And then there it was—a soft sound that came through the baby monitor. Sierra cried a little and the whole world stopped.
They all froze as though they could stop the horror that was occurring. Not a single sound was made, not a breath passed between the three of them.
Once second and then two. A third passed and then Laura looked up at him. “You need to fuck me now. She is going to wake up and I need an orgasm. Hurry, Rafe. Hurry.”
A quickie. Yeah, he could do a quickie. Anything to get inside her. It had been so long, so damn long. He was aching for it. He let go of all his worries, all his cares. Only one thing mattered—being with his wife.
He picked her up, her slight weight nothing against his strength. He swung her up into his arms, like he had on their wedding night, like he would when they were eighty and he could barely handle her. He would find a way to carry her around because she was his. Maybe it would take them both. Perhaps that was how they would manage it. It would be him and Cam, loving Laura forever.
“Quietly,” Cam said, a grin on his face. “If worse comes to worse, I’ll take the baby, but I expect you to pay me back.”
Always. A deep well of love for Cam welled up. He didn’t want to kiss Cam or make love to his nasty ass, but he loved him all the same, and despite what his mother believed, it was good and right and perfect. He always had backup. He never had to worry that Laura would be alone, that his daughter would be alone.
Family. His mother had been alone when his parents split up, and it had turned her into a bitter woman. Cam would kick his ass if he tried to leave. Cam would call him home.
He hurried through the door to their small room. They needed at least two more, and Laura was right. He had the money to do it, but he’d been hedging his bets. No more. This was their home. This was the best place to raise their baby. He would open up the wallet and get them what they needed, including a wraparound deck where they could sit and watch Sierra run around. And her brothers or sisters.
More. He wanted more, but it had nothing to do with more money or choices. He wanted more children, more family, more love. More responsibility.
He tossed her on the bed.
“Out of the clothes now.” Rafe wanted to see her, every inch of her.
She hustled, pushing at her slacks and shoving her shoes off her feet. They were cute little wedges, but he just wanted her naked. Her skin was shown off inch by inch, from the slight, feminine curve of her belly, to the swell of her hips, to her perfectly shaven pussy.
“Fuck. Spread your legs. I want a taste.” He hadn’t licked at her pussy in months. There had been too much to do. Despite the fact that Sierra hadn’t come from her womb, Laura was a mom now, a mother with an infant and she was so tired, but they needed this connection. Sierra needed them to have it. She needed her parents to be passionate about each other.
He tore his own clothes off. He couldn’t stand the thought of a single centimeter of cloth between them. He shoved his shirt aside, pulled off his pants, and shoved his boxers down, freeing his cock. He was pulsing with need, desperate to get inside.
“Come on, baby.” Cam had shed his clothes. He strode into the room completely naked and utterly confident. “He needs to get his tongue on you. We both do. It’s been far too long. We don’t know how much time we have so spread those gorgeous legs for your men.”
She laid back and very slowly brought her ankles apart, every centimeter a flirty seduction. She licked her lips, tempting him to play with her. “My legs are spread. I’m ready for you.”
Rafe dropped to his knees and shoved his face toward her pussy. He loved her smell and taste and the soft skin of her labia against his tongue. He dove deep, spreading her with his fingers and licking up every ounce of cream she had.
He parted her labia, sucking one and then the other side between his lips. So fucking sweet. The shells of her sex were petal soft and getting damp with arousal. It coated his mouth, filling him with her essence.
He let his eyes drift up, and Cam was busy at work. His mouth was at her breast, pulling and tugging on her nipples. His left hand was flicking her other nipple, keeping it on edge. Laura’s head was thrown back, her mouth open on a keening cry.
He played with her clit, pressing down on that little nubbin and dragging it in slow circles. He speared her with his tongue, fucking up inside her in long strokes. He covered her whole pussy with his mouth, just his thumb on her clit. He pressed down and felt her cunt start to shake, her hips shimming with the dawning orgasm.
She came all over his tongue, coating his mouth and filling him. Perfection. He spread her wide, getting every little drop he could.
His cock was pulsing, desperate. He shoved her knees apart. “Cam, get the lube.”
He wanted inside her, but he didn’t want to go alone. He wanted Cam with him, the three of them together.
Cam was grinning as he got to his knees. “Already on it.” He had a blue tube in his hands. “What do you say we get creative?”
Laura was sighing. “I’m just happy to be here. Do you know how good that felt? Months and months and I haven’t felt anything like that.”
Neither had he. He’d had little kisses, fleeting things as they passed the baby to each other or as she ran out of the house for work. This was what he’d been missing, the deep connection between the three of them.
This was what he could never explain to his mother, what a person simply had to accept—that they were connected, together, that they would never be whole apart.
It was odd and weird and it was theirs.
Rafe opened himself. That was what Hiram had claimed he refused to do. He opened himself and suddenly he was full. Full of love. Full of hope. Full of them.
“Let’s play.”
Cam lubed up his cock. He laid back on their bed, his hand running up and down his dick. “Those are the words I want to hear. Come on, baby. Sit on my dick. Work that hot little ass on my cock.”
Laura’s eyes lit up, and he saw the moment she stopped being a mom and gave herself permission to be a woman. They’d been parents for the last two months and had forgotten to be lovers. Her skin flushed a pretty pink and her nipples stood at attention. Such pretty little nipples.
Rafe reached out and grasped her hands, giving her the balance she would need. They hadn’t tried this particular configuration before, but Rafe was feeling as adventurous as Cam obviously was.
Cam was holding his cock in his hand. “Help us, Rafe.”
That was his job. It was Cam’s job. They were truly partners. Other people could call themselves partners, but Rafe truly understood what it meant. It meant sharing a life. It meant sharing their wife and kids. It meant really having someone’s back.
He held her hands as he lowered her down. Cam’s fingers circled her hips, gripped her.
He watched her face as she grimaced. “Do you have to have such good aim?”
He grinned. It had been a while since her little asshole had been invaded. “Oh, my poor darling. Is he too big?”
Her eyes rolled back as she sank onto Cam, releasing Rafe’s hands as she found her balance. “He’s too big. You know that’s why it feels so fucking good.”
He did. At least on an intellectual level. “You take him. You take every inch he has to give you. You let his cock into your ass or you won’t get anything else.”
Laura might not be a sub, but she responded to a little dominance.
She whimpered, a sound that went straight to his dick. He was dying, pulsing, blood flowing to his cock and making the world shift to one reality. Her. He needed to be inside his wife. He had to get into that pussy or die.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” Cam groaned as he worked her down his cock. “Take more.”