9. Nine
Nine
Avery
Waving bye to Beatrix and my brothers as they take the kids for a few hours, I’m eager to take a long bath and sort my thoughts after a sleepless night. I’m grateful Bane knows Beatrix’s brothers through the MC and trusts them with Evie.
Diego calls from the kitchen, “Family meeting!”
His tone is light, but my nerves are on edge after the call with Roman last night. How much did Bane overhear and what did he tell Diego?
And the hardest thought of all… calling us a family. If only. But even though I live with both of them, we don’t have the relationship so many of my teammates have been lucky enough to find.
Bane’s confusion mirrors my own as he steps away from the door.
“A family meeting?” I echo, downplaying my nerves as Bane motions for me to enter the kitchen before him. “What are we, the Brady Bunch? ”
Diego grins back, dimples flashing. “Just hear me out, okay?”
I stand across the wooden kitchen island from Diego, bracing myself for whatever bomb he’s about to drop.
“So, I’ve been thinking…” Diego taps his fingers on the island. “About us. All three of us.”
My smile fades. I drop my gaze and search for an answer spelled out in the woodgrain. As much as dating Diego has done wonders for my psyche, if I had to pick dating or working, I’d choose Bane. I have to choose Bane, at least until I get this mess with Roman settled.
Diego leans forward, his eyes intense. “I see how you look at him, Avery. And how he looks at you.”
His pause gives me a second to playback what he just said. He wants me to choose Bane? And not just for a job? Bane shifts uncomfortably in my periphery.
Diego continues, “There’s something there, and it’s ridiculous to tell yourselves those little slips won’t happen again.”
An uneasy feeling washes over me. Is this Diego’s way of saying he had his fun with me and he’s ready to move on? Did he just get me the job as Bane’s nanny so he could have playtime whenever he wanted it? I feel used.
Maybe it’s for the best. They don’t know about my baby daddy yet. I can look for a different live-in nanny job.
My thought spiral feels like tornado alley.
“Look, Bane,” Diego continues, “I know you’re scared, and don’t want to, as you call it, betray your wife, but it’s been over a year, man. It’s okay to move on.”
What is this really about? I cling to the thought of being used. Diego’s overstepping, even if he’s right. From under my lashes, I lift my gaze to Bane.
His expression hardens. But there’s something else there too. Longing. Desire. It matches the chaotic mix churning inside me.
Are we going to rally against Diego with pitchforks or do something more dangerous… like give in to our growing bond?
Diego turns to me, his voice softening. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but I think we could make this work. We wouldn’t be the only throuple in town.”
Throuple? My gaze shifts to Diego. Is he serious? He wants the three of us to… I stop the fantasy that begs to play out. None of my friends had a kid already when they got into their relationships.
Yet, I’m speechless. Intrigued. Apprehensive. A thousand thoughts race through my mind, each one more confusing than the last. I look at Bane, trying to gauge his reaction. He’s silent, his expression unreadable.
He turns to me. Our eyes lock. It’s the same look he had right before we kissed. Heat races through me.
“What do you think, Bane?” Diego breaks the silence .
Bane lifts his eyebrows almost imperceptibly. Is he asking me if it’s okay? My knees go weak. My heart skips beats, then rushes to make up for them. Bane would really consider this? I could have the security that not one man, but two men offer? Am I worthy of that?
“Avery?” Bane’s voice is barely above a whisper.
“I… but… um…” The difficult life as a single mom might not be my only path. The jealousy I’ve felt for what my friends have could be cast aside.
“If you’re opposed to a threesome, we’ll never speak of it again,” Bane says.
Never is such a long time. Could we both learn something from Diego here and stop putting barriers around ourselves?
Bane’s lips press together, he lowers his head, and his shoulder slump. “Her silence speaks volumes. Don’t fuck this up, Diego. Avery’s my nanny. Leave it at that.”
My heart leaps into my throat. I gurgle out a few incoherent objections before calming myself enough to be worthy of what they’re proposing.
“Wait. I don’t object. I just can’t believe… We should talk—”
Diego puts a finger to his lips. “Shhh… Talking’s overrated.”
Bane’s eyes widen, surprise flickering across his face. “Don’t let him pressure you, Avery. I need you as my nanny. No one’s ever been so good with Evie.” He pauses, struggling with a thought. Does he worry that I could think that means I’m better than her mother ?
He stops my thought, clarifying his struggle. “But I want you in ways I haven’t wanted a woman in a long time.”
Diego rounds the island and caresses his hand down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His voice is a low hum that vibrates through me. “You know, Bane,” he says, his eyes locked onto mine, “I think Avery’s been working too hard. She needs to relax.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. He means to do this right now?
“She’s been so tense.” Diego steps behind me, his hands knead my shoulders and his thumbs work the base of my neck.
My eyes fall shut. A soft sigh escapes, my body melting under his touch.
Diego chuckles. “Imagine how good the two of us could make her feel.”
The weight of Bane’s gaze pulls me back to the moment—the next step. Desire radiates from him. It’s intoxicating being the center of their attention.
Diego leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “Any requests?” He lowers his hands to my breasts, massaging as he pulls my body against his. The hard length of his erection pressing into my backside tells me we’re not going to wade into this pool.
“Tell me you haven’t dreamed about her milky tits, Bane. There’s not a part of her that doesn’t taste like heaven.”
Bane grips the island. This is a big step for him. Too big? Can he add another layer to his relationship with Diego? Should Bane and I explore this alone first?
I open my mouth to ask but a tweak to my nipples makes me gasp instead.
Diego’s hands trail to my waist and he spins me, then sits me on the counter. His lips find mine, his kiss slow and deep. I lose myself in it.
I want this, I want them.
Diego’s hands slip under my shirt, his warm fingers tracing the line of my spine, arching me into him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bane’s grip tighten on the island, his knuckles blanching. His gaze burns my skin.
It’s like being caught in a wildfire, admiring the beauty while fearing the destruction. But I don’t want it to stop. I want to flame out—just once. Maybe that’s all it will take for me to rise from the ashes.
Diego lays me on the island, his eyes dark with hunger as he brings my feet onto the wood.
His hands trace over my body reverently. I cup his hand as he takes my breast.
He laces his fingers with mine then extends my hand to the side—to Bane—and lets go.
Rolling my head to the side, I watch Bane’s hand. Wait for him to let go of the counter. Let go of his hesitation .
Diego’s fingers find my clit. My breath hitches. Bane’s fingers extend, but his thumbs remain hooked on the edge.
“She needs you, Bane.”
“Or you can just watch for now?” I say between erratic breaths as my orgasm builds insanely fast. I don’t want to push Bane too hard.
“Don’t just tell her how you feel, Bane. Show her.” Diego’s voice drops. “I’ll take my time with her later.”
Bane’s breaths are heavy. “Diego, you can’t just—that’s not how this works.”
Diego steps back, removing his fingers from my sex. I reach for him to no avail. His expression the picture of nonchalance. “Don’t leave her hanging.”
Bane steps to the corner. I shift my arm his direction but he doesn’t accept. “You always jump into things without thinking, Diego. This isn’t what she signed up for.” He strides out of the room.
“Wait.” I sit abruptly, scooting back so I don’t fall off.
Bane stops. I stare at his back, the full force of how much I want him raging through me. He’s right, Diego’s impulsive. Why won’t he turn around? He already said he wants me.
But for all he knows, I just need the job. My words are rushed. “I’ve thought about it, Bane, ever since our kiss. Before our kiss.” I slow down to make sure he hears me. “Diego jumps into things, sure, but his love of life and his fearlessness are amazing. That’s him. But you and I share a bond. You’re different than him. What we have is…”
My words taper off as I don’t want to say that our connection is deep and imply that what I have with Diego is superficial. Then again, maybe it is.
Bane lifts a hand but instead of turning, rests it against the wall.
I try a different approach. “Bane, what we have is so slow and cautious, we might never explore it if we hide behind our denials.”
This might be the perfect time to open up about my ex, but I’m certain that would scare Bane off. I could lose my chance to give Bella a stable home that I’m so jealous all of my friends are giving their kids. I would be ‘that friend’—the single mom that everyone pities.
I have to buy myself a little more time. Once I convince Roman he’d rather have his precious freedom than parental responsibilities, I’ll explain everything.
And I have to know if this is real.
“Please, Bane?” I’m grateful Diego’s giving us a minute.
He barely turns his head to ask, “What if we try, and it makes things weird?”
“It’s already weird. Diego caught us kissing. You just watched him… If it’s weird, we’ll know we tried. We can go back to the way it was.”
“It’s not that easy.” He rakes his hand through his hair .
“I wouldn’t have to be a live-in, I could just come when you need me.”
“You’d be here at night with Diego anyway—at least until he’s done with you.”
“Fuck you, man.” Diego’s back in play. “What was the point of dragging out relationships that weren’t mean to be? Things are different with Avery.”
Bane spins around. The two of them are in a stare-down.
“Admit it,” Diego says. “I’m not the only one who’s different with her. You don’t mope anymore. You laugh and smile. And you finally show interest in something other than work.”
I search Bane’s expression. Is this true?
He must sense my anticipation. “He’s right. And you’re the longest relationship Diego’s ever had. He’s home a lot more ever since you moved in.”
“He’s right.” Diego shrugs. “And ever since that kiss between you and Bane, I’ve known what this is supposed to be.”
Bane stares at the floor as he walks to me. His gaze lifts as he reaches a hand up to cup my cheek—gentle and tentative, but it pushes the wildfire to the depth of my soul. This is right.
I lean into his palm, my eyes fluttering closed as I welcome his touch.
“Avery.”
I open my eyes to find his face inches from mine. His thumb brushes over my lips. His other hand wraps around me, pulling me to the edge. The musk of his cologne fills my senses while the heat of his body envelopes me.
“Have you two ever done this before? Shared a woman?”
“Never.”
Bane’s eyes flicker to my lips, which I wet with my tongue. His gaze darkens, his grip on my waist tightening. He leans in, my heart pounds. His lips brush against mine, a feather-light touch lingering between us as fragile as a dam on the verge of breaking.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my fingers dig into the firm muscle of his back. I pull him closer, parting my lips, deepening the kiss. Our tongues explore with a slow, deliberate pace, testing the resolve of the dam.
It’s the most intimate and beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced, leaving me torn between never wanting it to end and needing to find relief from the tightening in my core.
Need wins out. Finding the hem of his t-shirt, I lift, and he takes the cue, stripping it off.
His body is a work of art between the contoured muscles and collage of tattoos that start on his shoulders and run down both arms. I trace my fingers over his muscular abs and chest, then the lines of his tattoos. He shivers under my touch.
His lips move to my neck, his kisses more urgent. I arch and my head drops back, giving him better access as I lean on my hands .
Pausing to strip my pajama top and not-so-sexy nursing bra, he admires my full breasts, then lays me down. He leans over me, his body hovering over mine.
A bead of liquid forms on the peak of my nipple then rolls to the side as milk trickles out. He must catch my worry because he looks then licks the trail from the counter to my peak. One hand caresses my breast while he takes the leaky nipple in his mouth. I can sense his restraint, his careful control, which I love, but now that my figurative dam is breaking, I don’t think it’ll last much longer.
He rises, his hands moving to the waistband of my pajamas, and his fingers deftly working the shorts out from under my butt. I’m tickled when his lips playfully quirk. Control is slipping as he realizes I’m not wearing panties.
Diego looks on as I’m bare before them, vulnerable and exposed, but I feel no shame, no fear. Only acceptance and desire.
Bane kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His stubble contrasts the softness of his kiss, escalating my need.
His eyes flick up to mine, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue flicking my clit. I cry out, my hands failing to find traction against the wood. I tangle my fingers in his hair as I grind into his face.
His stubble, his lips, his tongue. The more I cry out, the faster he paces himself. The pressure builds and for a moment, I’m caught, I’m so wound up, I can’ t surrender.
I shove his head slightly as I wiggle for relief. He follows my guidance perfectly, falling back into rhythm. And with a final flick of his tongue, I’m spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing, my cries filling the room.
Diego’s mouth is on mine, kissing gently from the side until I come back to my senses. When I join him, he deepens the kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth, while Bane’s grip returns on my hips, his bare erection pressing between my legs.
It takes a moment to notice that they’re both naked. How hard did the orgasm hit me? Is it always like this with more than one guy or are we made for each other?
Diego breaks away, his lips moving to my jaw, my neck, my breast. The knot low in my belly tightens with each swirl of his tongue and gentle repositioning of his lips as he takes me into his mouth.
Bane’s hands move from my hips, sliding up my body, his touch hesitant but curious.
Diego glances up, his eyes meeting Bane’s, a silent challenge passing between them—one that I believe I’m going to win.
Diego’s mouth moves to my other breast, his hand kneading the one he just left.
Bane’s arousal presses harder against my sex, sliding between my wet pussy lips. I sense his internal struggle.
“I need you.” I reach for his leg, my fingertips brushing him. “Don’t let Diego have all the fun. ”
Diego pulls off my breast, a white drop catching on his lips. “Or do,” he says, his voice low. “But you know you want more.”
Bane hesitates, then leans down, his mouth capturing my nipple, sucking as I moan my encouragement. My milk lets down, spraying into his mouth. Diego takes my other breast, gulping my release. The sensation of both their mouths on me, one of them caressing my belly and the other rubbing my sex, is overwhelming. I’m drowning in pleasure and need.
When the pressure of my milk eases, Bane’s mouth moves from my breast to my earlobe. “You’re sure about this?” The desire lacing his words is nearly enough to throw me into climax.
I manage to say, “I want this. I want both of you.”
A niggling thought pops into my head of why I haven’t brought up using protection? I haven’t had a period since getting pregnant with Bella, so it’s not likely to happen again anytime soon. And somehow that makes me sad. Then again, why aren’t they bringing it up?
Diego’s fingers remain on my center, sliding through my wetness, circling my clit. I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand. He chuckles, a low, throaty sound, as he slides two fingers inside me, his thumb continuing its torturous circles.
Bane kisses my lips then stands, pressing his erection against the movement of Diego’s fingers.
“Move. She’s mine.” I’m shocked to watch the words come out of Bane’s mouth.
Diego continues pumping his fingers and working my clit. “Not yet. Keep your cock right there so I can rub it too.”
Bane jerks in as much surprise as I feel.
Diego doesn’t miss a beat. “Once she comes on both of us, then you can have her.”
What? Never mind. The hard prodding of Bane’s tip and the motions of Diego’s fingers that are apparently stroking Bane too, undo me.
My orgasm crashes over me in waves. I can’t breathe. I can’t tell who’s doing what anymore. They ease me to the surface, until I find air again, then plant kisses and caresses over my entire body while I float.
Bane presses his cock into my already needy sex. I reach for Diego, guiding his mouth onto my breast. Bane enters me slowly. His girth could split me. He must notice how much he’s stretching me, and gives me time to adjust.
Each inch he moves farther into me, isn’t just an act of sex, our eyes are locked, we’re furthering our bond. It’s deeply intimate. It’s also deeply filling as he bottoms out. I nod for him to go ahead.
His slow strokes paired with Diego’s all-out attention to my breast satisfies me in ways I had no idea were possible.
My soul is in heaven, my body’s alive, my mind is consumed as I process the sheer ecstasy. Thank goodness they made me come first .
This thing with the three of us is what I didn’t even know I’d been craving. The connection, the pleasure, the raw, unfiltered passion. And as they bring me to the brink once more, I cry out, “I’m close!”
“Me too, Baby.” Bane’s endearment is met with his cock stretching me even more.
“Me too.” Diego pulls off my breast but quickly takes it in his hand, drawing my attention. He’s stroking his cock.
How the hell did I get so lucky? I surrender to Bane’s firm thrust, my sex milking his cock so hard my orgasm verges on pain.
His mouth falls open as his fingers dig into my hips and his warm cum fills me. The last thing I see before my eyes fall shut are ropes of cum spraying from Diego’s cock, landing on the breast he’s caressing.