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I turned, until I was leaning against the fridge, holding her in my arms completely. “Solomon,” I gasped, sounding out of control, losing the moment but I didn’t give a fuck. Sol was there in an instant, his hand running down her spine. “Take her ass,” I grunted as she rolled her body against mine, quick, sharp little thrust that made me want to beg for mercy. At my words, she pulled back, her eyes wide.

Solomon grabbed her chin, turning her face to his for a kiss. “Okay?” he mouthed, and she nodded.

Solomon reached between us, swiping at some of the dripping juices that gathered on her thighs, swiping it over her ass.

When I couldn’t be still anymore, I slid her up and down my dick, every short, sharp stroke like a fucking revelation.

Sol’s hand reached out, stilling me as he plunged his fingers into her ass, making her squeak then let out a long, wanton moan. I held her still as she acclimated to the sensation, but Sol was soon replacing his fingers with his cock. Sol and I were almost perfectly the same height, I was an inch or so taller. There was no way this would work with the other guys. He rested his hand on her hip, his other fisted on the fridge by my head as he slowly slid his dick inside her. His eyes rolled back as she clenched around him, and his moan was perfectly synchronized with Dippy’s. I was going to blow right there, the tight feel of us both inside her, the sounds of pleasure from them both. It was a hedonistic fucking wonderland and I never wanted to leave.

Finally, she relaxed enough that I lifted her up, sliding my dick out, nodding to Solomon so he’d pick up my rhythm. We held her between us, him pulling out as I was slamming home, over and over until she was a writhing, sweaty mess and I was hanging on by the damn skin of my teeth. Orgasm after orgasm rode her body, until finally Solomon grunted, “I fucking can’t any more, I’m gonna blow.”

Then he buried himself in her, and I could feel the twitch of his cock as he unloaded, and it was too damn much. I came right after him, crushing her between us both.

Solomon collapsed forward, his arms shaky as he pressed both me and Dippy into the fridge. She nuzzled into my neck, panting, her hair sticking to her forehead. Solomon brushed it off her neck, leaning forward to kiss the soft golden flesh of her shoulder.

“So damn perfect,” he whispered, and I felt her smile against my neck.

Solomon somehow found the coordination to pull out, and she let out a low moan. Cain was suddenly there, lifting her from my arms and cradling her in his like she was the most precious thing walking the earth.

“Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s get you all clean,” he murmured, kissing her forehead and walking her out of the room.

I stood there naked in the kitchen with two of my closest friends. Sol pushed the hair off his forehead. “Guess we better clean the ass prints off the fridge before Marco gets home and kills us all in our sleep.”

The laughter that bubbled out of my throat was one of pure happiness.

Yep. This was home.

27

Marco

There were still fucking ass prints on the fridge. It was stainless steel and I was going to argue the stainless part of that fucking statement. That ass print was permanently etched in the shiny surface or something.

I huffed, pulling open the freezer and pulling out the ice cream. Tucking it under my arm, I grabbed bowls and spoons, and chocolate syrup. I juggled it all out onto the back deck, batting away greedy little fingers. Sera laughed, shifting the baby against her chest. The afternoon was warm and she had his shirt off, his little wings flapping gently in the warm breeze. I still marveled at them sometimes, but no more than I marveled at his tiny toes or the little rolls in his arms which were cute as fuck.

“Take him, I’ll serve the ice cream,” Sera giggled as another set of fingers made a grab for the chocolate syrup. I glared down sternly at Cara, who grinned back at me completely remorseless.

I sighed, holding out my hands for the baby. I rubbed my cheek on his soft hair, appreciating his warmth against my cheek. The kids lined up politely as Sera dished out the ice cream, swirling it with an irresponsible amount of chocolate syrup.

Grabbing the bowls, they ran off until I let out a low whistle. They both paused, glancing back over their shoulders. “Thanks Sera!” Sammie yelled, Cara echoing him although she hadn’t slowed her pace. Sera just shook her head, the smile on her face one filled with love. Jesus, she had so much damn love, and I was happy for even a sliver of it. The way she looked at me, like I was her salvation, it fucking ruined me.

She poured a little of the chocolate syrup on her finger, leaning over to wipe it over my bottom lip. I caught her finger between my teeth and sucked it into my mouth, making her moan softly. She leaned forward and sucked the sticky chocolate from my lip, and it was my turn to moan. She tasted like sugar and sin. I kissed her back, growling against her lips as she bit me hard.

That was it. When the guys got home, I was putting on a damn Disney movie and they could babysit. It would serve them right, fucking having an orgy without me. I’d drag Serendipity upstairs and fucking ruin her. I didn’t want her to know anyone's name but mine, just for a moment.

She pulled away with a pout, and I was right there with her. I put Madoc down in his baby swing, and stepped close, wrapping her in my arms. I pressed her to my chest, just hugging the hell out of her because she made me feel all sorts of soft, fluffy shit.

I pulled back, drowning in her violet eyes.

I love you,I mouthed, repeating the words with my hands.I love you so fucking much.Her eyes went wide, and she swallowed hard.

“I love you too,” she whispered, signing it right back at me. I kissed her again, a gentle thing laced with all the hope that remained in my heart. Then I picked her up and spun her around, her laughter echoing around the back yard as her hair flew out behind her like a golden wave.

Cara came sprinting up the back yard. “My turn,” she squealed, launching herself at me. I barely caught her, but when I got a good grip I spun her around and around until her giggles were the soundtrack of the afternoon.

I sat down on one of the deck chairs and pulled Sera into my lap. She leaned back, tucking her head under my chin and curling her body into mine. “You’re happy right, Marco? I know you love me, but this? The weird kitchen orgies, and the guys and all that. I know it can’t have been what you were expecting.” An adorable flush colored her cheeks and I had the most ridiculous urge tosnuggleher. I was a grown damn man. I did not snuggle.

I’m happy wherever you are. You make me happy. I don’t even mind those other fuckers.

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