Page 67 of Double Daddies
Elle’s response was to stick out her tongue, which only made both men roar with laughter.
“I wouldn’t suggest you try that under different circumstances, little miss,” Amanda chirped in. “I can assure you it would cost you a well-seasoned ass for the trouble.”
“Thanks for the warning,” Elle said with a wary glance at them.
“Yep,” Drake pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “What she said.”
“You know there is such a thing as consistency,” she responded in a preachy voice. “Ask me, as a baker, I know how important it is to make sure your dough is always just perfect. Same can be said for when what is allowed in this,”—she pointed between them—“mystery of ingredients.”
“As we say in the business world, love… read the room. You would very quickly learn when actions are appropriate and when not.” Drake smiled broadly. “Lessons we’ll be too happy to provide with the correct… incentivized ingredients.”
“Pfft,” she snorted as she waddled down the path that opened to a beautiful cove with a small waterfall and seabirds wheeling overhead. Elle paused at the edge of the sand, her toes curling into it.
“I guess I’m not going to swim?”
“And why is that?” Damian gently brushed her hair back.
“Duh,” she said with a sideward glare. “The diaper’s going to get wet and sandy,” she pointed out in a last desperate attempt at logic… or rather manipulation to get out of the offending garment.
“That’s why we brought extras.” Drake smiled as Amanda produced a beach bag she hadn’t noticed before. “We plan to be here quite a while, princess.”
Her answering whimper was both frustrated and aroused as she caught the double entendre. It was a combination that made their eyes darken with promise.
“Now then,” Damian spread out a large blanket. “Who’s ready for some surf time with her Daddies?”
“Why don’t you ask the birds?” Elle said in a saccharine tone. “Since you both seem to be so fascinated with them.”
“Such a sassy mouth,” Drake murmured as he scooped her up without warning. She kicked and squealed as he waded into the surf.
“No! The diaper’s getting wet and heavy!” She squirmed in his arms. “Let me go! This is completely—eek!” Her protest ended in a shriek as a wave splashed over them.
Damian joined them with pleasure dancing in his eyes. “Ready to jump the waves, babygirl?”
“Oh, please! I’m not a toddler to be—” Another wave cut her off as Drake bounced her in his arms.
“One... two... three!” They lifted her over a rolling wave. Their smiles were broad as a reluctant giggle broke through her feigned annoyance.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “You are ridiculous.” But her body was already tensing in anticipation of the next wave.
“Here comes a big one!” Damian called out. They lifted her higher, and this time, her laugh tinkled across the water.
The sodden diaper hung low on her hips, with water streaming down her bare torso. With her earlier self-consciousness forgotten, Elle began pointing at approaching waves, demanding, “Higher, Daddies! Higher!”
Drake’s chest tightened as he watched her transformation. Gone was the sophisticated bakery owner, replaced by their precious Little, bouncing and splashing with uninhibited joy. Her breasts swayed freely as she jumped between them, crystal drops flying from her hair.
“Chase me!” she called out suddenly, breaking away to splash through the shallows. The waterlogged diaper slipped precariously low, but she paid it no mind, too caught up in her game.
Damian caught Drake’s eye. His expression was raw with need and tenderness. This was what they had hoped for, fortheir Little to emerge naturally and not through discipline or demands.
“Youuu caaan’t caaatch me!” Elle taunted as she danced away from their reaching hands. Her face was glowing with mischief and delight.
“Oh really?” Drake lunged and caught her around the waist to drag her tight against his chest. She squealed as he spun her high into the air.
The diaper finally gave up its fight with gravity, sliding down to her knees. Elle’s laughter didn’t falter as Damian pulled it the rest of the way off, tossing it onto the beach.
“Our beautiful baby girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her wet shoulder and brushing his palms over her back and naked buttocks.
Drake felt her shiver at the featherlike caress as her body melted against his. The transition was starting. Soon, their Little will fully emerge, sweet, trusting, and utterly perfect.
