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Miller

I hear moaning coming from behind Spencer’s door, and my curiosity is piqued. I motion to Axel, who’s in the kitchen making waffles with Katy, that I’m going into the room, and he nods and goes back to his task.

When I open the door, my jaw hits the ground. Spencer’s face is twisted in pleasure as Lincoln’s fingers bring her to orgasm over her tight pants. They’re both clothed, and I’m not entirely sure either of them are fully awake.

Lincoln sits up quickly, his face racked with guilt, but I can’t stop myself from clapping. He got the girl first—the one that the three of us have been tripping over each other just to get an ounce of her attention.

Last night, he asked to speak to her in private and brought the envelope that we had been eyeing all night. I know it had something to do with Spencer’s dad, but when I asked Lincoln about it, he told me, “Not now.”

Spencer grabs Lincoln, pulling him into a kiss and me out of my musings. He’s frozen in shock, but I’m not allowing a second of this opportunity to be missed. Kneeling on the bed behind Lincoln, I whisper in his ear.

“Kiss her back, Babe. Live out your fantasy.” That’s all the encouragement he needed. I’m not sure if his hesitation was shock, guilt for what he had done to her in his sleep, or maybe even me. We’ve been exclusive for a while, but he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. We never took adding a woman to our relationship off the table, but we also never put it there.

I feel their connection. Their bodies vibrate with the adrenaline of the situation. Lincoln’s hands begin to wander as I taste and lick his bare shoulder.

Knock Knock. “Breakfast.”

Dammit Axel! I shift uncomfortably, adjusting the growing erection in my basketball shorts. They’re doing nothing to hide my bulge, and neither are Lincoln’s joggers.

Spencer makes conversation as if the last few minutes hadn’t just happened and then leaves us both hard and wanting, to get ready for the day.

“What the fuck was that all about, Linc?” He doesn’t answer me. I can’t blame him. I’m a little lost as to what just went down. I see his fingers twitch, and I grab his wrist. He brought her to orgasm, rubbing her with these fingers. I bet she soaked her pants. I bring his hand to my face and inhale. “Fuck she smells good on you. Her orgasm was…fuck.”

He grabs my hand and shoves it down his pants, rubbing it along his cock. I take the hint and give Lincoln a long stroke.

“I need you to take care of this. Can we slip past them to the other bathroom?” I can’t stop the groan that rises in my chest. Fuck yes we can.

“I’ll make it happen. Let’s go.” I reluctantly take out my hand and grab his. I silently open the door and gesture a hand in the air to catch Axel’s attention. He’s back in the kitchen with Katy at the island. He sees me and smiles, but before he can speak, I put a finger to my lips, stopping him.

I can do this. I’m a pro at charades. I motion between Lincoln and me and then down the hall to the bathroom. Then I point a finger at Axel and two fingers at my eyes and rotate them toward Katy. I feel Lincoln moving at my back and turn to see he’s using his fist to pump at his cheek as his tongue bobs in and out the other side, mimicking a blow job. I shrug and smile because that’s exactly the plan.

Axel smiles and engages Katy in conversation as we quietly pass through the living room into the bathroom.

As soon as the door closes, Lincoln has me against the wall with a firm hand in the middle of my chest. He looks at his watch and smirks.

“We have twenty minutes to both shower and get off. Think we can do it?” His already deep voice is thick with lust, and I shiver at the intensity.

“Will you tell me about it? I want to know what she feels and tastes like.” Lincoln steps away from me and turns on the shower. We strip the little clothes we have on, and as soon as he’s naked, my hands are on him.

I thread my fingers through his cinnamon-colored hair while the other goes straight to his cock. He twitches at my touch, and I smile as I take his mouth.

“Tell me. I’m dying to know.” I’m not giving him much time to answer. My hand has set a steady rhythm stroking and pulling his cock.

“Get in the shower and get on your knees.” I don’t need to be told twice. I get in and wait for him to follow. The floor is cold and hard on my knees, but the anticipation of making Linc fall apart from my mouth is a high that outweighs the discomfort.

The moment the shower door closes, I grab his ass and pull him into my mouth. I feel the vibration of his low moan through my body. He grabs my hair and sets the pace.

“I thought I was dreaming. I’ve dreamt about her before. What it would be like to do to her exactly what my body was doing in its sleep. I’m still not entirely sure what was real and what I made up, but I know her orgasm was real.” I moan around his cock at the memory of his fingers rubbing between her legs.

“She smelled fresh and clean. Like a spring day. Her hair…fuck, to run my fingers through her wild, silky hair was a dream come true.”

Spencer lives in her double braids. Until yesterday, I had never seen her hair any other way. Lincoln’s hands flex in my hair as he remembers. I suck harder, drawing him further into my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum drips on my tongue, and I have to adjust my legs, widening my stance.

“Your poor knees. Up.” He tugs at my roots, and I reluctantly pull my mouth away and stand. “We need to hurry.” Lincoln attacks my neck with his mouth and grabs my cock. I hiss at the pressure he uses. Between the show I watched of Linc and Spencer, our little make-out sandwich, and having his cock in my mouth, I’m ready for release.

I mirror his movement and hastily stroke him. We both need this.

“Tell me more,” I breathe into his neck between kisses.

“Her skin is velvety soft, her lips are plump, but her tongue demanded my submission. Gentle yet controlling.”

I’m so fucking close.

“Show me.” I crush my lips to his and let him take over. Lincoln kisses me like he described, and I moan as I imagine her kissing him like this.

I reach down with my free hand and cup his balls. If he’s as needy as I am, we both need this release. Now.

“Fireball.” There’s eagerness behind his whine as he throws his head back. I bite down on Lincoln’s shoulder, giving him what he needs to come. It causes him to squeeze me harder, and we both succumb to our orgasms.

Hot warmth coats our hands and stomachs, and the air around us heats from our panting. I press my forehead to his and look down at the mess we’ve made of ourselves.

“This will be an easy cleanup.” I swirl my finger around the mess on Lincoln’s abs as the shower water washes our come away.

“Fuck.” He kisses my forehead and turns toward the water. “We need to finish up and get to work.”

Axel thought ahead, and when we get out of the shower, wondering what to do now, I find our bags right outside the bathroom door, waiting for us.

“We should buy him dinner.” Lincoln pulls out a clean, navy Chicago PD uniform from his bag as I take my similar navy Chicago FD uniform out.

“Just give him the details of what happened in Spencer’s bedroom, and he’ll be more than happy.”

Lincoln sucks in a breath as he pulls on his pants, and a look of guilt flashes across his face.

“Fireball. Are you upset with me? We haven’t talked about doing anything like that, and it just kind of happened.”

Is he serious? I grab his hips and pull him close.

“The only reason I’ll be upset is if that doesn’t happen again. Spencer is…Spencer. I don’t know how to describe it, but I know that we both feel the same way about her.” I sigh heavily, my chest heaving between us. “We do need to talk to Spencer today, though. I’ll feel her out and see if she’s okay with everything. Although, based on that kiss, I think she’s more than okay.” A light blush crosses Lincoln’s cheeks, and I kiss his nose before pulling back. “We have to go, or we’ll all be late.

When we exit the bathroom, Axel is wearing a shit-eating grin. Spencer sits at the counter dressed for work, braids firmly twisted on her head.

Katy sees Axel’s face and spins around, smiling at Lincoln and me. “You two are the absolute cutest. And please don’t hide yourselves around me. I’m sixteen, not six. I see the way you look at each other.” She pauses and swirls her head to glance at the four of us. “I see the way you all look at each other. Please live your lives, and don’t let me stop you. Except…maybe not in the living room. Bathrooms and bedrooms are fair game, though.”

Shock. That’s the look on the faces of all four grown adults in this house right now. You could hear a pin drop with the silence after her declaration.

“Katy, there isn’t—“

“Sixteen, not six. And I’m not blind, Spencer. You’re like the juicy steak being salivated over by a Golden Retriever, a Labrador, and a Bloodhound.” Axel chokes on the cup of coffee he’s sipping. Katy leans down to pet Gage behind the ear, who’s sitting between her and Spencer. “Sorry, boy. You don’t compare to them. You have better training and are fully housebroken.”

“That’s insulting,” Axel says, recovering from his coughing fit. “But I have to know who’s who. Miller’s the Lab, right? Oh no. Would that make me the Golden Retriever? I’m not sure I like that. Linc is definitely the Bloodhound.”

Katy gives an innocent shrug, and I can see Spencer trying to hide her smile behind her coffee mug.

“A Golden Retriever. Why can’t I be a Pitbull or a Rottweiler? I’m more than a happy boy who wags his tail and follows his owner around all day.” As Axel rants, he cleans the counter and adds breakfast dishes to the sink. He refills Spencer’s coffee without her asking, and the room erupts into laughter. Axel looks at all of us like we’re crazy until he realizes what he’s done. He huffs, making us laugh harder. “Okay, fine. I’ll be the Golden Retriever.”

Katy stands and rounds the corner to Axel. She dramatically pats him on the shoulder.

“Good boy.” It’s my turn for my jaw to drop. “Lincoln, I’ll be in your truck.” She saunters to the front door, grabs her backpack, and leaves.

“I like her. She can stay. Let’s go, Miller, or we’ll be late.” Spencer stands and places her empty cup in the sink. “You are a good boy, Axel.” I can see his brain turn to mush as she leaves the words hanging in the air.

Taking Lincoln’s hand, I pull him into me. “I guess a little PDA is acceptable.” I give him a chaste kiss and grab my bag to leave.

“What are you up to today besides a nap before work, Axel?”

“Apparently, this good boy is on delivery duty. Katy’s new furniture is arriving today, and Spencer asked if I could accept it.”

Lincoln fakes a cough while saying, “Golden Retriever,” and I laugh my way out the door.