Chapter Twenty-Four
Huxley
He was breathing hard as though he’d just run a marathon. But really that had just been a sprint of what he wanted from this woman. She was too perfect for words, looking up at him from under her lashes with those big hazel eyes, his cock softening in her lush mouth.
“Such a good girl,” he told her, cupping her jaw with both hands. “You made your daddies feel so good, and did such a good job cleaning Daddy’s cock. You can let go now, babygirl.”
Tamsyn did as she’d been bade, licking her lips after she’d released him, like she hadn’t quite gotten enough and she was searching for one last drop.Christ. His dick made a valiant effort to express interest but he wasn’t a young man anymore and he simply twitched in a way that was almost painful.
He glanced at Lo who tipped his chin up. Wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else, but he may as well have said the words out loud for how clearly Huxley understood his twin’s intentions.
“Lo’s going to pull out now, and we’ll get you cleaned up, sweet girl.”
The way her lips parted and her lashes fluttered as his brother withdrew was hot as hell—there was nothing quite like a woman who’d just been very well fucked and seemed a little disappointed it was over—but it filled him with tenderness for her as well. She’d been well-used and now he’d show her how much he valued that, how precious she was for giving this to them.
He grasped her shoulders and helped her to kneel up, coaxed her to the edge, and then told her, “Arms around my neck, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It hit him square in the gut how vulnerable she’d allowed them to render her when she held up her hands, still contained in the mitts and clipped together at the wrist. He bent down to duck his head through, and then hoisted her against him.
His heart squeezed when she wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at the small of his back, sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder and breathed softly against his neck.
“Such a sweet little kitten, aren’t you, babygirl?”
“Guess so.”
Huxley laughed and rubbed her back while carrying her into the en suite. “And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Such a tell, those two little syllables. Grown-up Tamsyn would say “yes” or even “yeah” but never that slurry “uh-huh.” Too cute. He didn’t want to drag her out of little space so he resisted letting the smug “I told you so” that was crawling across his brain like a chyron come out of his mouth.
“Good. Now it’s time to get spoiled.”
“I wasn’t already?” she mumbled.
“Touché. Spoiled in a different way. But first, you need to use the potty.”
He set her down on the toilet and she didn’t look sleepy anymore. Not at all. More like someone had suggested she parade naked through Bishop Park. But then her brows gathered and she pursed her lips, so thinky.
“Um, okay, I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Huxley contained his snort, but barely. “That’s not how this works, babygirl. You need Daddy’s help.”
He squatted down to be eye level with her, and then squeezed her wrists to remind her that her hands were still encased in mitts, not to mention they were bound together.
“You could take them off,” she suggested hopefully, eyes bright and wide. What a funny little girl.
“I could, but I’m not going to. Your other option is to use a diaper. I’m happy to put you in one, but I was going to save that for overnight after we give you a bath.”
If she looked embarrassed before, she looked downright mortified now.
“This time it’s up to you. It won’t be in the future. And I’d suggest making a choice sooner rather than later unless you want Lowell to have any say in the matter. I suspect you’ve figured out by now that I’m the softer of the two of us in a lot of ways. Just something to keep in mind.”
“I’ll use the potty,” she spilled, probably imagining Lowell stalking in here and making the decision for her. He would.
“Good choice.”