Who's Your Daddy? by Lauren Gallagher Page A

side of her neck. I wrapped one arm, then the other, around her waist and teased her skin with my lips. Oh, my God, the scent of her skin. That was one memory the wine hadn’t even begun to dull, and I had to stop and take in a long breath of her, which brought back a flood of everything the wine had blurred—her hair splayed across our pillows, her tight pussy around my cock, her helpless moans when we made her come again and again—and I fidgeted as my jeans became painfully tight.
    Carmen broke the kiss with Isaac and turned around, looking at me with knee-buckling lust in her eyes. Sweet Jesus, I’ve seen that look before.
    I reached for her face, but she beat me to the punch, grabbing my shirt and pulling me toward her. She kissed me hard, combing her fingers through my hair.
    In the back of my mind, I was aware that this was probably the strangest thing for us to be doing, given the circumstances, but I didn’t stop. Neither Isaac nor Carmen stopped. For every reason we probably shouldn’t have done this, there was another to convince me we should.
    Because it was easier than talking about why we shouldn’t. Because it felt good. Because as long as we were doing this, then nothing else existed, and anything that did exist didn’t matter. Because if sex could reassure me that Isaac and I were still on the same page, maybe it could do the same with us and Carmen. It may not have made sense, but none of this did.
    So to hell with all of it. Reality could wait.
    “I think the bed might be more comfortable,” I murmured, bending to kiss her neck again.
    A tremor rippled through her, and goose bumps rose against my lips. Oh, yes, you remember all the things we did there, don’t you? I grinned and kissed just below her ear. Last time? That’ll have nothing on tonight, sweetheart.
    “I’m game if you guys are,” Carmen said. We both looked at Isaac, and he pulled in a breath. I swore he blanched, and I suddenly remembered his comment last night about the threesome scenarios being intimidating because of his lack of experience. Putting him on the spot like this probably didn’t help.
    I grabbed Carmen’s hair and pulled her head back so I could kiss more of her neck. She gasped, probably closed her eyes, and I met Isaac’s—one-on-one, now, so he wasn’t outnumbered—as I brushed her neck with my lips. I raised my eyebrows.
    He nodded and stood.
    I ignored the little voice in the back of my mind that pointed out this meant returning to the scene of the crime. That voice shut up when I kissed Carmen’s throat and drew a soft moan from her lips. Scene of the crime be damned, I wanted her. Both of them. Right now.
    “Upstairs,” she whispered. “Or someone’s going to fuck me right here on the couch.”
    I laughed and let her go. As I rose, I extended a hand. “Upstairs it is.”
    She took my hand, and I helped her to her feet.
    On the way upstairs, Isaac said, “I guess we don’t need to worry about condoms, do we?”
    “Well,” I said. “It’s not like she’s going to get any more pregnant.”
    Carmen laughed. “True. And aside from you guys and my ex-husband, I haven’t slept with anyone in years.”
    “It’s just been us for the last five,” Isaac said.
    “We probably don’t need them, then.” Carmen looked at me, then him. “Assuming you’re both comfortable with that.”
    Isaac and I exchanged glances.
    He shrugged. “Fine by me.”
    “Okay,” I said. “So no condoms as long as it’s just the three of us?”
    “Agreed,” Carmen said. “Now with that out of the way, would one of you please fuck me?”
    “Not yet.” I stood behind her and snaked my arms around her waist from behind as I kissed her neck. “What’s the rush?”
    “The rush is— ooh .” She shivered when I flicked my tongue across the base of her neck.
    “Patience, Carmen.” I held Isaac’s gaze over Carmen’s shoulder while I whispered in her ear. “Rest assured, we will both fuck you soundly before