What He Needs

Chapter 17

.:Author's Note:.

Amanda (briefly mentioned in Chapter 13) at the top.

Please excuse any mistakes.

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Jonathan's POV:

"We should probably stop." Winston said halfheartedly as we kissed, breath hitching a moment later after I pinched his nipple.

"Mhm." I absentmindedly agreed, moving my hands lower to squeeze his ass cheeks and press myself harder against him. He moaned instantly, gripping my biceps to pull me closer.

"Your daughters are going to come in and see us." He whined once we stopped kissing in order to take a breather. Despite that, he turned his head so that I could tease his neck with bites and small smooches.

"You're saying one thing, but your body is saying another." I teasingly whispered into his ear before nipping at the part under his lobe. He jumped, in more ways than one, making me chuckle.

"You're such a-"

"Daddy!" My girls interrupted, banging the door against the wall as they entered my room. They must've frightened Winston because he quickly shoved me off of him, the bed (since we were at the edge), and onto the floor. I groaned as I made contact with the hard surface and pain spread across my entire body.

"Oh shit." Winston cursed while my girls gasped. "Jonathan, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Peachy." I said as I sat up slowly. April and Alyssa tumbled into my arms once they saw that I was fine. "Morning, girls."

"Morning, Daddy." They replied. "Good morning, Winston."

"Good morning." Winston said shyly before rolling over in the bed and laying back. I stood with my girls on each of my hips and looked down at the man sprawled across my sheets. He looked delicious half-naked, but we had to get ready for work soon, and he was a man that took forever and a day in the shower.

"I'm going to start on breakfast. You should shower first." I told Winston, causing him to remove his arm from over his face.

"You're not my father." He ribbed, making me smirk.

"Oh yeah?"

"Jonathan!" He gasped with a blush and looked at my girls. Thankfully, they weren't as intellectual when it came to dirty jokes so I didn't have to worry about them questioning Winston's and my interaction. "You're the worst."

"Yet you still like me. That makes you a bad boy."

"Oh my gosh! Leave."

"Girls, can you believe he's kicking me out of my own room?" I spoke to my daughters with a laugh. They giggled as I walked out of the room, throwing a wink over my shoulder at the still blushing Winston. He threw a pillow in my direction, but it missed me and hit the wall instead. "You've got to be quicker than that, babes."

I decided to stop teasing Winston then and let him get ready for the day. After entering the kitchen, I set my girls down, each on a chair of their own. Macy was bent over the kitchen's island with her face pressed against the cold surface. I kissed her temple in greeting, receiving a low groan in response. When translated to English, that meant "give me coffee."

"Daddy, can I have my eggs scrambled, please?" Alyssa asked with a small yawn.

"Can I have mine fried?" Questioned April.

"Make me an omelet." Joined Macy. I took the ingredients out of the fridge and spread them across the counter.

"Why can't you all be less difficult and eat the same form of eggs?" I sighed while taking out the frying pan. My twins laughed while Macy sat up to look at me.