One Daddy Isn't Enough

Chapter 3

I put a red tank top with ripped denim shorts and white converse. I take a deep breath, open my bedroom door and head downstairs.

I go the kitchen and grab a glass of orange juice. "Do you guys want anything from the kitchen?!" I yell because I can hear them watching football in the living room.

"Just you, baby girl." Derek says and my heart skips a couole of beats.

"Come and watch the game with us, princess." Dad is leaning against the kitchen entrance.

I smile up at him. "Okay." And walk to the living room, dad follows behind me.

I sit in the middle of th couch with Derek on my left. "Who's playing?" I ask.

Daddy sits on my right. "Real Madrid vs PSG."

"Oh my God! Really?" PSG is my favorite team. "What's the score?"

"It's veen ten minutes." Derek says. "No one has scored yet."

"But we all know Madrid will win." Dad says and Derek agrees with him.

Turns out their favorite football team is Real Madrid. Mine is PSG. An idea came to my mind and I grin.

"Uh-oh, I know that look." Dad says.

"What are you thinking, baby girl?"

"You guys wanna bet?" I ask.

"Bet what?" Derek asks. "Which team is going to win?"

I nod my head. "Yup."

"Are you sure you want to bet against us, princess?" Dad asks.

I frown and look at him. "Why shouldn't I?"

He shrugs. "I'm just saying that when you lose, you have to do not only what I ask, but what Derek wants too."

"You're underestimating Paris." I say offended for my team.

"I have to admit they are good." Derek says.

"Thank you." I tell him.

"But Real Madrid is better." He laughs and I slap him in the arm.

"Alright, are we going to bet or what?" I ask impatiently.

They look at each other and shrug. "Okay." They say in unison.

I jump up and stand in front of them. "Okay! If I win... hmm." I pout my lips, thinking of what to ask for. "I know!" I yell and they chuckle.

"If I win, you two have to do whatever I want for an entire day, no buts."

"That's it?" Dad asks incredulous.

I stuck out my tongue at him and pout, making them laugh.

"Okay," Derek says. "If we win, you have to cook for a week."

I glare at him, faking to be upset when in reality I love cooking for them. I don't let them know that of course, but when I make food for them and they eat it, it makes me happy. It feels as if we were together.

"Now, my turn." Dad says. "If we win, you have to sleep here." Meaning at his house.

"Is that it?" I laugh. "Daddy, me and dad basically live here with mom working out of town so often."

He gave me an intense look. "You didn't let me finish, princess." He says. "You have to sleep in my bed."

I just stand there. Did I just hear what I think I heard?

Yes, dumbass! You did.

I kick that voice out of my head and focus on my daddy. "Um, d-did you just say I have to sleep in your bed?"

"That's correct." He nods once.

I gulp. "With you in it?"

"No, princess."

I was both relieved and disppointed.

"With the both of us." He said.

I choked on my own spit. I could hear them talking, maybe asking me if I was okay but I was too busy registering what my dad just said to pay attention to what they were saying.

Maybe he was joking. Yes, that must be it.

I chuckle. "Good one, daddy." I say. "Now really, what are you going to ask for?"

"I already did." He didn't look like he was joking.

What the hell?

"Ookaayy." I say. "I don't think we'll all fit in kne bed though." I say jokingly trying to get out of this. Don't get me wrong, I want them. God! I want them so bad, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep if I'm on the same bed as them.

With their bodies so close to mine, their scent filling my nostrils all night, seeing their sleeping faces. I think I might die.

"I have a king bed so I think we'll be alright." Dad says.

So much for trying to get out of this, huh?

I roll my eyes at the voice.

"Okay." I wanted to ask why he asked for that, but was afraid of the answer. Stupid, I know but it's the way I am.

We watch the game and the first half ends with Real Madrid on the lead 1-0. I grew nervous , will I have to sleep with them? Should I make a move?

I mean it's been three to four years since you like them so I say is about time you go for it.

I know, but what if they reject me? They ARE my dads after all and this is wrong. What if I ruin everything?

You got a point.

I sigh and watch the other half of the game.

"YES!"

"NO!"

"WHAT?!"

We all say at the same time. I stand in front of then and point at them. "You guys are so going to take me shopping tomorrow."

The match ended with PSG on the lead 3-2. Meaning I won and they'll have to do whatever I want for an entire day.

"Why not today?" Dad asks.

"Because it's 5:46 in the afternoon and you losers," I point at them. "Have to do what I want for an ENTIRE day."

They look at each other. "Did she just call us losers?" Derek asks dad.

"I think she did." They both turn to me with mischievous grins on their faces.

Uh-oh.

I start running up the stairs, vut too late because one of them caughts me and throws me over his shoulder causing me to yelp.

I am thrown to a bed and giggle. I pull myself up on my elbows and stare at the two most sexy strong males standing in front of the bed, strong tattoo arms crossed in front of their chests and smirks plastered on their beautiful faces.

"Losers, huh?" Derek says.

I try to hold back a laugh. "Well, you did lose, didn't you?"

Dad looks at Derek. "She's a smart-ass, our little princess." Derek nods in agreement and they turn to me.

I frown. "I'm not a little girl."

They stare down at me with a look that makes my p***y wet. "No, you're not." Derek says with a husky voice.

Dad continued after him. "You've grown into a beautiful woman."

I need to calm down or else they will smell my arousal. "Yes, and you guys have grown into old men." I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from laughing.

Before I knew it they had me pinned to the bed and were tickling me. I was laughing so much, I was losing breath.

"S-stop." I say laughing. "Pl-please."

"What was that?" Derek asks.

'Please! Stop. I-I," I laugh. "Itakeitback!"

They stop tickling me, but keep my hands pinned above my head. They hover over me. Damn, they look like Greek Gods.

"You take what back?" Dad asks me.

"I." *pant* "Take it back." *pant* "You're not old."

"Yeah, we're in our best years baby girl."

I snort. "You're thirties are you best years?"

"So far, yes." Dad says.

I lay there staring up at them and an idea came to my mind. "Can I choose the day to make you guys do whatever I want?"

"Of course, princess. You won, you choose."

I nod, "Okay, then I want it to be on my birthday."

They smile down at me. "Then on your birthday it is." Derek says.

They kiss my cheek and we went downstair to the living room and watched movies for the rest of the day.

All I could think about was that my birthday is in a week. My eighteenth birthday. And I was going to use my winning bet to make them mine.