“You gettwomattresses,” I reply. “They’re still rolled up in the garage. They’re those fancy new foam ones that are supposed to be good for you. You’re going to love them. I’ll go grab them.”
“I’ll help,” Hunter replies, quickly following me down the stairs. Once we reach the garage, I bend over to flip open the first box, and not surprisingly, Hunter is there, grinding himself against my ass. I smile as I thrust it back against him. In turn, he digs his hands in my hair, now finally long enough to grip, as he pulls me up and slides the other hand around my throat.
“God, I love watching you bend over.”
“I can tell,” I reply with a wicked smile. He kisses my neck and my body starts to rev up in response. “We don’t have time for this.” The fight in me is gone as the hand at my throat slides down to my waiting cock, stroking it to life.
“Get hard for me. We only have a minute.”
“You’re getting me hard right now,” I reply breathlessly.
Quickly, I spin around and shove him against the wall, stealing his mouth with mine as he works in a rush to get our cocks out. I growl into his mouth as he wraps his large hand around both of them together, stroking them between us.
Shoving his hand aside, I press him tighter against the wall, squeezing our cocks between our bodies and grinding hard to get the pressure we’re craving. He lets out a loud sound that I know Isabel must have heard. I slam my hand over his mouth as I grind harder and faster.
We don’t sneak around because she doesn’t like us being together, but times like these, when we should definitely be doing somethingotherthan making each other come, we figure it’s best not to flaunt the fact that we are.
“Harder,” he grunts, so I give him what he wants, biting his bottom lip as I do.
Without warning, he explodes between us, warm cum staining my dark blue V-neck. I have no right to complain because I’m right behind him, making the mess even bigger until we don’t know whose cum stain is whose. We’re panting into each other’s mouths as he mumbles, “We’re going to get in trouble for that.”
“Worth it.”
With a laugh, we finally pull away. My shirt comes off in a quick swipe, and I toss it at Hunter, who quickly takes it to the laundry room as I finish getting these mattresses ready. We carry them upstairs while they’re still rolled up, and we find Isabel glaring at us from her exercise ball.
“That took a while,” she says with a grimace.
“He started it,” I say with a smile as I lean down to kiss her perfectly freckled cheek.
“I believe you,” she replies, turning her attention to Hunter, who only shrugs in response as if that’s the best defense he has. “You owe me.”
“Deal.”
Getting the mattresses unrolled and on the bed is easy, but we reward ourselves by lying flat on them together as Isabel browses through the baby name book Mia bought her the second she found out.
“What about Austin?” she asks, when I feel myself dozing off. I screw up my face as I glare at her.
“They’re both girls.”
Isabel shrugs. “So? We had our first kiss in Austin.”
Hunter seems to let the idea settle for a moment before responding. “I like Austin.”
“Austin and Phoenix.” The names roll off my tongue comfortably, striking a sudden pang of something in my chest. Like visiting a place you’ve never been that instantly feels like home.
I know it won’t feel real until they’re here. And maybe even then it probably won’t feel real. I have no clue. But the idea of suddenly being a father floors me every time I think about it. I went from a party of one to five, practically overnight, and I know they’re nervous about me, thinking that I might freak out at any moment because this is too much.
And while I can’t promise I won’t freak out, this isn’t too much for me. It’s just right. It’s a chance to have a family the right way, to give them the life I never had. To give my kids the father I always wanted, and I know Hunter feels the same.
It might have started with a kinky arrangement, but it led us here, right where we’re supposed to be.
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