Page 54 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)
She wanted us both, at the same time, in the most intimate way possible. Because we’re both adverse to being inside of her in the same place at the same time, we found a solution for everyone.
Sutton kept his pants on, tugging them down to reveal the parts that matter–his words.
His back against the headboard, I sit opposite him, my legs draped over his.
Another reason for the pants–no skin to skin contact between us–ensuring every sensation and moment is about Avery, and no weird moments take away from that.
She writhes in his lap, up and down, finding pleasure as she rides him before abruptly falling back against me, seeking more of me. Sutton leans forward, capturing her breast with his mouth. She bounces gently on both of us as he licks, sucks and swallows, his lips shiny from her milk.
I feed my hand up the back of her head, letting the base of her skull rest against the heel of my palm. I give her a gentle tug back, and twist her head so I can steal a kiss.
“God,” she whines, emotion rattling her tone. “Everything–oh god, it’s everything, I feel everything.” A few more hiccupped breaths and shuddered moans, and she leans into him again, telling us both that she’s going to come.
“Don’t stop, please, please, oh Sutt, oh my god.
” She leans back toward me as Sutton groans, his thrusting coming to an abrupt halt.
“Oh, G, please, please,” she begs me. The feel of her ass always does me in, but with him inside of her pussy, her ass is strangling my cock in the best ways.
“Please, G, oh please,” she begs, and I crash my forehead to her head, and wrap my arm around her chest. My orgasm crests and crashes, and I fill her in throbbing, frantic pulses.
There’s so much cum that it drips down my shaft, down my balls, dripping onto the bed below.
When she’s as full of my cum as she can be, I take a break, holding her hair in one hand while I fan the back of her neck with the other.
All the while, my cock still softly pulses inside of her.
Sutton slips out, tucked away before he’s off the bed.
He brings her a warm towel, but she pushes it away.
I cover my groin with the towel and excuse myself to get dressed, and when I come back, Avery is sitting up on her elbows, hair a mussed sexy mess, breasts dripping.
She lets her knees fall apart, and exposes her used, pink parts—her pussy, dripping cream, and her ass, the very same.
She drags her fingers through the mess and threatens to bring it to her lips, but Sutton snags her wrist with a whine. “Avery,” he complains. She swipes her fingers against the towel, giggling as she sinks her lips to his.
He’s changing, but Rome wasn’t built in a day, and if she wants Rome, she’ll have to be patient. But the truth is, whatever version of myself that I am, or whatever version of himself he is, we’ll both always find love and understanding with her.
Sutton tugs a shirt down over her head, and feeds her legs through a pair of pajama pants. He passes me a hair tie, and I use what I’ve learned and braid her hair, looping the elastic around the end.
Seamless, that’s how we take care of one another and our babies. That’s how we run Mercer and relate to the world around us.
Everyone in our lives has come to know and respect the unlikely dynamic we built between us. I have the utmost respect for those that respect what we have without asking vulgar or prying questions.
Sutton looks at his watch. “Perfect timing.”
Avery looks between us, confused. “What?”
“Ford is here to watch the monitors. We’re going out for a nice dinner,” I tell her, helping her off the bed and toward the shower. She stops in her tracks, eyes wide.
“Just Ford?”
Sutton snorts. “No, Kat and Juliette are with him.”
Avery sighs with relief. “I trust Ford but, you know.”
Sutton and I help her into the bathroom, and I start the shower while he readies her things on the bed. “Twenty minutes,” she says, “and I’ll be ready for this mystery date.”
Two kids over three years have left us with very few dates that don’t take place inside of this house. But with a month of orchestration of six schedules, we’re finally able to have a dinner out.
The first of many. Before she’s pregnant again.
Sutton catches me in the hall, before we head down to see Cade and the others, who have let themselves in already. “Hey, I just want to say thank you. For that night.”
My brows must furrow, or I must look puzzled, because he chuckles.
“It’s been so long. I should’ve said thank you years ago. But… the wedding night. Offering yourself as a solution. It’s crazy. It’s all been… crazy. But it changed my life. So… you were right. And… thank you.”
I playfully blow on my fingernails and polish them against my chest. “What can I say, Father knows best.”
I don’t have to look to know that he rolls his eyes. Once we reach the bottom of the stairs, I take my turn catching him off guard, and pull him into a hug. “You weren’t the only one needing saving.”
The End.