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“You could barely walk last time and we weren’t anywhere near as rough. You either take the aftercare like a good girl or we fuck you like you’re made of glass from now on. You’re choice, Olive.” Andrew took the warm rag from me and gently began cleaning her up.
“This is embarrassing.” She pouted and looked back at me. “No one’s cuddling me. You’re all just staring up my ass.”
I laughed. “Up your ass? What the hell do you think I did to your ass, sweetheart?”
“Kinda feels like you tried to climb inside.”
Andrew blew out a rough breath. “We’ll be gentler.”
“Shut up.” She grunted when he slapped her ass. “I’m fine. You guys can’t spend the rest of our lives hovering over me because I scratched myself.”
I knelt on the bed next to her and watched her eyes track my dick. “We’re not hovering because you scratched yourself. We’re hovering because we love you and want to fuck you more today and tonight and every day for the next five to ten years.”
“And because you have a very pretty pussy.” Andrew grinned at the sound Olive made. “Pretty ass, too.”
“You want to hear something that my parents used to say to me? I thought about it when I was falling asleep last night and I almost begged y’all to come over to see me right then.”
I stroked her hair out of her face and nodded. “I’m a little worried after what Andy just said.”
She smiled. “They used to tell me that I’d be the devil’s doll if I didn’t do what they said. I was afraid of dolls when I was young so they really wanted to drive home the fear. Thanks to your story last night, I now believe my parents were on to something. Ididn’tlisten to them and Ididbecome the devils’ doll. Okay, maybe not doll, but you get it.”
Andrew leaned forward so he could look her in the eye. “The only thing your parents were ever right about is how bad the devils want you.”
“I think it should be our Christmas card.” She moaned when Andrew’s cleaning became distracted stroking. “I think we should all dress up as devils and really make a thing of it.”
“You’re thinking about our Christmas cards?” I raised my eyebrows.
“No! I mean, yes. But not this year. That’s too soon, I guess. I don’t know.” She giggled and then pulled away from Andrew so she could sit up on her knees and look at me. She’d noticed my dick getting hard again. “Is that about the Christmas card idea?”
I pulled her to my chest and held her. “No. No, it’s not about the Christmas card. It’s about you planning our future.”
She rested her hands on my thighs and smiled. “Oh, you have no idea. The night was short but my imagination was long.”
“Bet mine’s longer.” I winked and drank in the sound of her laughter.
Jack and Andrew moved onto the bed with us and Olive looked us dead in the face and said the worst thing she ever could’ve said. “So, hear me out. Barb and Brenda were telling me about this sex thing they do… They even drew me a picture. I want to try it.”
I looked down at my erection and frowned at it. “You sick fuck, go down. I don’t want to connect sex with those women.”
Olive started stretching her neck from side to side. “You’re going to thank them.”
“Stop it.” I looked at Jack and Andrew and saw that they were just as helpless as I was. “This is mean.”
“When Barb did it, they were with a traveling circus and the men she was seeing were acrobats. You’ll need to just try to be limber.” She pulled her hair up and cracked her knuckles. Then, she looked up at me and her smile turned shit-eating. The moment she saw me realize she was messing with me, she lost it. “Gotcha.”
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Epilogue
***Olive***
Five Years Later
The second the clock hit four, I sprinted out of my classroom like it was on fire. All of my kindergarteners had been gone for an hour and not for the first time I was bitter about having to stay an hour after. Especially that day. It was Jesse’s first dance. I was a nervous wreck for more than a few reasons, but mainly because my baby was growing up and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
Kitty was parked outside in Missy, just like she’d promised she would be. It was a big day for her, too. She and Jesse had become so close that he called her Grandma Kitty. She’d taken some time getting used to that. Apparently, she didn’t see Dolly as having a grandma vibe and she had to figure out a way to make it her own.
She had the windows down and the roof off and the moment she saw me she started honking the horn and cheering. “Our baby’s going to his first dance!”
