Chapter 62 Avonna
sixty-two
Avonna
Two Months Later
Our house goes quiet at night up here in the Hollywood Hills.
Cool air slips through the bedroom window, stirring the curtains.
The soft whisper of cotton when I shift on the bed reminds me I’m here, present in my body, no longer braced for impact.
Four miscarriages. Each loss sending me into despair while under the constant fear of threat and vigilance.
Then, a few days after Linus came home from Dublin, the news broke.
Arrests. Mighty Prophet. Brother Gideon.
My parents. The Elders. Names I hadn’t spoken aloud in years finally spoken by someone else.
Something inside me loosened. For the first time in a long while, I felt safe enough to try again.
All three of us have been tested. No issues. Strong counts. Healthy eggs. There’s nothing standing in the way now so we began tracking. Not with panic. With intention. Quiet check-ins, shared calendars, conversations of hope instead of pressure.
Tonight, the timing is right. The test strip on the bathroom counter confirmed it hours ago, two faint lines settling into certainty. I didn’t rush to show them. I sat with it first, breathing, letting my body recognize readiness instead of fear.
Padraig says our last Fireball show is coming on New Year’s Eve, a clean line between chapters. I believe him. This time, his threats to quit feels different. He wants a different life.
Linus, Liam, and I also want to move forward together with our girls with less tension and stress in our day-to-day lives.
I rest my hands over my stomach and let myself imagine a life joining ours, rounding out the family we’ve built with care and resilience. Whatever comes next, we’ll meet it together, steady and open, ready for a new beginning
A new baby.
Already I know tonight’s different. My body feels primed. Low in my belly, I’m ripe and electric.
Liam’s mouth finds me first. Tongue sliding through the slippery heat between my thighs. His hands spread my legs wider, thumbs kneading gently into the creases where my hip meets pelvis.
Liam groans softly as he licks me. “You taste different.”
“Let’s make a baby, love.” Linus shifts beside me.
The bed creaks under his weight. I feel his knees slide up beside mine, the warmth of his chest against my back. One hand curls around my breast, thumb flicking my nipple. The other slides between us, fingers dipping where Liam’s mouth already works.
He finds my clit. Swirls his finger around it.
“Stay open.” He kisses along my neck.
Liam French kisses my pussy with his tongue, lips sealed around my clit like he’s drinking me. Linus pinches my nipple with one hand, fingers my clit with the other in tandem with Liam’s tongue.
My thighs shake. My back arches. I try to breathe but there’s no room left.
“Now,” Linus says.
I come with my head thrown back, mouth wide, the sound torn from somewhere deeper than I know. Liam holds my hips down. Linus grips my chest like he’s anchoring me to the bed. I chant their names in prayer, every nerve lit.
Liam kisses me. Linus joins. Their mouths are warm, and when they kiss each other across me, my entire body becomes pliant.
I reach for Liam’s cock. It’s thick in my palm, veins standing out on his shaft like it’s straining to be inside me.
Linus watches, propped up on one elbow, eyes shadowed with hunger.
His legs are parted, cock flush against his belly.
He shifts in a fluid, deliberate motion and rolls between Liam’s thighs.
Leans in, mouth open, and swallows Liam’s cock to the root.
Liam chokes on a breath, hips wrenching up. One hand flies to Linus’s hair, gripping, but not stopping him. Linus takes him deeper, I watch his lips sliding up and down Liam’s shaft, cheeks hollowing. Sinful. His tongue flicks under the head with practiced precision, and Liam’s body arches into it.
Then Liam slides down, flipping them easily, and suddenly his mouth is on Linus’s cock. Both of them, naked and sprawled, mouths full of each other.
They know this is my favorite act. My private heaven. Their mouths full of each other right in front of me.
My body prepares like it knows what’s coming. Arousal floods through me. My womb softens, opens. Purposefully.
Fertility. Fire.
I yearn to be filled by both of them in the wake of their devotion.
Liam pulls off first. “She’s already tremblin’.”
Linus smirks, lips still wet. “Tell us when you can’t take it anymore, Avonna. Until then, we’ll keep goin’.”
“Now. Please. I want you both.”
Liam leans back against the headboard, and I climb into his lap, straddling him in reverse. His cock is hard, hot, waiting. I lower onto him, gasping as he fills me perfectly, inch by inch, until I’m seated fully.
“Mmmmmmm.” His hands slide up to my waist. “God, you feel so good. You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby.”
I begin to move in leisurely, rolling circles. Every grind sending sparks through my spine. Liam’s hands run up my stomach, find my breasts and tease my nipples between his fingers. He’s not merely letting me ride him. He’s preparing me.
He shifts, arms sliding under my knees, lifting my legs and spreading them wide and high so my hips tilt back. I recline against his chest, thighs open. On full display for Linus. I can barely speak. The pleasure’s too sharp. Too deep.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathes against my ear. “Let him see how ready you are.”
Linus’s eyes lock on the way I’m spread around Liam’s cock. “Let me in, love. I want to feel both of us inside you. I need it.”
“Come here,” I whisper.
He kneels between our spread legs, strokes himself once, then moves closer. Liam holds me steady as Linus guides the head of his cock above where Liam’s buried, and I whimper. With one cant of his hips, Linus’s cock slides easily into me too. My body opens. Full. Trembling.
I bask in the overwhelming rightness of being taken by them.
“Fuck,” Linus moans. “You’re soakin’ us.”
Their cocks frot together inside me, filling my pussy to its limit. I gasp, one hand flying to Linus’s chest for balance.
“Oh my God—”
“You feel everythin’, don’t you?” Liam whispers into my neck, hips shifting. “So full. So fuckin’ good.”
“I love you,” I breathe. “I love both of you. Don’t stop.”
They move together. Liam slides his hands to my hips and thrusts up. Linus presses my thighs back and drives forward. I become the center of a rhythm designed only for me.
Liam gasps. “Every time I think I’ve felt everything with you, you show me more.”
“You’re mine. You’re his.” Linus’s voice breaks. “You’re fuckin’ ours.”
Their rhythm builds, perfectly synced. Liam thrusts up as Linus slams forward. I’m suspended between them, every inch of me is touched, filled, adored. Liam’s fingers slide to my clit, rub with purpose. Linus sucks on my nipples as I start to fall apart.
My orgasm hits like a lightning strike. I scream, loud and unfiltered, my pussy soaking their cocks, my body shaking with every wave.
Their thrusts turn erratic. Liam grips my hips, slams up deep, and spills inside me. Linus isn’t far behind, his cock floods me too.
We stay locked, breathing, shaking, a single body made of three hearts pounding. Liam kisses the side of my neck. Linus strokes my thigh. Then, gently, they ease back.
“We want to keep every drop in you.” Liam keeps me steady as their cocks slide from me, glazed with our mingled release. I whimper, already missing the connection.
Liam lifts me, easing me onto the bed, tilting my hips with pillows. Linus adds more beneath my back, my head, arranging me like something precious.
I know we’ve made our baby tonight. None of us say it aloud. We feel it.
Liam leans in first. His lips meet mine, full of breath and love. His hand cups my jaw as if I might drift away. Linus kisses me next, gentle but deep, tasting me. Then they kiss each other, eyes closed, mouths hungry.
We’re all tied here.
Their hands begin to roam, not possessive, not rushed. Linus strokes my belly with both palms, watching my face, then the small curve of my hip. His fingertips slide along my ribs, my sides, down the outsides of my thighs like he’s memorizing every line.
Liam brushes hair from my face, then traces the hollow of my collarbone, the dip between my breasts. He cups them, soft, reverent, then kisses each one, lips warm and open.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Liam whispers. “Overflowin’ with us.”
Linus kisses the inside of my knee. “We love you so much, Avonna.”
Tears burn behind my eyes. I reach up, cradle both their faces. “I’ve never felt more loved.”
Linus cups my knee and spreads it wider to see me better.
“Look at her,” Liam murmurs. “Drippin’.”
“She’s full,” Linus adds. “We’re gonna keep every drop.”
Liam’s fingertips trace the wet curve of my lower lips, barely brushing.
Linus leans in and kisses my hip and moves down my inner thigh.
He doesn’t kiss my pussy. He breathes against it, warm, close, teasing.
Liam’s finger slides to my pulsing clit with enough pressure to make me squirm.
His other hand spreads my outer lips, letting more of their come seep into view.
“Don’t let it fall,” he whispers. “Take it back in, baby.”
Linus watches my face. His mouth hovers over my breast. “Come for us again. Pull us deeper.”
Liam circles faster. The pressure builds. My pussy spasms when my orgasm hits. My body convulses to take every last drop deeper.
I arch into it, flooded and adored.
Linus’s mouth latches on to my nipple as my climax rolls on. They stay with me. Watching. Touching. Loving me through every aftershock until I go soft beneath them.
Utterly satiated.
Liam shifts first, settling on my left side. He curves toward me, one arm sliding beneath my neck to cradle my head. His thigh drapes across my hip, anchoring me without crowding. His lips brush my temple, and I melt against him.
Linus follows, moving to my right, chest close to mine. He props himself on an elbow for a moment, long enough to kiss the edge of my mouth. Then he lowers onto his side, facing in, his hand resting on my stomach.
I’m sandwiched from both sides. Their chests warm against me, legs entwined with mine. My hips are still lifted by the soft stack of pillows beneath me, letting me stay open, letting nothing escape.
Liam’s hand splays across my waist. He finds Linus’s hand on my belly. Their fingers brush. Then intertwine.
Over me.
They lean across my chest, mouths meeting above my heart. There’s no rush. Only the shared breath of men who’ve done everything they came here to do.
Liam hums against Linus’s lips. Linus smiles into the kiss.
They kiss me next. Liam to my cheek. Linus to my collarbone. Then my lips, one after the other, until I don’t know which kiss is which anymore.
Their hands drift.
One palm cups my breast. The other strokes the soft skin above my thigh. They don’t grope. They don’t tease. They touch as if memorizing everything we’ve done.
Liam’s hand curls under my ribs. Linus’s arm wraps under my waist. Their legs cross gently through mine, staying close. Their fingers remain linked above my stomach.
I am full. I am theirs.
Being loved like this is not punishment.
Never shame.
This is the holiest thing any of us have ever known.