Page 276 of Double Daddies
Clay swung his gaze to the bedside table, then berated himself. Did he think she was hording condoms in a cookie jar on the nightstand,just in casetwo Daddy Doms invited themselves into her bed?
He’d stopped carrying rubbers in his wallet since he started here; all the playrooms, all the areas guests could access, had their own stations that the housekeeping staff replenished daily with condoms, small bottles of lube, baby wipes… anything and everything a kinky couple might require during a scene.
Residential and employee accommodations were not open to guests.
There was only one hope left for a happy ending here.
“Tristan.” Clay’s voice was terse with demand. “Tell me you have condoms.”
The blond slipped his hand into Avery’s dark hair, fisting it gently and pulling her bobbing head off his erection. Eyes a little wild, sweat glistening on his temples and teeth indents in his lower lip, he stared balefully at Clay. “Am I supposed to?”
“Daddy—”
“No, just wishful thinking.”
“Daddy—”
“Are you telling me we have a naked Avery at our disposal and no condoms?”
“Daddy—”
“Looks that way. Goddamn it.”
Avery heaved a sigh and extricated herself from Tristan’s grasp. When she shot Clay an annoyed look over her shoulder, then turned it on Tristan, there was a definite flare of adultness in her eyes. “Daddies, can I say something?”
The touch of attitude in her voice made his fingers curl inside her, a subtle reminder to behave. A shudder rippled through her, evolving into a low moan. Like any brat, she didn’t like being ignored; she needed to learn that having a Daddy’s full attention might be a case of careful what she wished for, especially when she had two Daddies to please. “Of course, sweetling.”
Muscles clamped down on his fingers. “You don’t need a condom.”
His ears pricked. Was she really suggesting they not use protection? “Avery…”
“It’s just a suggestion. All my pre-employment tests were clean—I’m assuming both of yours were, I don’t know what the protocol is for people who get positive results. Regardless, I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”
Oh, it was tempting. So very fucking tempting.
Thinking of the ramifications, trying not to imagine his bare cock plunging inside her where his fingers were currently thrusting gently, Clay clicked his teeth together. She was right about the tests—the club refused access to anyone who tested positive for STDs or STIs until they received treatment and returned with a negative set of results—so that wasn’t an issue.
Pregnancy, however, was the giant elephant standing in the road.
“Have you been sick lately, taken any antibiotics?” he asked slowly.
She shook her head. “Um… no.”
“Vomited after taking the pill at any point recently?”
“Ewww, gross. No.”
There were no rules against it, Clay thought. Evander and Elias treated their employees as adults, letting them make their own decisions. Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t hesitate to say no to the idea—too many risks in the outside world, not enough people testing themselves regularly, and far too many simply not bothered about their sexual health or that of others.
However, they were all clean, and the pill reduced the risk of pregnancy to one percent, so he understood. The million-dollar question right now was, how much did he trust that ninety-nine percent efficiency?
It wasn’t his decision to make alone, he realized. The slim possibility of pregnancy meant either he or Tristan would be in the hotseat, and it was Avery who stood to risk the most. Might as well start as they meant to go on and make the choice together.
“Tristan, what do you want to do?”
Blond eyebrows lifted as though shocked to be included in the process, which told Clay he was right in doing so. “I… we should be responsible, right? Wait until the condom fairy arrives? Bareback sounds amazing, don’t get me wrong, but…”
Avery patted his cheek. The gesture was all Little, but her voice… “This is a difficult conversation to have when there are fingers in my vajayjay doing funny things to my head, but we…Iagreed to this arrangement. Experimenting with the double Daddies dynamic. I’m okay with this if you are. There are no risks to our health and the chance of making a baby between us is low. There is one thing—one thing,” she repeated darkly, turning her head to include Clay, “I’m asking… no, demanding… from both of you.”
