Bonus Chapter
Manny
“Looks like you have your hands full there,” I laugh. Stella’s holding Jack, Priest and Bella’s new baby.
“Isn’t he the cutest?” Stella croons.
“He’s so sweet!” Audrina gushes, stroking his cheek with her finger.
Bella brought Jack to Muso’s and I stopped in for coffee with Lace so she could catch up with the old gang. I don’t know if she’s realized it yet, but Bandit and I don’t like leaving her alone, not after everything that happened all those months ago. I don’t want to smother her, but on the other hand, Bandit couldn’t care less. He’s like a bull in a china shop, and I kinda adore that about him. While all the mayhem has died down at the club, I still think about the past a lot. I can’t say I’ve got any regrets, even with what Mateo did in ending my stepfather’s life. I’m at peace now, knowing that he can’t hurt or abuse anyone else.
“How is my favorite grandson?” Hustler wipes his hands on his apron, his smile wide as Stella passes him the baby.
All the girls swoon a little because, even I have to admit, Hustler is pretty damn adorable holding a baby. He definitely doesn’t seem old enough to be called Grandpa, but what would I know?
“He’s such a good boy,” Bella beams, clearly smitten.
“Jack, or Hustler?” I joke.
“Both,” Bella says. “Of course the baby is a week old and Priest is already talking about more babies.” She rolls her eyes.
Audrina laughs. “I would’ve loved more kids,” she sighs. “If you need a babysitter at any point, you know who to call.”
“It’s never too late,” Lace wags her eyebrows and Audrina gives her wide eyes.
Audrina blushes. “I’m way too old to have any more children, Nevada is twenty-six. He’d be horrified.”
I don’t mistake the way Hustler looks at her like he wouldn’t mind testing that theory and putting a bun in her oven.
I sling an arm around Lace. “How cute are they?” I whisper.
“Too adorable for words,” she whispers back.
“So, are they boning?”
“I think Audrina is too sweet for a man like Hustler.”
“What are you saying? The man is old school through and through. I’d be betting he’d wine and dine her within an inch of his life.
Lace giggles. “Maybe we need to give them a little push in the right direction. People often can’t see what’s right in front of them.”
“You meddling again?” I bop her nose.
“Me?” She bats her eyelashes. “Never!”
I kiss her chastely. “That I don’t believe.”
I glance up and Audrina is looking at Hustler with wonder in her eyes. If I didn’t know any better, it appears to be a little bit of longing. Huh. Maybe Lace is onto something after all.
I pull her into my arms. “We’re gonna miss you this weekend.”
She smiles up at me. “I know, but I can’t tell my boss I’m not coming on the trip because I have two possessive and over-zealous boyfriends who don’t let me go anywhere,” she whispers.
I can’t really deny her words. We both know Bandit is the worse out of the two of us, but I am partly to blame with the rest. I want Lace to have wings and fly, heck, I’ve always wanted that, but I don’t want her flying too far away.
“Just as long as there’s no weirdos hanging around, trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you.” I pop a brow.
She rolls her eyes. “The colleagues I work with are ninety percent women, so I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
I grumble because I miss her when she’s gone, the same as I miss Bandit when he goes out of town.
I pick Eli up after school a few hours later and he shows me what they’ve been doing in art class. Today it was making paper mache planes.
“You know, I can help you anytime with art. I was good at art,” I say. “We didn’t make cool airplanes or anything, but we did other cool stuff.”
His eyes are round. “You did?”
“Yep.Got pretty good at it.”
“How come you don’t do that instead of cooking?” Aww, he’s so cute.
I ruffle his hair. “Because cooking pays better.” I smile. “And I don’t get much time to be that creative with art, it’s more like a hobby. Cooking is what I love to do. It’s my passion. I love feeding people and making sure they have enough to eat.” Sometimes I didn’t have that luxury myself, but I don’t tell him that.
“I want to be a fireman!” He declares.
I laugh. “Well, you can be anything you wanna be, bud, and that may change as you get older.”
“Daddy always smells like oil,” he grumbles. “So I don’t wanna be a mechanic.”
“Can’t say I blame you there.”
We stop off at NOLA Sweet Treats and Eli shows off his model airplane to the customers and anyone else who will listen as I chuckle. He’s definitely not like Bandit when it comes to personality. Bandit is very reserved and holds his cards close to his chest. Eli is the exact opposite. I love that about kids, they have no inhibitions. They’ve no clue what the world has in store for them, which is why Bandit is a big believer in encouraging Eli in whatever it is he wants to do. He’s an adorable boy, and Bandit has done an amazing job. He’s polite, smart and happy.
To think that I’m part of this family who gets to watch him grow fills me with a renewed sense of purpose. And cooking together is something we love to do. We also love making caramel. Eli absorbs everything like a sponge, and it reminds me of me as a child. A bright eyed kid with nothing but his dreams ahead of him. At least this kid is loved and will never suffer at the hands of others, that much I know for sure.
“Manny?”
“Yeah, bud?”
“Can we make a cake this weekend?”
“A cake?” I quiz a brow. “What for?” Not that we need a reason. I’m just curious.
“For Lace coming back.”
I smile. He knows she’s away for the weekend. “How about Sunday morning? We can be sneaky and get her to stop by when she gets back.”
He beams. “That’d be awesome!” We high five and it’s true when everyone says Eli’s smile is contagious. Nobody could ever be sad with him around.
Bandit gets in late, long after Eli has gone to bed. Since I’m on kid duty, I’ve kept his dinner simmering on the stove because that’s what I do; I will feed people until the day I die. Unlike Eli, I don’t mind when Bandit comes home smelling like oil and dirt.
“Hey honey, glad you’re home,” I sing-song.
He grunts, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he smells something good cooking. “Didn’t have to wait up for me.”
I give him a look. “Seriously?”
“What? It’s late.”
“Uh, huh, and a big strong boy like you needs to eat after a long day.”
He rolls his eyes. “Always fussin’.”
I shrug. “It’s what I do.”
I fetch the Jambalaya from the stove. I added chorizo because I know it’s his favorite.
“A man after my own heart.” He kicks his boots off and my dick stirs just a little.
I smile, my back to him as I serve his food into a bowl. “I certainly hope so.”
“How was your day?”
I turn, sliding his steaming bowl across the bench as he sits on one of the stools. “Good. Eli showed everyone at Sweet Treats the model plane he made, then we went to the park; I was trying to be responsible and not come home to play video games. We had our own Little League tournament.”
His lips twitch. “He loves hangin’ with you. Thanks for takin’ care of him.”
“Of course. I love hangin’ with him, too.”
I lean down on my elbows, watching him eat. It’s always filled me with warmth, giving people food and seeing them enjoy it. I’m weird like that.
“It’s good,” he says, spooning another mouthful.
I sigh. “I know. And Eli and I made caramel earlier; ever since Grandma came to me when I was dead that time, I’ve learned from my mistakes.”
He shakes his head. “You’re a goofball, if anythin’.”
“Yep, but I’m your goofball, and Lacey’s.”
His eyes lift. “Got you all to myself tonight.”
I like the glint in his eyes. He still has the ability to make my heart skip a beat. “I don’t know, you look tired.”
“Not that tired.”
My dick swells thinking about him joining me in the shower, something we’ve all done before; not that much washing gets done when we do. “I need to shower, then I’ll take off.”
I also love teasing him.
“Take off where?”
“My place.”
He sets his spoon down. “Not happenin’. You runnin’ out on me, Emmanuel?”
My lips part. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“So you really are a tease.”
I snort. “Like that’s ever been under dispute.” I wave a hand in his direction. “You know where I am if you need me.”
Ultimate fantasy is almost complete. Then again, he hasn’t stepped in to check on Eli yet, or finished his dinner, so I could be fooling myself.
I walk to his bedroom and strip off, heading to the walk-in shower as I hum a little tune. I’ve never felt content before, not like this, but that’s the only way I can describe it.
Before I drop my cell on the counter, I call Lace.
“Hey,” I whisper when she picks up.
“Hey, babe, why are you whispering?”
“I’m just trying to be quiet for Eli.”
She snorts. “He’d sleep through a herd of elephants running through the house.”
“That’s true, but you’ve left me alone with Jonah, and he’s all hot and stuff.”
There’s a long silence, then she bursts out with laughter. “Stop! Ouch, my sides hurt!”
“I’m glad you think it’s so funny,” I mutter. “But that kind of hotness is intimidating.”
“No, it isn’t. He’s a big teddy bear underneath, you know that.”
While I know she’s right, we’ve always had her between us. Okay, we’ve done stuff together, but not alone. Bandit doesn’t scare me in that sense, but I wonder if I’ll scare him. I mean, he told me not to go anywhere.
“Well, thanks for your understanding. I’m gonna go now and have my shower.”
“You sound like a big baby who spat out his dummy.”
Suddenly, I have a bright idea. “Do you wanna get naked with us?”
“Wait, are you afraid to be alone with Jonah?”
“Of course not!” I scoff.
“You are! Oh, my God. The pair of you are as bad as each other.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Umm, nothing.”
“Did he say something?”
“Honey, I’d love to stay and chat about the semantics of how Jonah’s brain works, but I’ve got to get some sleep. I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“Party pooper.” I sniffle. “Fine. “Goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She makes a kissing sound and I laugh.
“Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
We hang up and I reach into the shower and turn on the taps. I’ve been so busy all night cleaning up after cooking with Eli, then helping him with a project for school, and cooking for Bandit that I didn’t have time to wash myself.
His shower is large; on the shelf I see the body wash he uses which smells like him; spicy and sexy. It also holds a bottle of Lace’s strawberries and cream body wash, too. I smile to myself, hovering my palm over each bottle. I choose Lace’s because I know Bandit likes the smell on her. Maybe he’ll like it on me too. I stand under the hot spray and lather up. My back is killing me from spending twelve hours on my feet today, and I’m only just now realizing that my shoulders are tense.
I hum a tune, working more of the strawberries and cream goodness into my palm as I wash myself. Ducking my head under the spray, I wash my hair. Of course, Bandit doesn’t buy salon shampoo, just the cheap shit and I don’t do cheap shit. My hair is my pride and glory, so I reach for Lace’s fancy shit; the same brand she has at home.
I wash the suds out, tipping my face under once more, when I notice the door has cracked open. Bandit. He’s here.
I pretend I haven’t seen him and continue to run my palms over my body with Lace’s body wash. The steam and the scent of Lace in the air, mixed with the adrenaline running through my veins, knowing he’s watching me, is palpable.
I hear the sound of his zipper lowering and my chest lurches. Yes.
Another sound, his shirt, I think, hitting the floor as he tugs his jeans off.
“I know you know I’m here,” his voice is husky.
“Couldn’t stay away, huh?”
The shower door opens and he steps in, his cock at half mast as I glance down at it. It’s not like I could miss the thing. That monster is still a sight for sore eyes. Even after all these months of worshipping it, he still takes my breath away.
“Like you want me to.”
I turn my back on him, making sure he gets a full view of my ass; I know he enjoys it.
I hear him grunt, and I know he’s checking me out.
“You gonna join me, or just stand there gawking?”
“Usin’ Lace’s stuff?” I feel him behind me, then he reaches to press some of her body wash into his palm.
“You seem to like it.” His mouth is close to my shoulder and my eyes roll into the back of my head when he steps closer and I feel his dick press against the top of my ass cheeks. He reaches around as a moan escapes me when he grips my dick. “Telltale sign.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“You okay?” His palm slides over me as I brace myself with one hand against the shower wall. “You seem tense.”
“Never been better.”
He kisses the top of my shoulder, moving his mouth to my neck, and I welcome the kiss.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs.
“Not as good as you look, Beefcake.”
He chuckles. “You just can’t let that nickname go, can you?”
“Where would the fun in that be?”
He spins me around so we’re facing. His hand reaches around my neck and my dick swells at his touch. Bandit likes to think he’s rough, and sometimes he is, but he can also be soft and sensual when you least expect it.
“Feel weird without Lace here?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “Nope. I mean, I miss her, but I won’t lie when I say I’ve been looking forward to having you to myself.”
“So, you are a greedy boy, after all?” His hand slips down to my dick and I spread my legs a little wider.
“Greedy as can be when it comes to you.”
He closes the gap, his mouth hot and hungry as I groan against him, our chests and dicks touching as I enjoy his warmth. He cups my face in his hands and I feel so secure with him. Loved. Needed. Appreciated. And so fucking hard.
“Need you so bad,” he mutters. “Touch my dick.”
I reciprocate as we fondle one another, but I know with Bandit, he can’t last long when I play with his dick. “How about I show you what this big mouth is really made for?”
A sly smile spreads across his face as I push him against the wall, dropping to my knees. I lick his tip, his cock at full mast and fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of it. I’m aching for him. Lowering down onto his cock, I look up as he fists my hair.
“Such a good boy,” he grits. “Look at you bein’ all quiet for five seconds.”
I grin around his girth, tugging his balls and he pulls me off, getting me to stand again. I watch as he drops to his knees, returning the favor as he takes me into his mouth and I wish we were on the bed so we could play with each other.
As if reading my thoughts, he groans, “So hard for me.”
“Just like that,” I pant.
“If you come, I’ll put you over my knee.” I want to come, just so he’ll do exactly that, and I think he wants that too because he sucks me within an inch of my life.
“Jonah!” I cry. “Oh, fuck…” I shoot my cum down his throat as he laps me up and I could die from how goddamn hot he looks like that between my legs.
“Naughty boy,” he chastises. “I guess Daddy’s gonna have to spank that ass after all.”
I struggle to get my breath back. “Like you didn’t plan that.”
He stands, grinning, and then our mouths are fighting for control over the other. I taste myself on his lips and the strain on my composure is strong. I want him so bad. I want to roll around with him and take our time in bed, just like this. I love making out, getting him hard and being what he needs. And he gives back.
He lets go of me, abruptly turns the shower off, and hops out. I follow behind as we towel ourselves off. Then he’s grabbing my hand as we make our way into the bedroom.
Sitting down on the bed, he points to his lap. My breath hitches in my chest. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“I know you set that all up.”
“Like you’re gonna complain.”
He’s right. I won’t. And in this space together, both smelling like our girl, I fall into his arms.
Loving both of them is the easiest thing in the world, and the sex is just a bonus. None of this would ever be possible without Lace. I’ll never be sorry.
Bandit
He lies across my lap and I can’t even contain the rumble in my chest and how hard my dick is between us.
“Why am I spankin’ your ass?” I can barely get the words out.
“Because you sucked me like a goddamn vacuum cleaner and I couldn’t hold off?”
I bring my hand down on his ass cheek and spank him. “Not my fault you taste so fuckin’ good.”
I smooth my hand over his ass. So perfect.
“Blame me, I don’t mind.”
I spank his other cheek. “You won’t be sayin’ that when you can’t sit down.”
He looks over his shoulder, grinning at me. “Have we met?”
I lean down and kiss him roughly, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. I let go, then spank him again on both sides of his cheeks. “Trouble is, you like it way too much. I bet you wanna come again without permission, don’t you?”
“If it means I get punished again, then yes.”
I smirk. I can’t help it. I lean down to his ear. “This is supposed to be punishment, not enjoyment.”
“Oh.” He puts on a sad face and I laugh out loud.
“Dork.” I smooth my hand over his ass. “Up on your knees.” He complies. I fondle his nuts, then stroke his dick, at the same time I rub my fingers between his ass cheeks. “You want it so bad.”
“I do,” he groans. “I need it so bad.”
When I spank him hard, he jolts forward, the sound ricocheting like a sweet melody. I’m weeping; I’m so ready for him. My palm rubs over the sore spot, then I spank the other side again. “Next time I’m gonna make you count.”
“Promises.”
I pull him upright so he’s straddling me and he folds into my arms. Our mouths are hungry and our hands are everywhere. He rolls off me, moving toward my pillows as I follow him, caging him in as I rub my dick against his, enjoying every searing touch. I reach for the bedside table, lubing myself and his ass. I want him like this; facing me so I can see everything I’m doing to him.
“I guess I’m bottom then?”
I smirk. “You’re always bottom.” We’ve done some ass play before, but I like being in control, and while I wouldn’t say no to being bottom, we both enjoy it this way. Or with Lace sandwiched between us so we can both take her at once. That’s my favorite.
My tongue meets his and we’re rubbing against one another furiously. It’s too much, but also not enough.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Feel so good, not gonna last with you feelin’ and lookin’ this good and smellin’ like Lacey.”
“I miss her,” he mutters.
“I miss her, too.”
Our kisses deepen. I suck his tongue and he moans against my mouth.
“Your ass hurtin’?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, clearly your spanking skills leave a lot to be desired.”
I grin. “It might after this.” I reach between us and fondle him, then, moving backward off his lap, I hold him under the knees and pull him toward me, his ass on display. “So ripe for the takin’.”
I hook his legs around my waist and hold my tip to his tight ring of muscle. “You’re a very bad man.” Manny sounds as if he doesn’t believe a word of that.
“You’ve no idea, Pretty Boy.” I slide in slowly as he hisses, the sensation sending me to new heights. “That’s it, let me in. Doin’ so good…” I do like to praise him like I do Lace.
His eyes meet mine as I cup his chin, pressing my forehead to his. “Do you know how perfect you are?”
“I love this.”
“Do you love me?” I pull out, then slide in a little more.
“Yes,” he stammers. “I love you. I love you so much.”
My heart expands hearing his words. “Maybe you just love my dick?”
He chuckles. “Yep, caught me out.”
I slide in farther, taking it halfway in, and his eyes squeeze shut. “Takin’ me so well.”
“Harder,” he groans. “You’re bein’ too precious with me.”
“Gotta be. Don’t want you to break.”
I pull out, then move my hips, pistoning inside him as I get deeper and deeper. I stare at where we’re joined, his dick erect and ready to burst. I slide my palm over him, stroking him as we fuck. In, out. In, out. He’s so tight.
“Not gonna,” he cries. “Baby, oh, that’s good. That’s so good.”
I roll my hips, and while I’d normally roll him on his front and fuck him hard from behind, tonight it’s different. I want to see him. Feel him. I want him to know I care.
I kiss him softly; a stark contrast to my dick going in and out rapidly. “I love you. Don’t ever forget it.” He loves hearing it.
“Oh.”
“Fuck, I’m comin’,” I groan, hot spurts of cum unleashing as I shudder my release. Manny isn’t far behind, my palm coated as he shoots his load all over my chest and hand. His cheeks pink and his breathing ragged we slow.
I rest my head against his. “Love it when we’re like this.”
“Too caught up in the moment to argue?”
I chuckle. “Somethin’ like that.”
I pull out and roll onto my back. We both stare up at the ceiling, unable to move for several moments.
“Lace would be proud of us,” Manny breathes.
I turn to look at him. “For not waitin’ for her?”
“No, for havin’ some time together. We’re both with her by ourselves, but us, this is nice.”
I rub my nose against his face as I roll onto my side. “Nice?”
“You know what I mean.”
I suck his jaw, loving how he tastes. “Maybe I don’t, because nothin’ about that was nice.”
His eyes meet mine. “Tell me it’ll always be like this, with the three of us.”
I swallow hard. “It will be. I know it. Lace is ours. We belong together, all of us.”
“I don’t want anyone to leave.” I hear the pain in his voice, and I know his abandonment issues come into play along with his crappy childhood.
“No one is leaving. You never have to worry about that.”
“What if one of us gets jealous, or…”
I put a finger over his lips. “Not gonna happen. I was jealous when I first found out that you were makin’ out with her, but it was because I wanted in on the action, too. Do I want Lace to find anyone else? Absolutely fuckin’ not. She loves us. Both of us, but it’ll only be us. Ain’t no more room in this family.”
“Except for kids one day.”
I stare at him. “You want kids?”
He blinks. “I never thought so, but when I see you with Eli and I feel the love you have with him, it makes me think I could do it.”
“I want more kids, too, but it’ll be up to Lace, when she’s ready.”
He smiles softly. “So many bridges to cross.”
“And we’ll cross them together.”
“We should call Lace.”
I smile. “To tell her we didn’t kill each other?”
“You’re right, it’s late and…” my phone chimes on the nightstand and when I turn to pick it up, I smile. “Speak of the devil.”
She’s on FaceTime and I switch on the camera so she can see us. “Hi boys!” Her eyes dart between the two of us. “I see you’re in bed.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“We were just talking about you,” Manny says. “And how much we miss you.”
She smiles. “I couldn’t sleep, then I started thinking about you… and you… wait, you two are smiling a little too widely. Did you guys just fuck?”
I snort. “We aren’t lyin’ here naked just for the fun of it.”
“Oh, God. I need details.”
“Shower suck off, then he railed me,” Manny says proudly. “I also came twice.”
Lace groans. “You two are so mean, I can’t wait to be home.”
“We can’t wait for you to be home, too, because Emmanuel just had his ass spanked for misbehavin’, and I’m sure you’ve done somethin’ to earn the same treatment.” I smile at the camera.
“I wanna misbehave just to have you all over me,” Lace sighs.
“Then hurry home,” Manny says, leaning over, resting his head on my shoulder. “We wanna play with you.”
“Why don’t you play with each other and I’ll watch and get myself off at the same time?”
“Wait, did you take…” I sit up, taking a closer look. “You did, didn’t you?”
She holds up a double penetrating purple dildo and laughs. “You mean this?”
I narrow my eyes. “You dirty little girl.”
She lowers the camera, her tits on full display as me and Manny groan at the same time.
“I told you, I couldn’t sleep,” she whines.
“She definitely should get spanked for that,” Manny agrees, nuzzling his nose against my cheek. “Maybe we should give her a show, so she can see what she’s missing out on.”
“I think I like that idea,” I agree. I set the phone on the side table facing us, the lamp letting off just the amount of light. Lace does the same and my cock swells when I see her naked, spreading her legs. “Looks like you started without us.”
I kiss Manny, his tongue seeking mine as we both turn back to the screen to watch our girl. Entangled together, that’s what we are.
“I love you, boys,” she whispers, her eyes bright and full of love as she stares back at us.
“Love you, too,” we croon at the same time, earning us a laugh.
Then, like our private porno, we make love all over again, watching Lace as she watches us.
Never once do I wish that this had turned out differently. I’ve found the loves of my life a second time around. I thought I’d given up on ever finding love again, but the world spins on its axis when we’re together. As one. Just how it was meant to be.