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I lean down and capture her mouth with mine. “He so is.”

She passes me the lube and I smother it over his ass.

Manny pushes back against me, and I smack his ass again. “Brat.”

“Love when my daddies go at it.” Lace’s hand works between her legs as I part Manny’s. He’s so ready for it, I can practically see him dripping. I nudge his ass and he sits back toward me.

“So eager,” I murmur.

“Don’t tease, I need it,” Manny cries.

“Aww, poor baby,” Lace doesn’t sound one bit sorry.

I nudge into his hole and he hisses. I close my eyes as I take my time sliding in. The ring of muscle is so tight as I close my eyes. I start to move my hips gently, letting him get his fill of me before I ride his ass.

“So perfect,” I mutter.

Manny grips the sheets as I fuck him, Lace’s eyes transfixed as she takes care of herself, watching us. Sometimes Manny will go down on her while I fuck him, sometimes she’s sucking him, and sometimes we’re just all in it together. I can’t get enough of us both pleasing Lace, it’s one of the things I love to do the most.

“Oh,” Manny cries. “Harder,Beefcake,just like that…”

I slide out and slam in. “So good,” I groan.

I know I’m not gonna last, and when Lace cries out her orgasm, I glance at her and then I feel myself explode. Manny comes too, his dick jerking all over the sheets as I still.

I pull out, watching my cum leak out of him as I fondle his ass and spread my wetness over his cheeks. “Next time I’ll spank that ass red raw before I fuck it.”

He collapses on the bed, and I smirk as Lace leans down to kiss him on the cheek. “You wore him out.”

I grunt. “I can’t help it. My dick won’t behave when he’s been gone for a few days.”

“It never behaves,” Lace laughs.

We clean up and I set about making us bacon and egg sandwiches because now I can’t sleep. Eli had a sleepover last night, hence why Lace and I could be loud. Turned out to be a blessing in disguise when Manny got home.

I love our little family. I know it won’t be smooth sailing all the time, especially as Eli gets older, but I’m sure he will see that I’m happy. It isn’t all about the sex, and while that’s great, I’ve never had a connection with a man like I do Manny. And with Lace, it’s so natural. We just fit, all of us.

I bring the sandwiches back to bed since the two of them were too lazy to help me. When I get there, Manny is on his back, Lace in his arms.

I set the plate down on the side table, taking a bite out of half a sandwich, finishing it off before I even climb in. I slide under the covers and snuggle up next to Manny.

Indigo’s words echo at me about finding my way out of the darkness. That’s exactly how it feels. The light is where I belong, and I never want to forget that as long as I live.

Manny

“I can’t believe he’s dead,” I say, looking at the report in front of me. “Stabbed as he was leaving whatever hole he crawled out of.”

I look up, Bandit’s back to me as I try, and fail, to believe that this is a coincidence.

“Well, isn’t that a good thing?” Lace peers over my shoulder, squinting as she tries to read. “I mean, the man was a piece of shit.”

When Bandit turns, his eyes meet mine, and I know the truth.

I don’t know if he wants to admit anything in front of Lace, but when he breaks the silence, I realize that there really can’t be secrets between us.

“Mateo owed me a favor.” He shrugs.

My eyes go wide and Lace sputters for me. “For real?” she gasps. “You got my old boss to knock off Manny’s step dad?”

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