Page 19 of Eggnog and Edging
Ryker is in love with me? He couldn’t let a stranger win me? Each piece ticks into my place one after another. He's always been so kind, so supportive, even when dad didn't think a woman should have a job.
Ryker built the kitchen studio for me, turning the bedroom next to mine into my vlog recording suite.
"I love you too, Ryker. I love how you’ve always supported—”
He leans down, his lips slanting over mine. Is my dream coming true after all?
I turn to Cullen. “Was this all planned? You both won me?”
Ryker doesn’t let him answer. "Don’t think for a minute that me not being here for the win means I wanted it any less. Cullen and I hashed out a plan for me to cover for you while he won you for the two of us. If that’s what you want?"
This is so surreal, it takes a minute to get my wits about me. “Yes, but why didn’t you just tell me, Cullen?”
“Good question. Cullen?” Ryker mimics.
I’m too excited to lay down anymore. I scoot to sitting against the headboard.
Cullen hangs his head. “Everything was going so good, I couldn’t take the chance of freaking you out or making you worry there was a plan that involved your dad. I had to go full steam ahead.”
That’s a fair assessment. I’m still worried Dad will walk in. "If you two really think we can make this work… that we can keep from destroying my dad. He can be such a jerk but he can also be a really great guy."
“You’re worth the risk, Starla,” Cullen says.
I pull my hand away and shake a finger at him teasingly. "You are a bad, bad boy, Cullen. I might have to spank you."
He humphs. "If anybody's getting spankings in this room, it's going to be you, Babycakes."
"I can't say I'm opposed to that, but I guess I'll have to find a different way to punish you."
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to like this?"
"It's the three of us from now on.” Ryker isn’t as entertained as we are.
Of course he’d feel left out. I know exactly what to do. “Cullen, I want you to go sit back in that chair."
I glance at his lap. His cock had softened a little but instantly firms back up.
"I'll be there in a second," I say, using the sheet to wipe some of the cum from between my legs.
Cullen is more than happy to comply, but when I step to the chair, Ryker gently grabs my arm. "Hold on, Starla, I need to claim you."
I wink at him. "I know, trust me. Get undressed. You'll get your turn."
"Starla." He drags out my name.
I wink exaggeratedly at him and say slowly, "Trust me."
As Ryker undresses, I climb on top of Cullen, who's looking far too smug. I position myself so that I can work my sex over his tip several strokes before seating myself onto him.
This time, I slide up and down his stiff rod several times, experimenting between keeping his tip at my entrance, then taking him all the way in, filling me as if he's delivering his little babymakers straight into my womb.
I didn’t get much time to learn last time, but he swelled a little bit before he came. I stroke up and down, driving my impending orgasm to incredible heights, but keep myself from climaxing by thinking about how upset my dad will be.
I have to stay in control.
Then at the first sign of his cock swelling, I use my upstroke to pull clean off of him. I reach for Ryker who helps me to the floor, then tell Cullen, “Get out of the chair. It’s Ryker’s turn."
Cullen looks dumbfounded. His fingers reach for me, but I step away. "You were a bad boy. You're going to have to wait."
