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“I said, babygirl, that Daddies should take care of these things for their Little ones, so sit back, relax and let Daddy Beau and I take care of you.”

Her shoulders dropped and a smile of quiet contentment flooded her pixie-like features. “Yes, Daddy.”

Tessa

Being bathed by two hunky Daddies was something of a dream come true, the kind of thing she might have fantasized about alone in her room at night; but the reality was so different.

As silly as it seemed considering all they’d just done, being naked with a thin film of bubbles barely covering her required a vulnerability she hadn’t expected.

It took everything she had not to pull her knees up to her chest, folding her body to cover herself.

Beau tilted his head as he looked at her, and once again made her feel as if he could see straight into her soul. “You are such a brave little girl, Tessa.”

“Brave?” Tessa inquired. It seemed like an odd choice of words when all she was doing was sitting in a bathtub.

“Mmm. Very. It’s hard enough, I imagine, to open yourself up to one new Daddy, especially after all you’ve been through, but two? You’re very brave, little one.”

Tessa smiled. She’d never thought of it that way before, but she supposed Beau was right. It was hard, and doing hard things made you brave. Beau made her feel seen.

With a deep breath, she relaxed and leaned against the back of the tub.

Dax continued his gentle washing, across her collarbone and breasts, down her belly and to the top of her mound.

Her pussy tingled when the washcloth ran over it with its nubby texture, and her legs parted, seemingly of their own accord.

Dax chuckled. “You have no idea how badly you are tempting me right now, little girl, and the next time we have you in this tub, I can’t guarantee I won’t hop right in with you, but tonight we have about twenty minutes to get you bathed and dried, and out the door. So don’t go getting any ideas and let Daddy wash you.”

“Let us both wash you,” Beau added, topping a dime-sized quota of shampoo onto the palm of his hand and massaging it gently into her hair.

His fingers kneaded into her scalp as her hair filled with bubbles, and he tipped her head back to rinse them out as Dax gently washed one leg and then the other.

It was almost too much, four hands on her at once, her body tingling under their touch, but it also gave her hope for what could come. Leaning into the sensation, she fell limp and compliant as they bathed her, washing and rinsing every inch of her.

When they were done, Beau drained the water, and Dax helped her up, folding her into a warm fluffy towel the second she stepped from the tub, pulling her into his arms.

Beau stepped up behind her, holding his arms out. “It’s almost time for you to head home, my dear, but how about one more Daddy sandwich for the road?”

Chapter Ten

Tessa

“You’re still here!” Luna cried, three weeks later when Tessa came home from her usual Sunday afternoon playdate just before bedtime. “I thought you guys would be married by now! Or at least that they’d have you living with them!”

Tessa sighed deeply, dropping her duffel bag that held Gus and her jammies on the floor in the living room, and looked around for help. But Ellie was already in bed, and Jilly was nowhere to be seen.

“Not every relationship needs to move at warp speed,” she huffed at Luna. It wasn’t the first time Luna had made these comments and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She tried to let them roll off her shoulders but they did get to her.

Because Luna was Luna and Tessa understood that all relationships were different, but it did feel as if her, Dax and Baze were moving remarkably slow. It also felt as if every time things started to speed up, they slowed right back down. She didn’t even know if they were officially her Daddies yet or not. She called them Daddies, they acted like Daddies, they referred to themselves as Daddies, but did that actually make them her Daddies or were they still in the try-on stage? It felt kind of like they were.

“You haven’t even stayed the night with them yet,” Luna said, not dropping the issue.

“Why does that matter?” Tessa retorted. She was trying to remain calm but her voice was taking on a shrill tone and she couldn’t seem to help it.

“I don’t know, it just does, I think. What if… they like… I don’t know… turn into werewolves at night or something?”

“Werewolves?” Tessa snorted. Obviously, Luna was making shit up and grasping at straws.

“That’s enough, Luna,” Baze said, coming into the living room. “Go get ready for bed.”