose having your own winter wonderland is a stress relief.”

I lean down. “There are things even more stress-relieving than staring at snow-covered trees.”

She angles her head over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Like what?”

I nod toward the window. “Well, for one, no one can see us.”

Naomi bites her lip, considering. “See us do what?”

I slide my hands around her so I can get better leverage rocking my hips into her. “We can find out if sex with me is as boring as sex with Griz. He put you to sleep for hours.”

Her laugh is heartfelt. “But imagine if you’re even more boring… I could slip into a coma, and poor Woody wouldn’t get a turn.”

Woody joins our fun. “I could go next, just in case.”

“Or nut from watching again.” Griz takes a jab.

“I’m already here.” I slip my hands under her sweatshirt, skimming over her smooth skin. She shivers, but not from the cold. Her heart races, her breath coming in quick gasps as I massage her breasts. I pull her sweatshirt off, tossing it aside, then her bra. She takes control of the rest, so I get myself naked.

I take a moment to admire her, hands pressed on either side of the window as she looks outside, her naked body welcoming me, trusting me.

Starting on her luscious round ass cheek, I trail kisses up her back, onto her neck, and on the side of her face, stopping at her other cheek.

A gust of wind hits the house, drafting through the edge of the window. She shivers. “If you want to do this here, you better warm me up.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. I position myself at her entrance and sink slowly into her warmth. I am home. It has nothing to do with the decorations or location or case file. Inside of Naomi is where I’m meant to be.

She moans, her forehead falling against the glass.

I start to move, my thrusts slow and steady. Her body responds, her hips moving in sync with mine. The window fogs around us, our breaths mingling, our bodies becoming one.

I’m certain Griz and Woody are watching, but it’s Naomi and me, lost in each other, lost in the moment. And it’s perfect.

Naomi’s moans hit a fever pitch as her pussy swells on my cock, tightening with my movements. I drop a hand to her clit, circle it, and fall apart the second she does. My body shudders against hers, our heat fogging the entire window.

I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her close, securing our union. With my free hand, I reach out to the window and draw two intermingled hearts.

Naomi angles her head to see. “Only two?” she asks, her voice soft, sated.

A hand reaches in from the side. Woody. He adds two more. “Thanks for not putting her to sleep.”

I slide in and out of her tight pussy a few more times, savoring the feeling of being home for the first time in my life. “Are you ready for more?”

She says, “From Woody? Yes. You go sit down. You had your turn.”

Woody’s arms are around her before my dick is even clear from between her legs. I step back, admiring my cum streaking down her inner thighs, yet hating that it diminishes my chances of getting her pregnant.

I’ve never had a thought like that before. Never wanted to settle down. Never imagined building a castle to protect a princess.

Woody embraces her gently. “Any position you want to try?”

“His dick is at your command,” I joke to relieve my tension.

“Goody,” she says. “Then, sit.” She motions to the couch. “There’s something I want to try.”

I take a step back, giving Woody and Naomi their space. He disrobes and sits on the couch. She’s enjoying the power she has over us. I can’t help but love every second of her confidence.

Princess doesn’t hesitate. She straddles him, her knees pressing into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, and his cock sandwiched between the two of them. Her hands rest on his shoulders. She’s a natural, taking control, even with someone as reserved as Woody.

Maybe his reserve gives her room to explore a new role.

“Are you good with me being on top?”

Yes, he is. He pulls her closer, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss as he lifts her onto his tip. I watch as their bodies meld, Naomi’s hips grinding as he fully seats her.

I glance at Griz, who’s standing by the fireplace, arms crossed, eyes intense. He catches my gaze and nods, a silent agreement passing between us. There’s no going back.

Her head falls back in pleasure as she controls the rhythm. Her tits bounce. I’d put money on Woody losing his load prematurely again.

The room fills with the sound of their bodies coming together. It’s a beautiful sight, watching Naomi take control, watching Woody let go.

Naomi’s movements become more urgent, her breath coming in quick gasps. Woody matches her pace, his own breath ragged. He shifts his gaze past her. He’s going for distraction. Trying to make sure she comes first.

“Ride that cock, Little Lamb. Make him come. I’ll take care of you afterward,” Griz taunts. That’s harsh.

Naomi whispers something I can’t make out, but when she arches her back and Woody catches her nipple in his mouth, it’s clear. Damn, she asked him to do that.

Her moans escalate sharply, she loses the rhythm of her bounce, then their combined moans fill the room. Naomi’s nipple slurps out of Woody’s mouth, and she collapses onto his chest. He wraps his arms around her and offers a few more grunts and hip thrusts before finishing filling her.

I step forward to join them, but Griz’s hand on my shoulder stops me. I look up at him, a question in my eyes. He shakes his head. “Let them have this.”

I have to admit, it’s kind of cool watching their tender connection. Can all of us pull that off?

When Naomi’s breaths return to normal, she pushes off of his chest and raises her hand.

Woody’s brow furrows.

“High-five me. You didn’t put me to sleep.”

Woody shakes his head and reluctantly high-fives her, sparking laughter from all of us.

The fire has warmed the room, but drafts of cold filter in each time a gust hits the house, so we clean up and get dressed then snuggle on the couch again.

“Sorry, the house is old and drafty,” Woody says.

“How long have you lived here with it like that?”

“A year or so.”

“What brought you here? What do you guys do for work?”

“Security,” Griz says.

Her gaze lands on him for a beat too long. “My father’s business is home security.”

The room goes dead quiet except for the fire crackling. In the year we’ve been here, we’ve perfected fire building—a necessity when your house has no other heat source.

“We’re cybersecurity,” he adds. We can own that if needed since we’re actively training in it.

I try to pull away from the talk of her father. “If you’ll stay here, we’ll make this the non-drafty castle you deserve. Why don’t we get some food and get to know each other?”

“You mean there’s more to you than mountain men with dad bods who are oddly good at giving orgasms?”

I laugh. “I’ll accept that as part of our identity, but the—”

Griz’s phone pings, and his expression stiffens when he looks at the screen.