14. The Second Kiss is the Sweetest

Holy crap.

Although she couldn't dispel the sudden trickle of fear, Desmond and Bastian were everything she'd wished for. She wasn't even afraid of them. Not really.

They wouldn't hurt her. Actually, they might, but she was willing to bet she'd like it.

Tania was afraid of what they'd make her feel. She'd asked for it though. She just had to fuck around and find out what having two Daddies would mean—and it was better than she'd ever dared imagine.

She cleared her throat and Desmond loosened his hold on her neck. "Yes, Daddies. I want that. I want everything, and I really want both of you."

Bastian tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, forcing her to remember how breathing worked so she could inhale his aftershave. Although she didn't recognize the scent, Desmond and Bastian both smelled of pine, leather, and maybe a touch of patchouli combined in a sensuously thick fragrance that made her core twitch with need.

For all she knew, they shared the product. Either way, they were getting it for their birthdays forever.

"Good girl, Titania."

The sound of her full name didn't irritate her like it did when Dr. Pappas said it. It was as if Bastian and Desmond used it to help her find a different mindset. Tania was focused on academics and didn't have time to date. Titania was their babygirl. She belonged to her Daddies, and they belonged to her.

Of course, she still had to figure out a way to fit time with them into her schedule but knew without asking that they would understand when she couldn't.

"Did I do a good job telling Titania about how I'll go down on her, sir?"

"You did very well, Des."

Bastian took her hand, and her knees wobbled as she followed him to the bed. Thankfully, she managed to sit before she fell over. When she tried to position herself so Desmond could do what he promised, Bastian shook his head.

"We have one small detail to discuss before anything happens, babygirl."

Pushing down a twinge of nerves, she asked, "What detail?"

"Which of us will be your first?" Desmond sat next to her, then lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "It's your choice, Tania, and there won't be any hard feelings."

Desmond meant well, so she tamped down her exasperation at being asked to choose between her Daddies. She believed Desmond thought letting her decide which of them would take her virginity wouldn't cause issues, and maybe she was overthinking things as usual, but choosing one Daddy over the other didn't sound like a healthy way to start a relationship.

"No. I refuse to make that decision. Which of you is the oldest?"

"I am." Bastian reached for her hand and frowned when she eased out of reach. "Babygirl?—"

"I said no." She glanced at the ceramic ashtray on her dresser where she kept her keys and loose change. It was one of those "so ugly it's cute" seventies-era art class projects she'd bought for fifty cents at a yard sale. After grabbing a quarter, she said, "Daddy Bastian, call heads or tails."

He blinked, then laughed softly. "A coin toss?"

"I won't pick one of you over the other. A coin toss is a random, binary event."

"A what?" Bastian asked.

Ugh. What is wrong with me?

Her Daddies were intelligent and well-educated, but she should have known better than to throw out statistical analysis to a layman. Talk about unsexy. "There are only two outcomes from a coin toss, and I have two Daddies."

"Why didn't you just say that?" Desmond asked, obviously trying to hide a smile.

"I did." When Bastian snickered, she scowled. "And quit teasing me. I know I'm a nerd, but you both understood what I said."

"But it's so much fun." Desmond quit trying to hide his smile, and seeing the wide, happy grin on his face nearly stopped her heart.

He's so pretty when he smiles.

It wasn't just the smile though. His delight shone in the deep lines on his forehead and the wonderful crinkles under his eyes. It was the tone of his voice and the way he leaned close to share her space. Despite her distaste for the phrase, she could see herself asking him to smile for her. He would mean it too and wouldn't bare his teeth just to shut her up—like she did to every idiot who asked her to smile for them.

She'd smile for her Daddies and wouldn't need to be asked for one.

After getting her mind back on the business of having her cherry popped, she stuck out her tongue at Desmond. "Daddy Bastian, heads or tails?"

"Heads."

Tania tossed the coin up and caught it out of the air, then opened her hand to reveal the outcome. "Heads it is."

"We should have played rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock to pick who called the toss," Bastian replied, gazing at her steadily as Desmond chuckled.

"And I'm the nerd in the room?" She rolled her eyes and dropped the quarter into the ashtray. "Could you two be any more Gen-X?"

Instead of replying, Bastian swept her off her feet, then carried her to the bed and tipped her face down over his lap. When she squirmed to get free, he wrapped his leg around her calves to hold her still.

"Our naughty girl needs a spanking, Des."

"Definitely, sir." Desmond's erection tented his boxer briefs with a deliciously significant bulge as he petted her backside. "She needs a very thorough spanking for being a brat."

Maybe bratting wasn't such a challenge after all.

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