Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“There’s nothing to say sorry for,” Remy replied. He sounded very calm for a man who had his finger in her ass!
Although she guessed she was the one on fire, not him.
“Sorry, Tink.”
“Just please, please, can I come? Please.” She couldn’t take any more.
“I think our girl deserves it, don’t you, Loki?”
“Yeah. She deserves the world.”
Her breath caught in her lungs as Loki stared up at her like she was his whole world.
And she knew that look was returned in her own eyes.
Because she felt exactly the same way.
And then he gave her the best present possible. He returned his tongue to her clit, flicking it back and forth.
Hell.
God.
She held onto the counter for dear life as he slid another finger into her pussy.
Then Remy did the same. Seriously, it was like they were talking to each other, deciding on the best way to torture her.
They moved in tandem.
Two fingers in her ass. Two in her pussy. A tongue on her clit.
She was on sensation overload. It was too much.
“I can’t!” she cried.
“You can,” Remy said in a low, firm voice. “You can do anything, baby girl. You’re so fucking amazing, you could conquer the world if you wanted to. Just let go, trust us to hold you. To catch you. Can you trust us that much?”
There was no answer other than yes.
Which was exactly what she screamed as she came.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
Her legs gave way and Remy quickly slid his fingers free from her ass, catching her before she could hit the floor.
Turning toward him, she nuzzled into him as he whispered words of praise to her.
Who would have thought that the big guy was so good at snuggling? At aftercare?
Then Loki draped himself over her as well and she turned to kiss him. It was a slow, sweet kiss that said everything that hadn’t passed their lips yet.
And so much more.
It was perfect.
41
Remy carried their girl into her bedroom.
It was clear to see that she was done in. After they’d made her come so explosively that she could no longer stand, he’d scooped her up and put her in the bath.
He’d bathed her while Loki tidied up and got her sippy cup, filling it up with water again for her to drink. She’d been mostly sleepy throughout all of this and Remy had wished he’d had a baby bottle to feed her.
After her bath, Remy dressed her in a pair of cute pajamas. They were pink and white striped with buttons down the top in the shape of cupcakes.
Loki pulled the blankets back fully as Remy nearly tripped over a pair of her shoes.
“We’re gonna have a talk about keeping your room tidy, young lady.” He winced after saying that. That was probably the last thing he should be saying after he finger-fucked her ass.
“Later, Daddy. Isa-Bee tired.”
The name slammed into him.
It took hold, sinking its claws into his heart, where he never wanted it to leave.
Daddy.
He knew she was tired and that was likely why she was sinking into Little headspace, but damn if he still didn’t love it.
Remy placed her in the middle of the bed and helped Loki tuck her in.
“Razzie? Where’s Razzie?”
“He must be still in the bathroom,” Loki said. “I’ll get him.”
She rolled over with a murmur of discontent. Her arm flung out with a grunt.
“Daddy? Where you at?”
Damn. She just kept tugging at his heart, didn’t she? Pulling him further and further into her clutches.
“I’m here, baby.”
“But I can’t see you!”
He had to grin. “Try opening your eyes, Princess.”
She opened her eyes and glared at him. His smile grew.
“I’m sure you weren’t there before.”
His poor girl. She looked done in.
Loki returned with Razzie in his hand.
“Are you feeling all right, baby?” Remy asked, placing the back of his hand over her forehead.
“I’s good, why?” she asked as she yawned.
“You just seem pale to me. What do you think?” he asked Loki.
Loki nodded as he sat down on her other side. “She needs to work less.”
“It’s all right, Ki-Ki.” She reached out to pat his hand. “I’m all good.”
They shared a look across her. Soon they would be talking more about that. They’d given her a deadline.
But not tonight. She needed to rest.
“Good night, precious girl,” he whispered. “Sleep tight.”
“Noo,” she grumbled. “Daddy, don’t go. Daddy stay.”
Loki shot him a look of surprise. Remy felt another surge of pride. This girl was his.
“Baby, Daddy has to get home.”
“Sleep here.”
He frowned. “I suppose I could sleep on the sofa again.” Not his favorite option, but at least he would be close by if she needed him.
“Nooo,” she grumbled. “Too far away. Sleep here. With us.”
“Us?” Loki repeated.
“Yeah. Want you to sleep here too,” she said, looking to Loki.
“Tink, you know that’s not possible.” There was such misery on his face as though it physically hurt him to say no to her.