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"She’s fucking nuts," Sloane breathes out, watching her leave the restaurant with an amused expression on his face. Clearly, everything that Linda said went right by him.
"Hey, she’s still your stepmother," Drake scolds him, and Sloane straightens up in his chair, the tension rises between the two of them.
"It’s not like she fucking acts like it," he starts, and I realize I have to stop this before everything spins out of control. Yeah, what a lovely family reunion.
"Well, maybe it’s your fault. Maybe if you didn’t behave like a child all of the time, people would respect you more."
"Respect? You’re just jealous of what happened between Natalie and I," he shoots at Drake, balling his hands into fists.
"I’m not the one trying to impress her right now. Your bad boy act isn’t working, Sloane."
If they keep going like this they might end up trading punches. That’s what my mother accomplished; she warned us to avoid scandal and now here we are, ready for a boxing match at The Oak Room.
"STOP IT!" I cry out, slamming both my hands on the table and looking from one to the other. "This has gone too far, and it stops this very moment," I tell them, my words as solid as concrete. "Here’s what I’m going to do; I’m going to get us a room right now, and you have two options. One, you stay right here and fight like kids. Two, you come with me and we stop all this nonsense." Taking a move out of my mom’s playbook, I let my words hang in the air while I pause dramatically, and only then continue. "Your choice."
I turn on my heels and head out of the restaurant, walking straight toward the hotel on the other side of the street. This insanity stops now.
Natalie
They follow after me like lost puppies, their hesitant but eager footsteps echoing in the hallway. Without looking back them, I grab the magnetic key card and press it against the magnetic reader on the door. The lock makes a barely noticeable sound and I push the door open, stepping inside the room and finally turning to them.
"You can’t be serious, Natalie," Drake starts, standing side by side with Sloane. There’s lust and desire in their faces but, underneath all that, there’s also a kind of restless anxiety. It’s almost funny—two men like them acting all nervous around a petite woman like me.
"Oh, but I’m serious, daddy," I purr, taking one step toward the two of them. I’m nervous too, you know? I don’t know what got into me to bring the two of them up here. But now that I’ve done it, it looks like the best decision I’ve ever made in my entire life. Because, really, why choose between slices when you can have the whole cake?
"Natalie, you --" Sloane chimes in, but I raise my hand and press one finger against his lips, shutting him up.
"I think there has been enough conversation for one night, wouldn’t you say?" I ask them, running my tongue between my lips. I place one hand on Drake’s chest, and the other on Sloane’s; my fingers trail down their button-up shirts, and they only stop when they find their belts.
Turning my wrist around, I flatten the palm of both hands against their crotches and grin. They’re already hard, their thick shafts pulsing against my fingers.
"You agree with me then," I continue to say, softly squeezing both their cocks. I was already wet when I got up from the table, but now it seems like a dam has burst between my thighs. My thong is completely drenched now, and it’s sticking to my skin in such a way that I have to stop myself from sliding it down my legs.
"This is fucking insane," Sloane says, but his voice is charged with an almost electric tension, each of his words making his cock harden even more.
"It is… And that’s why I want to do it," I tell him, looking from him to Drake. Letting go of their cocks, I take my hands back to their chests and smile, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I wait for a second—a second that seems to stretch into eternity—but then I feel a set of lips brushing against my neck. And then another.
"See, it’s easy," I whisper, opening up my eyes to see both men leaning into me, kissing the smooth skin of my neck. Drake is the first to come even closer, placing one hand on my waist, but Sloane follows him shortly after.
Moving in unison, they take their hands to my shoulder and push the straps of my dress down my arms. I sigh heavily as I feel the fabric sliding down my skin, and they keep on pulling until the dress is all bunched up around my waist.
Grinning, I tangle my fingers in Drake’s hair and then move fast, crushing my mouth against his. My lips linger on his for a couple of seconds, but then I pull back and do the same with Sloane, our tongues dancing around one another.
With both their flavors lingering in my mouth, I take one step back and look at them, my heart kicking and pushing against my chest. My God, I’m so horny right now. My eyes wander to their strong frame and, for a moment, I don’t know who I want the most. But that’s just me being silly; I brought them both here precisely because I can’t choose between them.
"I’m all yours," I whisper, taking my hands behind my back and unhooking my bra. I push the straps down, biting on my lower lip as I feel the cups dropping over my tits. My skin prickles as my nipples finally break free from their cage, and I let the bra slip off my fingers and fall onto the floor.
"You’re mine," Drake says in a low tone, taking one step toward me.
"Mine," Sloane repeats, once against standing shoulder to shoulder with our stepdad.
"Be nice and share, boys," I purr, reaching for Drake and unbuttoning the top tw
o buttons of his shirt. I then turn to Drake and do the same with his shirt, un-tucking it from his pants with a harsh tug. "There’s no other option," I add, grabbing at their shirts and pulling suddenly, all the buttons popping out and scattering around the floor like fleeing mice.
Sighing heavily, I press my hands on their stomachs, feeling the grooves and hard lines of their glorious abs. My insides clench as I feel the warmness of their skin, my pussy so wet that my fluids have already fled past my thong and are now dripping down my legs.
"I’m going to fuck you so hard," Sloane says all of a sudden, tangling his fingers on my hair and then kissing me. Drake says nothing, but he reaches for my dress and pushes it down my legs, leaving me only in my wet lace thong.
