33. Avery
33
AVERY
“ S o, who goes?” Wesley asks.
“I should probably go. I’ll be able to find it faster than any of you.” I bite my lip. “But that leaves you with Leo. Are you sure you’ll be okay with keeping an eye on him?”
“He’s already asleep. It won’t be that difficult. I think we’re more than able to manage that,” Jamie says.
“That’s what you said the first time you put him to bed.”
“Hey, we’ve gotten better since then.”
I hold my hands up in surrender. “You’re right. You guys are almost as good as I am at getting him to sleep now.”
I’m heading to the door when Wesley’s voice stops me. “You’re not going alone.”
“It’s going to take less than ten minutes and that’s including the drive. It’ll be fine.”
“I don’t think we should be taking any unnecessary risks. He might know you’re here.”
“With how much doubling back you three always do, I doubt it.” I sigh. “But you’re right, I shouldn’t be going alone, especially with what I’m going out to buy.”
“I’ve still got my shoes on. I’ll go with you,” Phillip says. “It might be nice to do this part with someone who likes me instead of just what I can give them. If that’s okay with you, I mean. I would understand completely if you’d rather go with someone who might actually be the father.”
The hurt in his eyes makes my heart ache.
If I ever meet Mary Elizabeth, even my men won’t be strong enough to hold me back.
“Three fathers, Phillip. Remember? I’d love for you to come with me.”
I flash a quick smile at Wesley and Jamie. “We’ll be back before you miss us.”
“Too late for that. I’m already drowning in despair,” Wesley says, clutching his heart dramatically.
“We should get out of here before he faints with grief,” Phillip mutters in my ear.
It only takes five minutes to get to the nearest grocery store, but my anxiety makes it feel like five years.
Every second is a lifetime of wondering if I want this test to come back positive or negative.
Phillip tries to distract me with small talk, but as soon as we get to the family planning aisle, he falls silent too.
As I reach for the box, my hands start to shake. I almost drop the box several times on the way to and from the checkout lane. Even the safety of the car doesn’t soothe my nerves.
Phillip gently pries the box from my hands and chucks it into the back seat.
“Can we just go?” I ask.
“Not yet. You’re not okay. Tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s not important.”
“If it’s important to you, then it’s important,” he says firmly.
“It just hit me that this is happening. I really could be pregnant. We could be adding to our family much sooner that I wanted—anyone wanted, really. I knew that being pregnant was a possible outcome of the test even before I bought it, but having the test in my hand somehow makes it more real. We haven’t been together long. What happens if you change your mind and I end up alone?”
“I know what you mean.” He nods. “That box of tests does make things seem significantly more real, but you’re not alone. I promise you as long as I’m still breathing, you will never be alone again. I don’t care whether you’re pregnant or not. I don’t care if the only child we end up having in our lives is Leo or if we have ten more. I’m here to stay.”
He’s so earnest and loving and sincere that I have no idea how to emotionally process what he just said. So I do what feels safest and deflect.
“Ten? You’re out of your mind.”
“Three, then. One for each of the four of us to hold.”
I laugh. “I’ll think about it.”
“There’s that smile I love.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” he asks.
“For making me feel better.”
“I told you I wanted to be with you, and I meant it. I’m not interested in just the fun parts or the easy parts. I want all of you. I want your anger, your joy, your fear—all of it. I’m not interested in some simpering high-society woman who’s barely more than a doll with a pull string. I want you. I adore every single facet of you. You are more than worthy of being loved, and if the only good thing I do in this life is help you see that, then I’ll die satisfied.”
I grab the back of his neck and pull him into me for a kiss. My hands slip into his hair as his tongue explores my mouth.
The center console digs into my hips as I try to press myself even closer to him, but I don’t care. I need him to know how much his words meant to me.
I’m too far gone to string a sentence together, but I can show him.
When I bite his bottom lip, he moans and rests his hands gently on either side of my waist.
It’s not enough.
I grab one of his hands and put it on my breast. Just the feel of him touching me over the fabric of my bra makes my heart race.
My other hand tightens in his hair as I stroke his hard length over his jeans.
He drops his head back against the headrest, breathing hard as I undo his pants one-handed.
“I think that might be one of the sexiest things I’ve seen you do with your clothes on. How did you do that so quickly?”
“I still have some tricks up my sleeve. Did you really think you’d seen them all?”
He starts to answer, but it’s cut off with a gasp when I wrap my lips around him. Feeling his hard length in my mouth makes my pussy slick with arousal.
I moan at the taste of him on my tongue, and his hands tighten in my hair.
Right as I reach a rhythm, he pulls me off him.
I yelp, but it’s more from shock than actual pain. “I thought you were enjoying it. Why did you stop me?”
“We’re in a parking lot.”
“It’s dark out. There isn’t anyone here but us. Besides, the store closes in fifteen minutes.”
“The employees might see something when they leave,” he says, eyes darting around the lot.
I slide my hand up his thigh and give his cock a few tentative strokes. He doesn’t push me away so I get bolder.
“The windows are tinted,” I say, leaning over to kiss his neck. “No one is going to see anything.”
“You’re making it hard for me to be responsible,” he growls.
I know I should listen to him. This isn’t responsible, and we certainly have more than enough excitement in our lives right now. There’s no need to add the potential for an indecent exposure charge.
He’s right, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I can think about is what I want and right now, it’s him.
I bite into his shoulder, making him moan as I mark him as my own.
“You’re not playing fair, Princess.”
“I don’t see how that’s my problem. If you really wanted to stop me, you’d say so.”
“Damn you, Woman,” he growls, pushing my head back down.
I shift so I’m kneeling on my seat to make leaning over the center console a little easier.
I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock, and he lets out a shaky breath.
He slips his hand down my body to cup me over my shorts, teasing me just like I’d done to him but much worse. My shorts aren’t denim. They’re thin cotton, and I can feel every stroke of his fingers like they’re on my bare skin.
“Your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock, Princess.”
He slips a finger inside me, and I moan.
“You’re always so wet for me. How do you always feel this good?”
I hollow my cheeks and take him further in my mouth.
His thick cock muffles my scream of pleasure as he thrusts another finger into me.
The heel of his hand hits my clit, sending waves of pleasure reverberating throughout my body as he fucks me with his fingers.
“You’re an exhibitionist, aren’t you, Princess? You put on a show for us in Wesley’s dungeon, always end up fucking us in our offices, and now here you are in a parking lot where anyone could walk by and see you choking on my dick. Don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong. I just felt your pretty little pussy clench down on my hand. You like being a dirty girl, don’t you? Come for me, Princess, and then I can bury my cock inside you. You want that, don’t you?
“As soon as I feel you coming all over my hand, I’m going to drag you over here and you’re going to ride my cock right here in the parking lot where anyone could come by and see us.”
His words send me right over the edge. My back arches, and my body shakes as the orgasm rips through me.
I release his dick with a Pop and collapse over the center console, breathing hard.
He doesn’t let me catch my breath. Instead, he grabs me by the upper arm and yanks me onto his lap.
There’s a good chance he leaves a bruise on my arms. At one point, the thought of having bruises from a man on my body would have sent me into a panic attack, but now it’ll be a badge of honor, a memory of some of the best sex I’ve ever had.
I’m reclaiming parts of my body and my soul one piece at a time, and these men are helping me do it.
He doesn’t shift my shorts or panties to the side. He just grips the seam and rips them, leaving me completely exposed. Without a backward glance, he tosses my now destroyed bottoms into the back seat.
I cry out his name as he eases me down onto him.
“That’s my gorgeous girl. Now ride me, Princess. I need to feel you coming all over my dick.”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and fuck him hard and fast right there in the middle of the parking lot.
He reaches under my shirt and unclasps my bra with just a flick of his wrist, making me gasp.
“What, you think you’re the only one who still has tricks up their sleeve?” he says, throwing my own words back at me.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as he pushes up my bra and tank top. My nipples harden from the cool air in the car. He leans forward, flicking his tongue across the hard peak before sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck. I’m so close.”
“What do you need?”
“Harder.” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
He pulls me into a kiss so intense it makes my head spin. His hands grip my hips. I lean into it, and he digs his fingers in harder.
I hold on as tightly as I can to his shoulders as he jerks my hips, making me ride him harder and faster than my sex-drunk body is capable of doing on its own.
“I love watching your tits bounce as you ride me. We should fuck in the car more often.”
With every frantic thrust, his cock hits the place inside me that makes me see stars. I can feel my walls clenching around him, and when our eyes meet, I can tell he’s right there with me.
My whole body goes as taut as a bowstring right before it snaps.
I come screaming his name and drag him right along with me into orgasmic bliss.
He’s the first of us to recover.
Phillip kisses me softly then says, “I hate to cut this short, but I think we should probably start heading back so Wesley and Jamie don’t call out the National Guard to come looking for us.”
“You’re probably right.” I laugh.
He grabs his phone from the cupholder and grimaces. “It might already be too late.”
He turns the screen so I can see for myself.
Sure enough, there are no less than thirty unread messages in the group chat and every single one of them is a variation of “ Where the hell are you?”
I’m no psychic, but I suspect there might just be a spanking in my future.