Chapter 6

Grady

Waking up with dark hair splayed across my face has me in shock for a moment. Then I remember the sweet little thing we met at the club and brought home with us. God, she was fucking sexy last night, but lying between Kipp and me this morning? She's stunning.

I wasn't lying when I told her last night she was the best fuck we've had in a long time with someone else. Our sex is always off the charts, which always astounds me because while we're both bi, we're also the first man that either of us has ever been with. But no other woman or man has made me feel like I did last night.

Also, Kipp has never fucked me while I buried my dick in someone else. We usually tag team whoever we bring home, or for men, we take turns fucking him. It was amazing and I'm already trying to figure out a way for Ollie to not be a one-time thing.

"Stop staring at her. It's creepy," a low voice breaks through my thoughts. I look up and see Kipp smirking. "She's incredible, isn't she?"

I nod. "I was trying to think of a way to make last night happen again. She just feels different. I can't explain it."

"Let's go have coffee and chat. We can make Ollie some breakfast." He winks and rolls out of bed, heading to the ensuite bathroom. My cock jerks at seeing his tight ass as he goes. Getting up, I follow him and we quickly brush our teeth and freshen up for the day before throwing on some sweats and heading downstairs.

Turning the lights on in the kitchen, Kipp pulls out all the things needed for bacon, eggs, and toast. I'm not the cook of the family. Burning water is my forte. So instead, I set about watering our plants for the day and stepping outside to grab the morning paper.

I'm sitting at the counter reading the paper and chatting with Kipp about asking for her number when the woman of the hour comes padding into the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?" I ask, setting the newspaper down.

"I did. I was a little shocked when I woke up and was all alone, but the smell of coffee and bacon had my mouth watering." She smiles softly and you can hear the sleep in her voice still.

"Sit and I'll get you a plate," Kipp tells her, pointing to the stool next to me at the counter.

"I should go. I don't wanna impose," she says hastily.

"It's no imposition. You're invited. In fact, we were just saying we'd love to see you again. Maybe go to dinner or something," I tell her as I pull out the stool for her to sit next to me.

"That would be nice," she says shyly, eyeing the plate Kipp just slid in front of her. He hands me a plate as well before sitting on the other side of Ollie. We eat while making small talk about what she does for a living. Where her parents are and if she has any siblings. It's a bit of a shock to hear she's only twenty-five. We knew she was young, but hell, that makes us seventeen years older than her. Also, the same age as Kipp's bratty daughter, since he had her during their senior year of high school.

After eating, I grab all our plates and drop them in the sink. The buzzer goes off, alerting us that Norbert has arrived to drive her home. I clasp Ollie's hand in mine and escort her from the kitchen to the living room, with Kipp behind us. She's looking around as we wait for the car to make it up the long drive.

I watch in fascination as she studies every art print and photograph on the walls. She gets to the one and only picture of Kipp's daughter on the wall and stops short, a gasp leaving her lips as her hand comes up covering her mouth.

The water bottle Kipp gave her in the kitchen when she finished her coffee hits the floor and she turns to look at us, her face white as a sheet and her eyes wide.

"What's wrong, sweets?" Kipp asks, taking a step toward her.

She puts her arms up to stop him, and he freezes. "You're Barbi's dad!"