Page 53 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

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The Kinky Happily Ever After

Three years later.

When Margot gave birth to Sutton, it changed me.

A sense of responsibility, pride and awe washed over me that day in the hospital, and as his tiny hand wrapped one of my fingers, I knew I’d dedicate my life to doing whatever I could to be the best father I could.

It changed me, all for the better.

I stopped partying, I quit excessively drinking, I stayed home and invested in my life there—my life as a father.

My personality, however, didn’t change much. I’ve always been extroverted and buoyant, and as a lifelong salesman, I think that’s just who I am.

When we first learned that Avery was pregnant, I wondered how becoming a father would change Sutton.

I realize that having a different sexual appetite than myself doesn’t make him uptight, and having less adventurous needs doesn’t make him boring.

And I love Sutton just as he is - highly intelligent, a quick learner, generous, kind and a killer dry sense of humor.

But in the past, I’ve always felt that he’s boxed himself into a persona that can’t do certain things simply because he hasn’t . When I entered the picture, that ideology softened, and while his needs and desires never evolved, he loosened the restrictions he placed on his own happiness.

In short, he’d gotten a little kinkier where Avery is concerned. Truth be told, I liked to see it, for his sake. And hers.

Now, though, as a father, he’s changed and grown so much. He’s allowed himself to explore things that previously felt uncomfortable and foreign to him, and has unexpectedly discovered new pleasures.

I knew it would happen, and I’m so glad to see him allow himself to explore. Avery and I would love him no matter what he likes, because of who he is, but seeing him bloom in these years as life changes and evolves all around us, and still take the risks to discover more–I’m proud.

“Pondering life?” Avery asks, dragging her nails along the tops of my shoulders as she passes by, coming around the couch to join me.

She curls her legs beneath herself and leans against me.

After she gave birth to her and Sutton’s son, Milo, Avery traded her long locks in favor of a bob, which looked stunning.

After our son Scout was born, her bob had grown back out, she cut it again, this time at her shoulders, with layers, and some dark honey colored strands.

I reach out, tucking a newly colored piece back, exposing the diamonds on her ears. That was her push gift from me.

Sutton got her a new diamond ring for his push gift, and it was then we collectively decided, diamonds are what she receives from us when she has a baby.

I have a child with Avery.

When I rock him to sleep before bed, or sway him in my arms in the office on the days that we go in for a sliver of normality, I find myself getting lost in his eyes, the way he smells, and the warmth of him against me.

Reminds me of holding Sutton that way. Coming full circle and getting to be a father again, being such a core part of my son and grandson’s lives, and getting to raise my son with his sibling–it’s been a blessing.

And all of it is possible because of the woman sitting next to me right now.

“Kind of,” I tell her honestly. It’s been three years since I moved in with finality that night Avery hurt her foot.

I haven’t spent a night away since. “Sutt still working on Scout?” I glance at the monitor on the table, Milo stretched across his toddler bed, a stuffed whale in his grips. “Milo’s still out.”

She nods. “He’s a little colicky. I just nursed him.”

My lips quirk. “ Sutton or Scout?”

She swats at my arm playfully, a devious and adorable little lilt to her lips. “Scout.” She rolls her lips together. “Sutt likes his milk at night, you know that.”

Sutton surprised us both one night when Avery was nursing Milo.

We’d just gotten into a good routine, Milo was probably only four months old at this point.

We were all sleeping well because we’d worked out a rotation for sleep, pumping and nursing, all of it.

Things were all hands on deck, but working nicely.

I was waiting for Avery to get done feeding the baby so I could change him, and take him to bed.

When she was burping him, she said he still seemed hungry, so she switched sides, leaving her other breast exposed.

A bead of milk clung to the tip of her nipple, and while I found it erotic, it completely rewired Sutton’s brain.

He asked what it tasted like, and if he could taste it. I think Avery was so shocked to hear a request so kinky coming from him that she didn’t even reply right away.

I took Milo to bed, and found them in bed shortly after, Sutton beneath the sheet, Avery’s cheeks rosy.

Positioned between her legs, he was making love to her while exploring her new body, drinking from each breast in between bursts of taking her mouth in a frantic kiss, and marking his way down her neck, and along her chest.

I pulled the door closed, and went downstairs, and got to work on getting the bottles washed for the next day, and I wore a smile the whole time.

Since Scout has been born, he’s able to get his fix again, and this time around, it’s spurred him on to trying more new things.

Like last night. Avery was begging for pain–the pain that comes with being stretched and supremely full.

She loves being stretched and tested, and I love watching her discover new limits.

Usually, when she wants this, Sutton holds her hand and eases her through the hard parts while I use myself and her favorite toy to give her what she needs.

For whatever reason, Sutton asked if he could take the place of the toy, and Avery’s eyes filled with excitement. Watching him explore something new and discover he enjoys it has been just as good as watching her find pleasure in all of her desires.

He held her hair in his fist, and moved only his hips as he guided himself in and out of her open mouth.

At the other end, my hands sunk into her hips, I moved my gaze between her sparkling wedding bands on her finger, clutching the mattress, and the place where our bodies met.

In and out, I watched my cock disappear inside of her, into the place where both Sutton and I have left many deposits, found love and warmth, to the place that has healed us.

The same place where she gave us our sons.

The only time we’ve been able to share Avery at once, Sutton was drunk. I enjoyed it, but never pushed to experience it again, always getting the feeling that he wasn’t quite comfortable. This time, however, felt so different.

“You look so good like this, Avery,” he’d said, his bicep flexing as he began guiding her head toward him, giving his thrusting a break.

“You look gorgeous with me in your mouth, with him inside you. This is how you’re meant to look, used and full, isn’t that right, baby? That’s what you like, right?”

He started a chain reaction.

Avery, so taken aback and wildly turned on by Sutton’s demeanor change, lost control, and orgasmed, her tight little pussy milking every drop from me, making me come, too.

The grunts and gags sent Sutton over, and he gave her a mouthful, which she swallowed before falling onto her stomach, a sweaty, sated mess, with my cum splashed up her thighs.

My groin tightens as the memory skates over my brain, and Avery sifts her fingers through my beard to get my attention. “Hey, are you okay? What are you really thinking about?”

I catch her hand and coat it in kisses. “You. Us. I don’t know. Just how great everything is. How lucky we are. All of it.” I drag her mouth to mine, and we share a long, slow kiss that leaves us both wanting more. Sutton emerges from the hall, hair mussed, sleep in his eyes.

“I got him down but I dozed for a few, too.” He scrubs a hand down his face, and finally really sees us. “Am I interrupting?”

We both shake our heads at nearly the same time.

Sometimes Avery and Sutton are together without me, and I’m okay with that.

And as much as I feel like an equal where love is concerned, I don’t take time with Avery unless Sutton verbalizes he’s okay with it.

It’s a boundary for me, and one that Avery accepts and does not push.

It’s rare for us to want one without the other, though, and I can tell by the way that Avery kissed me that she has plans for nap time that do not include napping.

“Remember the honeymoon?” she asks, eyebrows lifted, excitement glittering in her blue eyes. She even sits a bit taller at just the mention.

Sutton smirks. “Our honeymoon, hmm, when was that?”

I scratch my head. “I don’t remember that.”

She rolls her eyes and smacks me playfully in the chest, but splits her gaze between me and Sutt. “I want to try something new.” She gets to her feet.

“Now?” Sutton asks, looking down at his low-slung sleep pants and worn UCLA t-shirt covered in spit up.

He gets his answer when she drags us both by the hand upstairs.

Avery trembles against me, a sheen of sweat on her back, slick against my chest. She rocks against me, then into him, her moans of pleasure filling in our room. Electricity vibrates in all the dark corners of my brain, bringing everything to life, vibrant and bold.

Her head falls back against my shoulder, revealing the slick, sweaty column of her throat.

I sink my teeth into her skin, biting gently as she leans into me, sinking me deeper inside of her.

She’s so tight, so fucking impossibly tight that I don’t know how much more pleasure I can give her without losing control.

The moment passes, and she leaves me, rocking forward to tip against Sutton, her hands sliding up the back of his neck as she moans his name.