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Beau looked at Dax with a hungry expression that sent a shiver down her spine. “So we do. What an unfortunate oversight. I’m going to have to fix that immediately.”

Her gaze followed his movements as he placed one hand on Dax’s waist, using the other to lift Dax’s shirt over his head and toss it into the floor.

She couldn’t look away as he knelt in front of Dax and worked the button flap of his jeans with meaty fingers before pushing the thick denim over Dax’s hips, thighs and knees and onto the ground, revealing bright purple boxer-briefs. Certain that they would be next to go, Tessa trained her eyes on the bulge in the front and licked her lips, waiting for Dax’s cock.

To her surprise and dismay, Beau pushed to his feet, and regarded them with a wry smile. “All right, who’s going to undress Daddy?”

Dax looked at Tessa who shook her head. She was a willing participant but not ready to be an active one just yet.

He shrugged. “Guess I’ll do the honors.”

Dax moved slower than Beau had, turning it into a sexy strip tease as each item from shoes and socks to jeans and dress shirt was removed, piece by piece. Until again, all that was left was a sexy pair of boxer briefs that left Tessa whimpering and wanting more.

But neither of them gave her what she wanted.

Taking a step toward them, she trailed the fingers of her left hand down Dax’s chest and the fingers of her right hand down Beau’s, noting the contrast between the two.

“What now?” she whispered, her voice so raspy and filled with desire she barely recognized it.

“Depends on what you want, little girl,” Beau answered.

“I want… not to be in charge.” She could barely manage to exert her needs in a normal vanilla sex scene; there was no way she would be able to do so in this one with these two handsome alpha men.

Thankfully, they both seemed to understand how hard it had been just for her to admit that. With another shared glance between them, Dax smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”

Dax

“Daddy, you’re in charge. What’s the move?” Even though Dax had very clear opinions about how he wanted to move forward, along with strong desires to do so, Dax deferred to Beau.

Chain of Command.

It was new, as when sharing women before they’d been on an equal playing field, but Dax liked the change.

Beau paused, and assessed both of them, humming as he considered. “Oh there are so many things I want to do, but we are on a time constraint, unfortunately.” Turning his attention to Tessa, he commanded her to lay on the bed.

The eagerness with which she scampered to do Beau’s bidding was a sight in and of itself. In moments she was flat on her back, legs spread with her hands cupping her breasts as if to hide them. Silly girl. That would not do.

“Tessa, arms at your sides,” Beau commanded. “Don’t hide yourself from your Daddies, ever.”

Reluctantly, she obeyed, looking as small and vulnerable as ever as she lay there exposed for their inspection.

“Dax, walk over to Tessa, and dip your fingers in that sweet little pussy. See if she’s wet for us.”

Dax could tell from where he stood, that she was, indeed, very wet and ready for them, but he wasn’t so stupid as to disobey a command.

Drawn toward her like there was an invisible magnetic force pulling him, he approached, cupping her with his hand, already feeling her wetness.

Slipping in one digit, and then another, he looked at Beau and nodded. “She’s wet, Daddy. So, so wet.”

“Good.” With a nod, Beau moved to the nightstand and came back with two condoms, offering one to Dax, though it was less of an offer and more of an order.

“Take off those undies and rubber up, boy. I want to watch you fuck that sweet little pussy.”

Tessa’s lips parted, and she lifted her head off the mattress to watch as Dax peeled off his boxer briefs, slowly sliding them over his bulging erection. When they hit the floor in a puddle of fabric, he ripped the corner of the condom packet with his teeth and rolled the latex over his cockhead and down his shaft. Feeling Tessa’s eyes on him, he looked up and caught her staring.

Taking a step closer, he touched her again, sliding a finger down her slick folds. “Such a pretty, needy little pussy. Can Daddy fuck it?”

Arching her back, she moaned. “Yes, please!”