Dad Bods and Blizzards (Dad Bod Christmas #1)

15. Epilogue

Naomi

Two years later

Griz walks up behind my desk chair, his strong hands finding the tension in my shoulders. He kneads gently. “It’s been almost twenty-four hours since you had an orgasm, Little Lamb.”

I lean into his touch, a smirk playing on my lips. “You can’t be sure about that.”

His hands pause, then resume their rhythm. “It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I gave you one.”

I tilt my head back, looking up at him. “I’ve got orders to fill for my keychain store. Can’t fall behind.”

Griz spins my chair so I’m facing him and kneels. “I’ll help with the orders once I’m done fulfilling my promise.”

Woody and Tubs enter the room and their eyes lock onto me. Woody’s got that intense gaze, the one that makes my heart flutter. Tubs, on the other hand, is all smiles, a playful glint in his eyes.

“What’s going on here?” Woody asks.

“Just reminding our Little Lamb of our promise.” Griz reaches around my butt and scoots me to the edge of my chair, which allows enough tilt of my huge belly that he can get access to my sex.

During my first pregnancy, they learned the art of maneuvering our bodies. During this second one, they’re mastering that art.

Tubs steps closer, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “We can’t have you forgetting that, can we?”

I’m surrounded by them, their heat, their scent. It’s intoxicating. Griz’s hands slide under my skirt. I wait for his grin as he realizes I’m not wearing panties.

Woody captures my lips in a fierce kiss, his hands tangling in my hair. Tubs trails kisses down my neck, his hands exploring, teasing. I love when we’re all together.

Griz’s mouth finds my center, his tongue skilled, his touch gentle yet firm. Woody’s kiss makes it hard to keep from surrendering immediately, but I manage a few breaths to hold off. Tubs’ hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep within me.

The pleasure builds, their touches driving me higher, closer to the edge. Griz knows how to pace me, giving reprieve just before I let go. I’ve learned that the more times he does it, the harder I come.

Tubs replaces his hand with his mouth, sucking on my nipple through my shirt and bra. The warmth of his mouth and the intensity of his suckling drive me wild.

I grip the arms of my chair, my body tensing. Griz takes me to the edge. I brace myself. Then he surprises me by flicking my clit instead of backing off.

My sex tightens, wishing there was a cock to milk as I come undone. My release coats his face. I cry out, my body shaking, my eyes clamping shut as they keep the best promise I’ve ever asked anyone to make.

And as I come down from the high, all three of them are holding me, waiting patiently.

But they’re not done with me yet. And I’m not done with them.

Griz sits back on his heels, his eyes never leaving mine as Woody removes the family photos from my desk. Our little one is down for a nap, which is usually a great time to get work done, but not today.

Tubs cradles me and lifts me effortlessly, planting me on the cool surface of my desk, the shock to my bare bottom sending a shiver up my spine.

“You’re stunning, Princess.” From beside me, Tubs’ hands trail across my thighs, spreading them gently, displaying me to Griz.

Woody rubs my belly from the other side. “This never gets old.”

“Agreed.”

Griz stands between my legs, his fingers hooking my skirt, bunching it over my belly. “You’re ours, Little Lamb. Always.”

I reach for Woody, pulling him closer, my fingers working on his belt. He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring, claiming. Tubs unzips my dress, bumping the other two out of the way so he can get it off of me. Woody gets rid of my bra.

Finally, Woody’s pants hit the floor, and I wrap my hand around his length, stroking, feeling him grow even harder in my grasp. That never gets old.

Tubs’ mouth finds my naked breast, sucking, teasing, savoring me. My fingers tangle in his hair. Griz fists his cock and teases it over my entrance, each pass over my sensitive clit sending shudders through me.

“I need you,” I say. “All of you.”

Griz puts his free hand next to my hips and leans forward, his body towering over mine. He thrusts into me. No more worry about being too much for the innocent little lamb. If anything, I’m the big bad wolf now with my pregnancy hormones making me nearly insatiable.

They manage to keep up.

His girth still manages to stretch me, my body always having to adjust to his size. Tubs captures my mouth, swallowing my moans. Someone’s, probably Woody’s, fingers find my clit, circling, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Griz moves, his thrusts slow and deep. “You feel so good, Little Lamb. So tight, so wet.”

The pleasure builds… their touches, their words driving me higher. Griz stills, a signal that he’s about to come. I appreciate the warning and steady myself by gripping the edge of the desk. He thrusts fast and hard.

My core winds tight for another release.

“Come for us, Princess,” Tubs says.

And I do. I let go, soaking Griz as his warmth fills me. He doesn’t wait long before pulling out since the other two are waiting.

Our combined release streams down my butt, pooling under me.

Tubs’ expression is hardened with need. “My turn, Princess.”

Griz moves aside, but not before planting a firm, possessive kiss on my pussy lips, coating his mouth.

Woody’s hand lingers on my thighs, sliding in to pat my pussy during the transition. I’m too wound up to wonder why. Then he pulls his drenched hand back and strokes himself. The perfect lube.

Tubs rubs his tip against my entrance. The slickness makes his entry smooth, but I still gasp as he stuffs me full.

“There’s no place I’d rather be, Princess.”

And no place I’d rather have him, at least for now. Sometimes my favorite place is in the kitchen or doing nighttime duty with the little one.

He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, building a steady rhythm. Griz takes my hand, giving me something sturdy to hold on to. Woody strokes slowly, making pre-cum drip from his slit, putting on a show for me.

Tubs’ pace quickens, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’re mine, Princess.” There’s no competition between the three of them.

I moan, my body responding to his words, his shaft. The pleasure builds, it’s close to consuming me. Tubs’ thrusts become harder, faster, his growls tense with the effort.

I come first, my sex milking him, begging him to give me everything. He follows, his orgasm ripping through him, his cock pulsing inside me, his release adding to the sloppy sounds of sex.

He carefully collapses on top of me and my belly, his body slick with sweat, his breath hot against my neck. “That was amazing.”

It was. I’m not going to deny how much I enjoy sex. But what’s most amazing is how much love I feel from them every second of every day, even when I’m hangry or all touched-out. Always.

Barely a beat passes and Tubs pulls his still-hard cock out of me, a grin returning to his lips as he steps back. “I can go another round if that wasn’t enough.”

Woody smacks his cock against Tubs’ hip—enough of a prompt to make him move. There’s a tenderness in his gaze.

He kisses my belly then traces his hands over my bump as if it were sacred ground. I feel cherished and adored. He takes his time appreciating every inch of my swollen belly.

When he finally enters me, it’s slow and deliberate. He fills me completely, not just physically, but emotionally. Each thrust is a caress, each movement a testament to his feelings. It’s not just sex; it’s a renewed promise of his love for me.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper. His breath hitches. There’s a world of emotion in his eyes.

He moves with a rhythm that’s uniquely his, a steady, gentle pace that builds the pleasure slowly, prolonging the anticipation. I can feel every inch of him as he slides in and out.

Griz continues to hold my hand. Tubs strokes his fingers through my hair.

I meet Woody’s thrusts, pushing him faster, needing more. The sweet ache begs for climax. I swell and tighten around him.

“Sing for me, Nightingale,” he growls.

My sex clamps around him and my cries fill the air as pleasure crashes over me. I’m shaking and breathless as he pulses inside me, finding his own release.

Another wave of my pleasure soaks me, him, and the desk. There’s something different though.

“You’re going to drown my cock, Nightingale.”

He slides slowly in and out as I ride the waves of pleasure.

My belly tightens.

It occurs to me this isn’t just an orgasm.

“Guys…” I can’t believe this is happening. “That was my water breaking.”

They’ve never cleaned up so fast after sex. But as always, they take good care of me.

And we live happily ever after!