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Carver helps her position her knees on the bench and starts working some magic on her pussy. He’s got a thing for eating her out from behind, but that’s not possible at the moment. I never thought I’d wish for a smaller hot tub, but that scene Mel wrote was dirty as fuck.
“Oh yeah, gorgeous. Just like that,” I growl as Mel flicks her naughty little tongue over my cock. She teases the crown with her lips while working the underside of my shaft.
I’m thankful for the raised wooden deck we added. It’s definitely convenient at the moment. Otherwise, I might not be able to keep myself upright so easily.
Mel grins around my cock as she works her tiny little mouth farther down my length. The cold isn’t even a thought in my mind as I run my fingers over her cheek and move to pinch her nipple.
She squeaks, shaking her head. “No, I’ll leak,” she grumbles, swatting my hand away before going back to worshipping my cock.
I know she will, and that shit turns me the fuck on. I don’t know why, and I don’t focus on it because I don’t really care. It just does.
“Oh, you dirty motherfuckers,” Miller growls, stomping out onto the deck.
“They really are,” Oliver agrees, following him out.
“Them, not you, Mel,” Miller clarifies. “We love you.”
“You know the hot tub spit roast was my dream.” Oliver jabs a finger at Carver, who conveniently slides into Mel at that exact moment.
“Wow, that’s intense,” Mel whimpers around my length. “Don’t worry.” She winks at Oliver. “You two can have the next round.”
“Hell yes,” Oliver says, setting down the baby monitor before battling his way out of his T-shirt.
I chuckle because life is really goddamn good.
Bonus Epilogue
Melody
Mallory A Year Old
“I’m beginning to think she has no incentive to walk because the four of you spoil her rotten,” I say, snorting a laugh. “All she has to do is let out afakecry and she’s got a minimum of two of you fist fighting for the chance to pick her up.”
“You can’t spoil a child with love,” Miller says, giving me a chagrined smile as he rocks Mallory.
She’s sleepy, but she’s fighting it.
She let out one little hint of a whine. Nik and Miller practically elbowed each other out of the way to get to her. I shake my head, stretching back against the couch.
They really do spoil her.
Then again, I can’t say much since they do the same for me. I still enjoy giving them a hard time about it, though.
“Let me,” Nik says, carefully taking Mallory from Miller.
“I can’t wait until you pop out the next one,” Carver says from the other side of the couch. “It’ll be fifty-fifty odds. Two on and two off on dad duty.”
I snort.
Miller tosses himself down on my other side. The couch bounces as he pulls me into his chest.
Mallory lets out a whiney fuss. She really is fighting her afternoon nap today.
“I can read her some advanced chemistry and she’ll knock right out,” Oliver offers without looking up from his tablet.
“Nah, let me handle this,” Nik says, swaying over to the surround sound before turning it on to something light that’s kind of like elevator music.
“Oh yeah, that’s the guy who swore he’d never spoil his kids,” Carver says, chuckling. He yanks out his phone, snapping pictures of Nik dancing Mallory around the living room.
