I was done—done with him, done with being weak and afraid. Jer always told me how strong I was, and for the first time, I truly believed him. It was time to take my life back, for real this time. And I knew exactly where I wanted to start…
22
Lazlo
WhenIreceivedatext 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 wouldalways 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 hisjaw 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. Iwant 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.”
