Page 32 of Rolling with the Single Daddies

“For fuck’s sake, Diego, seriously?” Bane grumbles as he steps closer to the counter.

“Being Avery’sDaddy… taking care of her in every way, teaching her about life, and committing to be there for her no matter what… I damn sure did want to take on that role.”

I giggle. “Well, thankfully you did all of that without overcomplicating the term. Too many kids and too many daddies to keep that from being awkward.”

Diego taps a cigar on my lips. “Never too many kids, Sexy Mama.”

“Do I get a vote?” I laugh.

“You always get a vote, Mama Bear,” Bane says.

“Glad we’re in agreement there. I need more than a year between babies… which is why you’re picking a cigar. Let’s remember to have fun with each other, so the hard parts of this parenting gig don’t overwhelm us.”

How seriously do they take my little reveal that I’m committing to our future? It’s just a teaser for the more direct statement I’m saving for later.

Diego nudges Bane.

Bane hesitates for a moment, then a slow smile spreads across his face. He grabs the Colossal. “You went for the largest ring gauges. I have a smaller one in my pocket.”

“These are fine.” This is exactly what I needed—a reminder that I’m still me, still young, still capable of surprise and adventure. The rain pounding on the roof and the thunderpractically shaking the walls fade into the background as Bane chooses the Colossal Reserve and Diego leads us to the lounge.

“We can try the smaller one later,” Diego says to Bane.

Seems pointless, but okay. In the dimly lit lounge, the scent of tobacco lingers in the air. Diego’s hand on the small of my back guides me a different direction than I expected. I suppose we can sit anywhere since we’re alone.

But we pass the plush leather chairs and stop at the bar. Bane sets the wrapper aside. Good. I’m ready.

I expect Diego’s hand to leave my waist so he can pour us drinks.

I’m wrong.

His hand slides around my waist, rubbing my belly before moving to my breast. His other one does the same and my knees go weak.

Bracing my hands on the bar’s edge, I feel my orgasm already forming low in my belly. He’s brought us to the exact location that we have the best view in the mirror that’s on the backside of the bar.

I watch our reflection as Bane rubs the Colossal Reserve from my fingertips to my shoulder, and when I turn my head to him for a kiss, he presses the cigar to my lips.

My tongue trails over the firm, thick roll of the tobacco as he drags it past. I’ve learned a lot about cigars in the last year. The hints of hickory, maple, and coffee delight me on an average day, but today, I’m far more interested in other aspects ofthe cigar.

Bane chuckles, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I think she’s ready.”

That’s an understatement. Having gotten lost in the moment, I open my eyes and take note that my mouth is hanging open and my tongue lingers on my lower lip while Bane trails the cigar down my neck.

I close my mouth.

Diego drops his hands to my hips and pulls me to his body, ensuring every inch of his erection is evident to my backside.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Mama Bear,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. He tucks the cigar on the far side of my jaw, angles my face to his, and captures my lips in a fierce kiss.

Diego grinds against me as I do the same to him. This euphoric promise of pleasure leaves me crazy with need.

Bane trails the cigar into my cleavage, sliding it back and forth the best he can while my t-shirt is still on, while he moans into our kiss.

Against my lips, he says, “I think these need some attention.” He leans back and circles my nipple with the cigar. With my shirt and nursing bra, I’m surprised at the amount of sensation. But it’s there—electric shocks zipping back and forth between my nipples and clit.

My breasts decided they needed to fill up with milk the second the guys walked in, but now the tingling is setting in. I need them to relieve me.

Diego removes my shirt and bra like the expert he is, not even missing a beat when he finds the condom tucked into my bra. Actually, it sticks to the top of my breast, but he sets it aside without fanfare.

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