15. Epilogue
Avery
I stand behind the counter of our cigar shop, my heart fluttering as I arrange the large-ring-gauge cigars by band color, then re-sort them by length, and then again by girth. Perfect!
The thunderstorm rages outside, but in here, it’s just me and my wild anniversary-of-the-day-we-met idea. I’ve sent the staff home early, claiming it was due to the weather, but really, I just want privacy for what I have in mind.
It’s been a whirlwind of a year, with so many huge events happening right out of the gate, I won’t fault them if they don’t remember the significance of the date.
I have a big reveal though. After our emotional agreement to get married, Diego, Bane, and I had a little talk. We decided that we should remain fully committed, but wait and make sure we want to officially tie the knot. Or more accurately, Bane and I decided that. Diego had no reservations.
Today is the day I tell them that I’m ready .
The roar of thunder overtakes the chime from the bell above the door.
Bane and Diego hurry in, stripping off their jackets and hanging them on the coatrack. Bane appears concerned, while Diego’s full of curiosity.
Bane asks, “Is everything okay, Avery? Why are you here? Why is the door locked?”
Diego’s lips curl into a knowing smirk. “Where’s the staff?”
“Everything’s more than okay and I’ll answer your other two questions in a second, when I explain why I sent the staff home,” I reply, unable to keep the mischief out of my voice. “Only an hour left anyway. Now, enough chit-chat. Pick a cigar, boys. We don’t have all night— Nikki and Beatrix can only watch the kids for so long.”
Bane’s eyebrows shoot up, realization dawning on his face. We told him about the time Diego and I had fun with cigars, but we haven’t done it since. Life’s been busy even though I re-quit the roller derby team.
I lean forward, my palms flat on the counter. “Motherhood isn’t going to steal my fun. I hope that being a daddy hasn’t stolen yours.”
Diego doesn’t hesitate. He steps up to the counter, his eyes roaming over the selection. “Not a chance.” He picks up one cigar after another. “I have to admit… When you first bewitched me with your banter and sassiness, I wanted to be your Daddy.”
“For fuck’s sake, Diego, seriously?” Bane grumbles as he steps closer to the counter.
“Being Avery’s Daddy … taking care of her in every way, teaching her about life, and committing to be there for her no matter what… I damn sure did want to take on that role.”
I giggle. “Well, thankfully you did all of that without overcomplicating the term. Too many kids and too many daddies to keep that from being awkward.”
Diego taps a cigar on my lips. “Never too many kids, Sexy Mama.”
“Do I get a vote?” I laugh.
“You always get a vote, Mama Bear,” Bane says.
“Glad we’re in agreement there. I need more than a year between babies… which is why you’re picking a cigar. Let’s remember to have fun with each other, so the hard parts of this parenting gig don’t overwhelm us.”
How seriously do they take my little reveal that I’m committing to our future? It’s just a teaser for the more direct statement I’m saving for later.
Diego nudges Bane.
Bane hesitates for a moment, then a slow smile spreads across his face. He grabs the Colossal. “You went for the largest ring gauges. I have a smaller one in my pocket.”
“These are fine.” This is exactly what I needed—a reminder that I’m still me, still young, still capable of surprise and adventure. The rain pounding on the roof and the thunder practically shaking the walls fade into the background as Bane chooses the Colossal Reserve and Diego leads us to the lounge.
“We can try the smaller one later,” Diego says to Bane.
Seems pointless, but okay. In the dimly lit lounge, the scent of tobacco lingers in the air. Diego’s hand on the small of my back guides me a different direction than I expected. I suppose we can sit anywhere since we’re alone.
But we pass the plush leather chairs and stop at the bar. Bane sets the wrapper aside. Good. I’m ready.
I expect Diego’s hand to leave my waist so he can pour us drinks.
I’m wrong.
His hand slides around my waist, rubbing my belly before moving to my breast. His other one does the same and my knees go weak.
Bracing my hands on the bar’s edge, I feel my orgasm already forming low in my belly. He’s brought us to the exact location that we have the best view in the mirror that’s on the backside of the bar.
I watch our reflection as Bane rubs the Colossal Reserve from my fingertips to my shoulder, and when I turn my head to him for a kiss, he presses the cigar to my lips.
My tongue trails over the firm, thick roll of the tobacco as he drags it past. I’ve learned a lot about cigars in the last year. The hints of hickory, maple, and coffee delight me on an average day, but today, I’m far more interested in other aspects of the cigar.
Bane chuckles, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I think she’s ready.”
That’s an understatement. Having gotten lost in the moment, I open my eyes and take note that my mouth is hanging open and my tongue lingers on my lower lip while Bane trails the cigar down my neck.
I close my mouth.
Diego drops his hands to my hips and pulls me to his body, ensuring every inch of his erection is evident to my backside.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Mama Bear,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. He tucks the cigar on the far side of my jaw, angles my face to his, and captures my lips in a fierce kiss.
Diego grinds against me as I do the same to him. This euphoric promise of pleasure leaves me crazy with need.
Bane trails the cigar into my cleavage, sliding it back and forth the best he can while my t-shirt is still on, while he moans into our kiss.
Against my lips, he says, “I think these need some attention.” He leans back and circles my nipple with the cigar. With my shirt and nursing bra, I’m surprised at the amount of sensation. But it’s there—electric shocks zipping back and forth between my nipples and clit.
My breasts decided they needed to fill up with milk the second the guys walked in, but now the tingling is setting in. I need them to relieve me .
Diego removes my shirt and bra like the expert he is, not even missing a beat when he finds the condom tucked into my bra. Actually, it sticks to the top of my breast, but he sets it aside without fanfare.
The time he takes to admire my bare breasts in the mirror verges on long enough to make me beg, but he knows my breaking point, and loves taking me to it.
Cupping my breasts, he tweaks my nipples, encouraging the first drops of milk to coat his fingers. My back arches reflexively, pushing my breasts against his hands and my butt against his hips, my entire body begging for more.
Bane grins, shoves one of Diego’s hands out of the way, and places the head of the cigar against the peak of my nipple. Glancing down, I see that he’s already prepped the end of the cigar.
“Such a good girl, helping me make this the best-tasting cigar ever.”
I’m not actually doing anything, but I’ll take the compliment. I love pleasing them.
Diego’s hands trail down my body, deftly removing my comfy yoga pants and panties. “I like your thinking.”
My gaze meets Diego’s in the mirror. His hand reaches across the front of my body, taking the Colossal from Bane. Lifting the cigar to my lips, he asks, “What do you think?”
The sweetness of my milk mixed with the flavors of the cigar is pretty damn intoxicating, but moisture and cigars don’t mix well for long. “It’s good.”
“I think we can do one better though.” Diego drags the cigar down my chin, between my breasts, over my belly, and stops in my curls.
“Hold on,” Bane says. He shoves Diego out of the way, spins me around, and sets me on the bar. “If we’re crafting the perfect cigar, I damn sure need to see how it’s done.”
Perhaps because Bane explicitly says he wants to see , it occurs to me that being seen by the two of them is the most satisfying thing in the world. I don’t need anyone else. The thrill of Diego cigar-fucking me with other people in the room pales in comparison to being watched by the two of them.
“Then let’s get on with it,” Diego says. “Spread her legs so we can add the other secret ingredient.”
Bane rubs his hands over my thighs, but surprises me by capturing one taut peak in his mouth, sucking gently. I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips, and I try to spread my legs, but Bane holds them together.
His hands are high on my thighs and his thumbs rub through my curls, teasing me. When restraint starts to slip, my hips buck, and Bane has trouble staying latched on. He finally relents.
“I had to make sure you were ready.” Bane shifts his gaze from my eyes to my sex as he moves his hands to my knees and slides my legs wide .
I lean back, balancing myself on the bar as he scoots me to the edge, a little uncertain how far I’ll let them go before the cigar gets a condom. We’re still in the fun range though.
Diego reciprocates the earlier action, shoving Bane out of the way. He takes his place between my legs, his erection making its best effort to tent his jeans.
It gets me so hot to see how they react to me. My thighs instinctively try to press together, but Diego puts the cigar between his lips and grips my legs, depriving me of the relief I greatly need.
The girthy cigar in his mouth cracks me up. Laughter bubbles out of me, my emotions heightened by how badly I need to be fucked.
He takes the Colossal in his fingers, and says, “Be a good girl for me and keep these legs spread for Daddy.”
Bane pokes him hard in the chest. “Don’t fuckin’ try to start that Daddy thing now.”
Swallowing hard and attempting to comply, I nod.
But I really need them to hurry. Clearly, they want to get my sex sauce on the cigar, so chop-chop. We need to get on with it, let them drool over how much they love it, then sheathe the damn thing and fuck me. Or, they could just get naked and do the same. I’m past the point of being picky now.
As if driving the unspoken point home, milk leaks onto my belly.
Why are they looking at each other and nodding, sharing a moment?
I grab the condom and hold it up.
They both laugh dismissively. Diego takes the condom and sets it aside.
Noooo!
Bane reaches into the back pocket of his pants.
“A condom’s a condom.” I can’t handle the delay.
They laugh again as Bane extends the slender cigar he mentioned earlier, but he’s holding it in a really weird way, he’s fisting it. Diego holds the Colossal next to it. My sex tightens, desperate to be filled by the big one.
“Your choice.”
Were they planning this? Maybe they do remember which day it is, and they just morphed my plan into theirs. Well done, but why offer the small one? “The Colossal… and hurry, please.”
They shrug simultaneously, sharing a knowing glance. What has gotten into them?
Diego rubs the Colossal up my inner thigh and across my sex. “We were really hoping you’d choose the other one.”
“Fine, whatever gets a cock in me first. I’ll take the thin one if you really insist.”
“Too late. You let your greedy little cunt speak for you.”
I flail for Bane’s hand but he pulls away. My gaze is glued to his fingers as he slowly opens one, then the next, as if revealing the stupid skinny cigar .
But it’s not the cigar he’s revealing. The glint of light off the diamond ring steals my breath. I freeze.
They do remember. And they had the same plan as me.
Diego continues stroking the Colossal between my lower lips while they simultaneously ask, “Avery, will you marry us?”
“Yes!” I finally manage to throw my left hand forward even though the rest of me is still frozen.
A whirlwind of hugs and kisses interrupt the cigar thing, until Diego brings the Colossal to his nose and takes a deep breath. He opens his mouth and tastes the cigar. “Yep, now we’ve got the secret ingredient for perfection.”
Bane takes the thick boy, sniffing and tasting it as well. “We have indeed found the perfect blend.”
Diego sheathes the cigar and Bane presses it at my entrance, teasing me between shoving it partway in, then pulling it back out to tease my clit.
Diego’s mouth moves to my breast, his hand massaging the other, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers.
I’m a writhing mess of desire, my body aching. “Please,” I beg, my voice a breathy whisper. “More.”
Bane grins, a dark, promising look in his eyes. He pushes it in slowly, rubbing his free hand over his own cock that’s straining against his pants. I gasp, torn between watching and just closing my eyes to feel. He fucks me with the cigar, his movements slow and deliberate, his hand stroking my clit as each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.
My hips move in sync with his rhythm, drawing the cigar deeper into me. Diego catches our pace and matches it on my breasts.
They’re right. We’re perfect together, but I already knew that. Each movement is a sweet torment, pushing me closer to the edge, but not quite letting me fall over. Diego’s mouth finds mine again, his kiss fierce and passionate, swallowing my moans as Bane continues his torturous teasing.
Banes says, “Now be a good girl and let us watch you come before we unload in our pants.” He speeds up his pace.
The demand makes me want to hold off, see if they’ll really lose control.
It’s too late. They know me too well. Control splinters with my orgasm as I shatter into a million pieces. I’ve already surrendered.
And we live happily ever after!