Page 43 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

I roll my lips together. “I had a bed made. I called from the honeymoon when the idea hit. When I said I went to the warehouse today I was actually at the workshop.” I raise my brows playfully.

They don’t say anything, and Sutton glances at the door.

Despite my nerves rising up, I soldier on.

“I thought maybe you were hesitant to come here, because staying across the hall from us is no better than me asking you to drive here some nights. I was thinking I’d found a solution to making me feel less cheap, but my solution didn’t factor in how it would make you feel. ”

Sutton reaches for the door handle to our room but I slap his hand away, earning a chuckle from his dad.

“Not yet,” I tell him, straightening my pencil skirt, then smoothing my hands over the chenille sleeveless blouse I paired it with.

“Now, I want to talk about this item, and what it means, and I want everyone to be open and honest. Promise?”

Geo’s lips twist. “Pinky swear.”

Sutton nods his head, dragging a strong hand down his face. “Promise.”

I open the door and they move into the room, and I come to join them, all three of us standing at the foot of our brand new bed.

“It’s huge,” Sutton says.

“You two are huge,” I counter, stepping away from them to flop across the center. “Thankfully Arnaud knows a custom mattress maker. The bedframe was no problem, but getting a custom mattress and box spring was apparently quite tricky.”

Sutton nods, playing with the stubble along his jaw. “They managed, I see.”

“I used the great motivator.”

Their heads whip to mine, two sets of stern eyeballs narrowed on me. “What does that mean?” Geo asks, his tone suddenly sharp.

I roll my eyes at both of them. “Money.”

Their collective sigh makes me laugh, and I spread my hands over the bed, covered in a large, off-white quilt, also custom made.

“I want you to know that if you want to sleep in here on nights we’re together,” I cast my eyes to Sutton, because we discussed this that night in the hotel.

We didn’t, however, discuss when we’d move to this step. Again, I’m leaping.

“And on nights that we’re not, you’re welcome here, and there’s not just room, but a place of your own. I won’t sleep on your side. Sutt will stay on his, opposite of yours of course. But if you want to join, you now have a place, because you belong, and I want you to feel like you belong.”

Geo’s face is unreadable, so I instead try to read Sutton’s face, watching his dad. Still, nothing.

Silently, Geo leaves the room and returns with a small bag, the sight of it giving me a thrill. It’s the bag from the store in Bora Bora, with the rest of our unused toys. He starts to unbutton his shirt, and I look between them, unsure of where we stand.

“Geo, how–”

With his hands on his belt, his shirt in a wad on the floor, he pauses, looking up at me with a strand of silvering hair draped over his eyes.

“You’re very thoughtful, Avery. And I can’t say that I’m going to sleep in here with the both of you often, but knowing that I was on your mind and in your heart enough to drive this choice, to make things feel better for me, is the gift.

Not the bed. Not the mattress. The gesture, that’s the gift.

You’re the gift .” He comes to the edge of the bed and I scoot toward it, but Sutton takes my hands and gives me a gentle pull. I end up on my bare feet between them.

I face my husband.

“You’re the most thoughtful, beautiful woman I know, and I feel lucky to call you my wife,” he says before dusting his lips against mine.

“Kiss up,” Geo murmurs, causing Sutton to laugh, and then, we’re all laughing. When the laughter dies, I place my hand on Geo’s forearm. “You’re getting undressed.”

He nods. “You gave us this gift, so now it’s our turn.” He looks at Sutton. “I’m going to give your wife a gift now, in return. With your permission, of course.”

Sutton looks between us, then slowly treads to the corner, next to the bed, and takes a seat in the chair. “She’s all yours.”

“Are you ready?” Geo asks, strewn across the center of the bed, nothing but a small hand towel keeping his cock private.

I nod my head, and glance over to Sutton, still sitting in his chair. Reaching, we join hands and squeeze, a temporary hold, one meant to bond and connect before. He winks when he releases me, then settles back into his chair, chin to chest. “My eyes are on you, baby.”

I smile, then look down at the man beneath me. His strong hands grip the covers, and his chest hair has been made wild by my hands. I’ve been rubbing and massaging him, working him up to this.

It’s a first for us both.

I look at my husband. “When you’d fall asleep early, sometimes I’d watch videos of this on my phone, and wonder what it felt like to have control, to be the person doing this to someone, how that might feel.

Then taking it out, how it feels to be the person giving that relief and in turn, that pleasure? I’ve always wondered.”

“After tonight, you won’t have to wonder.

You’ll know,” he says, continually keeping me in awe of how accepting he is of all of this.

For a brief moment, something like regret flashes through his features.

I know that Sutt feels bad that he never pulled these truths from me before, but we both have ownership in that.

And anyway, with a sexy, silver-haired solution splayed out before me, I have very little reason to hold a grudge.

If anything, I feel indebted to these men.

Geo reaches up, wrapping his large, weathered hand around my bicep. “I trust you,” he says, his eyes glistening with something unreadable. Pride? Arousal? I don’t know, but staring into these eyes reminds me of staring into Sutton’s, for so many scary reasons.

“I read about this a lot online after we bought it,” I tell him, and I don’t know if even Geo is aware which toy I’ve selected tonight.

“I’m clenching my ass,” he deadpans, teasing.

I smile. “Unclench. It’s not a plug and I’m not pegging you.”

His body visibly relaxes against our mattress. “I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed.”

From his chair, Sutton laughs. I wink his way, then refocus on Geo. From next to me, I find my toy and lift it up, showing him. Geo’s eyes hover on the glass rod for a long few seconds before returning back to mine.

“I’ve never…” he trails off, but I already know. He told me. And that tells me that he’s either nervous, excited, or both.

“What is that?” Sutton asks, the feet of his chair making a high pitch noise against the hardwood as he moves, positioning it to face me. The way he’s sitting, he can’t see Geo’s face or his groin, and is instead focused solely on me, my face, my expressions, my enjoyment.

My chest warms that the two men in this room with me are here strictly for me, because of me, to please me. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude but as I learned one night in Bora Bora when I started to thank them during sex, emotional gratitude is not meant for the bedroom pre-orgasm.

I shelve my feelings, and fill my palm with lube, dragging the rod through the lube, fully coating it the same way Geo lubed the plug for my ass. “See?” I show him, lubing the rod. “I’m learning things from you already.”

Geo and Sutton both face me, and I look between them, coming to focus solely on the man who is about to have a long glass rod inserted into his penis.

With one hand, I knock away the privacy towel now that Sutt is properly seated, and wrap my palm around Geo’s cock. “Ohh,” he groans, his voice rocky and raspy. I love the way his voice changes, dipping into something smoky and needful when I’m touching and pleasing him.

Once he’s fully hard, which does not take long, I align the rod with the wide, hungry slit on his cock, and cast my eyes on him.

“I’m going to go slow, and you let me know if you need me to stop.”

Geo nods his head against the pillow, his grip on the bedcovers intensifying.

“Do you want to know my plan?” I ask, just as Sutt reaches out, squeezing my barefoot.

Facing them, my legs outstretched, draped over Geo’s, I wonder what we’d look like to someone who walked in on us.

I used to be a person that cared what other people thought, but that was before I learned that caring what other people think is stupid and a total waste.

We look like three consenting adults having fun, our way.

If people can order a burger at In-N-Out with no bun, extra sauce and tons of patties, I can sound my father-in-law and cuck my vanilla husband. To each their own, and stuff.

He shakes his head. I like that response, because I don’t truly know what the plan is. Not yet. I think I’ll just— “ooohhh,” he groans as I slide the first inch inside of him, using my pointer finger and thumb to keep him steady and pulled open.

“Sounds like a good oh,” Sutt adds, giving my foot a squeeze of approval.

“Is that a good oh?” I ask Geo, whose eyes are pinned on his cock in my hand, and the rod in the other. Sweat beads on his hairline, and the muscles in his belly and chest are tightly flexed, indicating the way he holds his body at a slight strain. “Relax,” I add softly just as he nods.

His body settles into the mattress some, color returning to his fingertips where he was previously gripping the covers so hard the blood had drained away.

“Focus on me,” I tell him, sliding the rod down another two inches. His eyes stay on mine this time, and his breathing grows silent, more intense. His nostrils flare and my insides grow hot and achy.

“It feels good. A lot of pressure, but good,” he rasps, sweat sliding down his cheek, disappearing into his beard.

With the hand holding the rod, I slide it down to hold his shaft, leaving the rod unattended.

My free hand slides to his balls, cupping them.

My stomach clenches at how hot they are, how heavy they are, and the way he groans to high heaven when I drag my nails over them.