Page 21 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

Bane spins around. The two of them are in a stare-down.

“Admit it,” Diego says. “I’m not the only one who’s different with her. You don’t mope anymore. You laugh and smile. And you finally show interest in something other than work.”

I search Bane’s expression. Is this true?

He must sense my anticipation. “He’s right. And you’re the longest relationship Diego’s ever had. He’s home a lot more ever since you moved in.”

“He’s right.” Diego shrugs. “And ever since that kiss between you and Bane, I’ve known what this is supposed to be.”

Bane stares at the floor as he walks to me. His gaze lifts as he reaches a hand up to cup my cheek—gentle and tentative, but it pushes the wildfire to the depth of my soul. This is right.

I lean into his palm, my eyes fluttering closed as I welcome his touch.

“Avery.”

I open my eyes to find his face inches from mine. His thumb brushes over my lips. His other hand wraps around me, pullingme to the edge. The musk of his cologne fills my senses while the heat of his body envelopes me.

“Have you two ever done this before? Shared a woman?”

“Never.”

Bane’s eyes flicker to my lips, which I wet with my tongue. His gaze darkens, his grip on my waist tightening. He leans in, my heart pounds. His lips brush against mine, a feather-light touch lingering between us as fragile as a dam on the verge of breaking.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my fingers dig into the firm muscle of his back. I pull him closer, parting my lips, deepening the kiss. Our tongues explore with a slow, deliberate pace, testing the resolve of the dam.

It’s the most intimate and beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced, leaving me torn between never wanting it to end and needing to find relief from the tightening in my core.

Need wins out. Finding the hem of his t-shirt, I lift, and he takes the cue, stripping it off.

His body is a work of art between the contoured muscles and collage of tattoos that start on his shoulders and run down both arms. I trace my fingers over his muscular abs and chest, then the lines of his tattoos. He shivers under my touch.

His lips move to my neck, his kisses more urgent. I arch and my head drops back, giving him better access as I lean on my hands.

Pausing to strip my pajama top and not-so-sexy nursing bra, he admires my full breasts, then lays me down. He leans over me, his body hovering over mine.

A bead of liquid forms on the peak of my nipple then rolls to the side as milk trickles out. He must catch my worry because he looks then licks the trail from the counter to my peak. One hand caresses my breast while he takes the leaky nipple in his mouth. I can sense his restraint, his careful control, which I love, but now that my figurative dam is breaking, I don’t think it’ll last much longer.

He rises, his hands moving to the waistband of my pajamas, and his fingers deftly working the shorts out from under my butt. I’m tickled when his lips playfully quirk. Control is slipping as he realizes I’m not wearing panties.

Diego looks on as I’m bare before them, vulnerable and exposed, but I feel no shame, no fear. Only acceptance and desire.

Bane kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His stubble contrasts the softness of his kiss, escalating my need.

His eyes flick up to mine, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue flicking my clit. I cry out, my hands failing to find traction against the wood. I tangle my fingers in his hair as I grind into his face.

His stubble, his lips, his tongue. The more I cry out, the faster he paces himself. The pressure builds and for a moment, I’m caught, I’m so wound up, I can’t surrender.

I shove his head slightly as I wiggle for relief. He follows my guidance perfectly, falling back into rhythm. And with a final flick of his tongue, I’m spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing, my cries filling the room.

Diego’s mouth is on mine, kissing gently from the side until I come back to my senses. When I join him, he deepens the kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth, while Bane’s grip returns on my hips, his bare erection pressing between my legs.

It takes a moment to notice that they’re both naked. How hard did the orgasm hit me? Is it always like this with more than one guy or are we made for each other?

Diego breaks away, his lips moving to my jaw, my neck, my breast. The knot low in my belly tightens with each swirl of his tongue and gentle repositioning of his lips as he takes me into his mouth.

Bane’s hands move from my hips, sliding up my body, his touch hesitant but curious.

Diego glances up, his eyes meeting Bane’s, a silent challenge passing between them—one that I believe I’m going to win.

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