Pack Plus More

7. Daisy

Daisy

“ D arling, pass mama the potato,” I cooed. The girls were standing on chairs next to the kitchen counter, passing me potatoes to peel. Only they were passing them to me so quickly I had to keep putting them back, and the cycle kept repeating itself.

The guys had all snuck off to do god knows what. They were probably cooking up some sort of Christmas surprise and I knew there was no way they could stay away long.

I hadn’t even peeled three potatoes when Jeremy and Nate came in. “There’s our girls!” Jeremy shouted, swooping in and picking up Petunia, while Nate did the same with Poppy. “We’ve got some candy that desperately needs your attention!” he whispered conspiringly so both girls could hear.

“Candy!” Petunia declared happily. “Candy daddy!”

I chuckled. “You can be the one to deal with the sugar rush!” I told him as he placed Petunia on his shoulders and jogged out of the room with her clutching his head in a bear hug and giggling manically.

Within a second, they were gone, and I could only hear a trace of the girls’ giggles as they disappeared into another part of the house.

Washing my hands, I quickly poured myself a glass of red wine and took a big sip. It was Christmas after all. What other day could I start drinking wine at midday?

Hands snaked around my waist, pulling me back into a large chest, the comforting scent of chai washing over me.

“Drinking already?” Devon asked, nibbling at my ear.

“Tis the season,” I giggled as his lips trailed across my neck, my core tightening as his hands roamed over my sides. “The girls will be back in a moment. Don’t get me all worked up. Save that for tonight.” I pouted. It was my own fault for working them up. Maybe I should have saved my gift for Christmas night.

“Oh, the girls are going to be distracted for at least twenty minutes, so we’ve got plenty of time.” I could hear the smirk in Devon’s voice.

I hummed. “How did you manage that?” I asked.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” he said, his hand trailing down my torso, slipping under the waistband of my leggings, honing straight in on my clit.

“That’s an interesting method,” I giggled before my voice trailed off in a moan.

“What can I say? We were in a rush. So, can I convince you?” he asked.

“Keep doing that and you just may,” I moaned. Who was I kidding? I was desperate to jump his bones, but there was nothing wrong with a little extra persuading.

His fingers plunged deep, the movements fast and hard, making my entire body light up with need. Every one of my guys knew exactly how to play my body like a finely tuned machine. They could have me orgasming in thirty seconds flat.

“Bedroom?” Devon asked.

I cocked an eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see the gesture. “I mean… if the girls are going to be distracted for a few minutes, we could always…” I trailed off.

“Say no more!” Devon cried happily, whirling me around and lifting me with ease so I was perched on the kitchen island. He smirked up at me as he slowly sank to his knees, his hands tugging at my leggings, quickly pulling them off my body, leaving me completely bare.

Underwear just felt unnecessary when I had gotten dressed that morning.

I cocked my head to the side. “As much as I enjoy having you on your knees, it’s not exactly the goal here, and we are in a time crunch,” I said.

“Always time for a little warm up, my beautiful omega,” he said, winking at me before diving in. He wasn’t gentle. He lapped at my folds with strong, demanding strokes of his tongue. My entire body quivered as sweat broke out on my forehead despite the cool December climate.

“Devon!” I moaned, a little too loudly.

Delicious pain burst across my thigh as Devon lightly slapped it, pulling himself away from my folds to look up at me, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to have to keep quiet, omega, otherwise our girls may hear,” he tutted.

In no time, my legs were trembling in the strong grip of his hands as I leaned back, throwing my head back as I did my best to suppress my moans.

“If you don’t hurry up and knot me, you’re going to miss your opportunity,” I taunted. As much as I loved the foreplay, I needed to be filled. I was due a heat soon, and now I was off all my birth control and suppressants, I was a needy omega. “I suppose Jeremy or Nate would happily take your turn if—ah!”

My words were cut off as Devon moved faster than I had ever seen before, ripping himself from my body, standing up and pulling his sweatpants down. His hands grasped at the flesh of my ass, drawing me close as he filled me in one quick, brutally delicious thrust.

Gripping at his forearms, a strangled moan escaped my chest.

“Too much?” Devon asked with a smirk.

I shook my head adamantly. “Perfect,” I groaned as my walls fluttered around his cock, desperately searching for his knot.

Even without the knot, his cock fit perfectly, filling every inch of me, that familiar, delicious stretch sending me mad with pleasure.

Every thrust sent electricity running through my limbs, my toes curling as I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him deeper.

“I swear, your pussy feels better every time,” Devon groaned, trailing kisses along my neck.

“Same,” I groaned, reaching my hands under his shirt, exploring the familiar planes.

“Mine,” Devon growled, the deep vibration of his voice making my body lurch with need, even more wetness coating his cock. “Your pussy is already fluttering. Is my girl getting close?” he said, a smile in his voice.

“Can you blame me?” I asked in a breathy voice.

“Nope, I’m already close. The fact I get to be the first to try to fuck a baby into you has got me ready to blow like a teenager at the prom,” he chuckled.

“The least you can do is get me a corsage, then.”

Devon reared back, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Oh, I’ll get you so many corsages, you’ll be drowning in them.”

I gyrated my hips, meeting Devon thrust for thrust, our conversation forgotten as we chased our imminent release.

My vision turned to white as I hurtled over the edge, my walls clamping down on Devon’s rapidly expanding knot as I came, violently so.

The orgasm just kept going. The moment I felt it starting to ebb, Devon’s knot fully expanded as he came, setting off another wave of release. Even though knotting was a regular occurrence in my life, the feeling of being so perfectly full, stretched almost to the point of pain, never got old.

Devon rested his forehead on mine, panting heavily. In the afterglow of the mind blowing release, I couldn’t help but giggle.

“We must look a state,” I said, my voice breathless.

I was still wearing Jeremy’s Christmas sweater, my leggings tossed across the room. Devon’s sweatpants were pooled on the floor around his feet, and he was still wearing the soft gray t-shirt he had slept in and kept on for the present opening.

“But you’re my beautiful state,” Devon cooed, running his hand over my body, kissing the top of my head.

We stood there for a few minutes, waiting for his knot to go down.

“If the girls come running in now…” I giggled.

“We made a deal, I get you for twenty minutes uninterrupted,” Devon said, lightly kissing my shoulder. “This is all your fault; you know we’re all going to be beasts today now.”

“Maybe I should have saved the gift for the nighttime,” I mused, wiggling my hips and moaning as his knot hit new parts of my inner walls.

Devon groaned, his hand grabbing my hips, stilling me. “You can’t be doing that, or my knot is never going down.”

“How terrible,” I giggled.

“Then again, the longer I remain knotted, the longer my cum is locked in, getting you pregnant…” he mused.

I rolled my eyes, unable to keep the grin off my face. “How much longer do you have left?” I asked.

“Probably only five minutes,” he said, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Those girls are the best thing that’s ever happened to us, but damn I want to just kidnap you right now,” he admitted.

“Just think, hopefully in nine months there will be another baby added into the mix.”

“Just one? Knowing your track record, what if you have twins again?”

“Oh damn, I hope not. Again, the best thing that ever happened to me, but I was kind of looking forward to only one baby taking up space in my body for nine months.”

“You’re stunning when pregnant, I can’t wait to see it again.”

The moment we separated, we took a moment to get dressed, helping each other right ourselves, stealing kisses in between pulling on items of clothing.

“Let’s get cooking,” Devon smirked down at me. “Where do you want me, boss?”

My eyes raked over him, my scent giving away the perverted thoughts entering my brain. There were many, many ways I wanted this man.

“Well…”

“Mind out of the gutter, Daisy Monroe, this is a family Christmas!” he chided with a grin.

A snort escaped my chest. “We are certainly trying to grow the family today, aren’t we? You can finish peeling the potatoes. The turkey is all Jeremy—I don’t want to stuff it,” I grimaced. There was something about stuffing dressing into a dead bird that just gave me the ick. So, when Jeremy had asked to cook the turkey, I had gladly handed over the task to him.

Devon burst out laughing, kissing the top of my head and embracing me one last time before wandering to the sink to start peeling. “Well, I can think of a few things Jeremy can stuff today,” he mused.

Even with our clothes righted, he looked freshly fucked, his hair mussed and sticking up all over the place. I could have told him, but I liked it.

“I’m sure he’ll find an opportunity,” I agreed.