We don’t sneak around because she doesn’t like us being together, but times like these, when we should definitely be doing something other than 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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Acknowledgments
This book was a fever dream. I honestly don’t even remember writing it. It just fell into place so seamlessly I can hardly believe it really happened.
I guess that’s what happens when you put three horny hotties on a road trip at a bunch of sex clubs. The story really tells itself at that point.
That’s it…threesome road trip stories is all I’m writing from here on out!
While the actual writing portion was easy, there was really so much more that went into making this book happen. So I need to thank my amazing team.
My publicist and friend （and fellow workaholic）， Amanda Anderson.
Danielle Sanchez and the team at Wildfire Marketing.
My beta readers, Amanda Kay Anderson and Adrian Babst for the constant enthusiasm and dedication to my stories. You guys are phenomenal.
The Queen herself, Claudia, for being my kink and Shibari expert. Thank you for your wisdom!
My editor, Rebecca’s Fairest Reviews. You’ll be glad when this series is over, won’t you? I’ll start being on time again. Thanks for working so hard and making my work shine.
My proofreader, Rumi Khan. I appreciate your dedication and flexibility so much.
Rachel Leigh. You know.
Lori, wherever I go, whatever happens, I’m taking you with me. Thank you for being so amazing.
My shameless sisters, for the laughs and the penis confetti.
The Sweetest reader’s group in the world.
And my beautiful Sinners.
To all of the readers, booktokkers, bookstagrammers, too many to name, who welcomed me and my books with open arms. Y’all don’t receive enough recognition for what you contribute to this community.