Chapter 22 Lazlo
Lazlo
When I received a text from August asking me to come home for lunch, I didn’t hesitate. As soon as that last patient had walked out the door, I’d rushed the hell out of my office like my ass was on fire, and the only thing that could put it out was being home with my men.
As I was pulling into the driveway, I saw that August was just getting home too.
I knew he’d been planning on going to a baby playgroup, but when he climbed out of the SUV, his eyes were wild with something I couldn’t quite interpret.
I barely had the car in park before I jumped out and rushed over to him, searching for any sign of injury. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
His grin was blinding. “I’m better than okay.
I’m fantastic!” He gripped me by the front of my shirt and dragged me down for a searing kiss, his tongue plunging between my lips.
He was so demanding, assertive and possessive, and it was straight-up the sexiest thing.
It had been such a privilege to watch our timid omega come out of his shell.
I knew without a doubt that I would always give him whatever he wanted.
It was my goal in life, my reason for breathing.
When he finally let go, I struggled to catch my breath. “I know I told you to come home for lunch, but I hope you don’t actually plan on eating.”
“Nope. Not food, anyway,” I panted, unzipping his jacket to get a headstart on our clothes.
“Good, because Mia’s napping in her car seat, but I don’t know how long that will last, and I need you.” He grabbed the diaper bag, and I took the car seat, and together, we rushed into the house.
Luckily, Jer had seen us outside and got the hint.
He was smart like that. He was already upstairs half undressed by the time we ran inside.
I set Mia’s car seat in the nursery and turned on the baby monitor, closing the door with a quiet click.
Then I shed clothing all the way down the hall and leaped onto the bed from halfway across the room.
The air was already perfumed with the scent of August’s slick, and I moaned as lust slammed into me like a sledgehammer.
“How do you want us?” I asked August, already hard and leaking. There were so many ways the three of us could join our bodies, and I was always ready for whatever position they were in the mood for. Cocks, asses, mouth, hands, they were all perfection.
“I want both of you inside me at the same time,” he whined, desperate to be filled.
Jerry made a choking sound where he was lying on the bed, and the hand he’d been stroking himself with tightened into a fist around his shaft.
Need pulsed heavily through my veins, and I groaned at the thought of us stuffing him so full of cock.
“Baby, that is so hot,” I said, pulling him flush against me so our erections were sandwiched between us, side by side.
I cupped his jaw and tilted it to one side so I could bury my face into the crook of his neck where his scent was strongest.
“Please, hurry,” he begged, growing more frantic.
Crouching down, I grabbed the backs of his thighs and hiked him up, then carried him over to the bed and laid him down next to our alpha. “We’ve got you,” I promised.
Jerry rolled over, reaching for the drawer where we kept the condoms and lube, but August grabbed his arm. “No, no condoms. Not anymore.”
Jerry froze, his head whipping back to look at August. Was he really asking what I thought he was asking?
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Jer asked him, looking him straight in the eye.
“This is a big decision, and while Laz and I definitely want more kids with you, I don’t want you making any rash decisions. ”
He shook his head, looking back and forth between us.
“It’s not rash. I know it’s early in our relationship, but I was just thinking about how much I love you guys and how lucky I am and…
I wasted so much time regretting my past and doubting my present, but I’m not scared about my future anymore.
I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life than I am about you.
” He took Jerry’s cheek in one palm and mine in the other, his skin warm and grounding.
“I want Mia to have a little brother or sister, and three amazing fathers.”
I dropped my head to his chest to hide my stinging eyes, no doubt red-rimmed as tears threatened to spill. This was more than I ever could’ve asked for. Love, family, a future I’d always thought was out of reach.
“Hey,” Auggie soothed, tugging on my hair to get me to look up at them. My vision swam with pooling tears. “Don’t you want this?”
“Of course I want this,” I assured him, gripping them both as tightly as I could from this position.
“It’s like a dream come true. But… can I be your doctor this time?
No more Doctor Follett. I want to monitor your blood work and do the ultrasounds, and when the time comes, I want to help deliver our child. ”
He laughed then pulled me close so he could pepper kisses all over my face. “Deal.” He looked over at Jerry, who looked just as emotional as I was. “A-Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, yes, yes, sweetheart, yes.” He pulled August in for a bear hug, his tattooed biceps engulfing Auggie’s narrow frame, then grabbed my wrist so he could pull me in too.
I couldn’t believe it, we were really doing this.
Decision made, our celebration quickly reheated, all three of us now eager to take our first official step on our new journey together. We’d already been parenting Mia together, but this was different. This was growing a family, a future.
Jerry easily manhandled Auggie until he was straddling his lap. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, sweetheart. That’s it,” he purred appreciatively as August widened his stance, bracing his hands on the headboard.
August looked back at me, eyes at half mast. “Laz, I need you too.”
I rose up on my knees and crawled over until my legs were bracketing Jerry’s thick thighs, gripping August’s hips. Precum was dribbling down my length, and I smeared it across his ass, marking him as mine on the outside, before I would move on to paint his insides.
Jerry’s fingers left divots in his pert ass as he peeled the cheeks apart, exposing his hole, glossy with slick. The tight bud winked at me, and my mouth flooded with saliva. “I will never get tired of this view,” I groaned, tracing the pucker with a fingertip.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to tease?” Auggie sassed, throwing a smoldering look over his shoulder at me. Then he canted his hips, his body on offer. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Ooh, I loved how confident he’d gotten in the bedroom. “Yes, sir,” I purred, then plunged my fingers straight into his hole, making his gasp at the intrusion.
I took as much time as I could to stretch him out, though I could feel our deadline looming. I wished we’d waited for a date night for this, but as parents, we’d learned there was no perfect time. It was about seizing the moment when it presented itself.
Luckily, our omega was well practiced at taking Jer’s significant girth by now, so I was able to work my way up to three fingers pretty quickly, though I knew that wouldn’t be anywhere near enough for what he was asking for.
And so, I eased a fourth in, and oh fuck, the sounds he made.
“Yes, Lazlo,” he whimpered, grinding back on my hand.
“Baby, we are going to make you feel so good,” I promised, easing out my fingers.
Taking Jer’s cock in hand, I guided the flared head to his entrance and then dragged August down, sheathing them together. Fuuuuck. Tracing my finger over his stretched rim, I reveled in the slippery glide as Jerry’s hips punched up, coating his shaft in slick.
“Now you, Laz,” Jerry instructed, pulling out.
It had been a while since I topped, and the tight squeeze was enough to take my breath away. I paused, buried deep inside him, taking a moment to just breathe, holding back the tingle that urged me to go faster, harder. “You’re so warm,” I whispered, pressing kisses along his spine.
But then I felt Jerry’s hand around my base as his worked his fingers in alongside me, and August let out a needy whine. “More. I need more.”
As Jerry lined his dick up beside mine, he squeezed them together in his tight fist, and I groaned. With both of them pressed to his hole, it seemed an impossible fit. “Gently…” Jerry coaxed, urging us in.
Ever so carefully, we added more pressure, and then suddenly, something gave way and we breached his hole.
August let out a sharp cry, clenching hard around us, and we all froze.
“We can stop,” I said immediately, fear rushing through me at the thought of inflicting any amount of pain on him. “We should—”
“No! I want this—need it.” His head sagged forward between his outstretched arms, hands still clinging tightly to the headboard. He blew out a long, shaky breath, and I felt his hole relax a tad. “Just… go slow.”
Little by little, the two of us eased in, slick coating both our shafts and Auggie’s quivering thighs.
I had to list the bones in the human body to keep from unloading too soon—it simply felt so damn good, entrenched in his wet heat, Jerry’s hard cock nestled in next to mine.
Finally, though, I opened my eyes and found my hips pressed flush against his ass.
Holy shit. We did it, and none of us came too soon.
It was a miracle! It was obviously a near thing, though, all three of our chests heaving for breath.
“You’re so perfect, baby. How are you so perfect?” I asked, not expecting an answer, but I got one all the same.
“He was made for us,” Jerry said, stroking his hands over August’s sweat-damp chest. “The three of us were always meant to be.”
“I love you,” he sobbed, “so much.”
“We love you too, omega ours,” I murmured, pressing kisses over his shoulders before nipping the skin of his neck, and a shudder rippled through him.
“Move,” August grunted. “For the love of gods, move!”
None of us were going to last long, that was fact.
Jerry pulled back slowly, and I had to brace myself against the most delicious friction I’d ever felt in my life.
I could feel the head of his cock dragging down my shaft, then back again, and I muttered incomprehensible curses under my breath, holding on to August’s hips for dear life.
It took us a minute, but we found a rhythm, alternating thrusts so that Auggie was never empty. Surrounded and filled by us, again and again, he quickly devolved into a blubbering mess, chanting and begging.
“Please,” he mewled, “let me come. I can’t… I can’t…”
I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled, forcing him to look back at me. “Open your eyes, baby… keep them open.” And then, I wrapped a hand around his cock and gave a slow pull, in time with my thrust. One, two, three more passes, and that was all it took for him to absolutely shatter.
With a high-pitched cry, his cock erupted over my fist, covering me in his cum and slicking the final strokes as I milked him dry.
I couldn’t quite catch my breath, my own orgasm claiming the air in my lungs as I came hard enough to see stars.
But it wasn’t until Jer bucked under us, coming with a deep growl, that every piece finally clicked into place.
I felt his cock swelling, his hot, thick cum flooding August’s womb, before his knot swelled, eliminating every fraction of space.
“Oh fuck.” I blew out a sharp breath at the overwhelming sensation. I was used to his knot on the inside, but this was a whole other experience. I dropped my head onto August’s shoulder, and the three of us took a long moment to just breathe.
After a minute or two had passed, August asked in a quiet voice, “Do you think that did it? Am I pregnant? I hope I am.”
I laughed, squeezing him gently where my arm was braced around his waist. “Are you asking for my medical opinion? We could be so lucky, but only time will tell. If not this time, then we’ll try again.”
“And again and again,” Jer said with a throaty chuckle. “Sex with you is no hardship, sweetheart. We’ll keep trying as long as it takes, but if it’s not in the cards for us, I promise there will be more foster kids in our future.”
I knew technically that any baby we had would be from Jerry’s seed, not mine, but the way August had included me, it felt like I was a part of it all the same. For the first time, I wasn’t afraid that someone was settling for me as a beta. I was exactly where I was meant to be.