One Daddy Isn't Enough

I'm laying on a pool chair in the backyard of my dad's house watching the two males that make my heart beast faster and make my p***y damn wet, cooking on the grill. My dad and Derek, my ste-dad. It took me some time to convince them to get to know each other and a few more to make them realize that they actually enjoy each other's company. You could say they are like best friends now. My mom and my dad got a divorce when I was thirteen. It was ended on good terms, but I was so man at my mother because I wouldn't be able to see my dad when he gets out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist nor see the big bulge in front of his football shorts. Yes, I've been attracted to my dad since I was twelve. He is the sexiest man walking the Earth or so I thought because a years later came my step-dad and holy f**k! They are both sexy, tight abs, strong arms, tattoos and tan skin. My dad has blue eyes and black hair, while Derek has brown eyes and dark brown hair. "How many hot dogs do you want, princess?" My dad asks me. I grin. "Two, please." But the ones attached to your body. Derek brings me a plate and a sprite. "Here you go, baby girl." God! That makes my lower body tingle. "Thanks, dad." I smile up at him. "You're welcome." He winks at me then runs towards the swimming pool, jumps and splashes water all over me. "Dad!" I laugh. My dad laughs and joins me, pulling a chair besides mine. "He is such a kid." He says. "No more than you, though." Said Derek who had come up from under the water. His hair was covering his forehead and I wanted to brush it out of his face with my fingers. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't noticed that dad had left his chair until I felt the heat of his body against mine. He was carrying me bridal style. I look up at him confused, he gives me a smirk and starts walking forward. I glance at Derek in the pool with a smirk that mirrors dad's. My eyes grow bigger and I look up at dad. "No! Dad! The water must be cold!" It's almost summer, but dad's pool is always cold and I hate it. "Good, it's really hot right now." He says, keeping his eyes to the front. "B-but," I try to come up with an excuse. "The water will ruin my make up." I whine. He stops and looks down at me, his face serious. "Even better." He says. "You don't need all that make up to look pretty, princess." My heart was going at a Nascar race rate. I'm pretty sure he could feel it, and if he did, he didn't give any sign that he knew I was a hot mess. Before I could say anything he throws me to the pool. I gasp in surprise, making me lose the little breath that I had. Then another gasp when I was under the freezing water, making me choke. I'm a good swimmer, but at that moment I panicked and I forgot how to swim. I kept coughing under the water causing me swallow even more. Hands grab my waist and pull me up to the surface. Once my head was out of the water I was a coughing mess. Derek had one arm around my waist and with his other hand he was stroking one side of my head while I gathered myself. "Is she okay?" I heard my dad's panicked voice. Derek answered him, but he kept his worried eyes on me. "Yes, she'd fine." Then his eyes turned a shade darker, they had a look I never had seen before. Feeling uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me, I lay my head on his chest. He took a deep breath. "Are you alright?" I shivered when I heard his husky voice. "Are you cold?" He pulls me into a hug and I innocently wrap my legs around his waist. He rubs my back to warm me and it took everything in me not to let a moan slip from my mouth. "Um, y-yeah." Pull yourself together, Hayley! "Yes, I'm fine and the water is cold so yeah." I lie because I'm not about to tell him that his husky voice turns me on. "I'm sorry, Hales." I turn to look at my dad, his face looking so sad. Derek lets go of me so I can swim up to him. I place my arms around his neck, wrap my legs around his waist and hug him. He stiffens, but then wraps his arms around me and hugs me back. "It's okay, dad. I'm alright." I reassure him. I pull back enough to look him in the eyes. "So please stop looking so down." I pinch his cheeks and he laughs. "I love you, princess." "I love you too, dad." I start swimming away from them. "But I think I love Daddy Derek more for saving my life." I laugh and stop abruptly when I realize what I just said. I stand there frozen, with my back to them. Did I seriously just called him Daddy? Before I could say anything, which by the way, I had no f*****g clue what the hell I was going to say, I was turned around to be face to face with my dad. I stare up at him, holding my breath because I didn't know what he was going to say. He forcefully pulls me to him, I gasp in surprise and automatically wrap my legs around his waist. "Dad, I'm so-" "I'm hurt, princess." He says without breaking eyes contact. Thinking he meant that I said I loved Derek more than him I say. "I didn't meant it, I love you both the same." He chuckles and I feel the cold concrete wall of the pool on my back. "I didn't mean that." He said. His face, his body, they were so close and I was having trouble breathing. "Th-then what did you mean?" I kind of hate the way they make me feel so damn weak. "You stopped calling me daddy when you turned fifteen, two years ago." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Why?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. I tried, but couldn't get a word out. I don't know if it was the summer heat or maybe it was the heat radiating from his body so close to mine or maybe it was the fact that I completely forgot how to breath. Dad tilted his head to the side. "Are you okay, baby?" Oh, f**k! Calm down. Calm the f**k down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. When I open them I see that dad is still staring at me. Waiting for an answer. "Mom told me to stop." I tell him. He frowns. "Because," I continue. "She said I was too old to call you daddy. That it seemed wrong." Dad got a furious look on his face. "I'm sorry." I say looking down at the water. Well, that's what I intended, but we were so close that my eyes landed on his hard abdomen. He takes my chin in his fingers and makes me look up at him. "I'm not mad at you, princess." This close I could see his deep blue eyes. So beautiful. "I never wanted to stop, you know." Dammit. Those eyes are hypnotizing. He slowly, oh, so slowly, stroked my cheek looking intently into my eyes and said. "You can start again, if you want." My heart skipped a beat. "Would you want that?" "I do." Is this real? "Okay." I say. "Okay, what?" He says in a deep sexy voice that made my p***y wet. "Okay, daddy." I say shyly.