Linus’s hand pauses. Mine tightens around her shoulder.
“You’re pregnant,” I marvel.
She nods without lifting her head. “Not in some abstract way. I mean… now. Us. This. The band.”
Right.
Shit.
Not fear. Responsibility.
“I want it.” There’s no hesitation in Linus’s voice. “I’m not scared of the work. I’m scared of doin’ it wrong.”
Avonna meets his eyes. “You won’t.”
She turns to me. “You okay?”
“Aye.” I exhale. “I think so. I just keep runnin’ the future in my head. The conversation I can’t avoid anymore.”
They exactly which one I mean.
“Padraig,” Linus says.
“Padraig,” Avonna echoes.
“I need to tell him right away.” I gulp down a wave of panic. “I’m not sure how he’ll react.”
Linus brushes the hair from my eyes. “He’s going to feel pushed aside. Even if he won’t admit it.”
Avonna sits up enough to look at both of us. “We don’t minimize it. Or soften it. We tell him the truth. The entire truth. He loves you, Liam. It’s about expanding our lives, not shrinking them.”
“He’s already at his limit.” I rub my face. “Facin’ another hiatus or break won’t bode well.”
“I know.” She kisses my forehead. “Hiding will hurt him more.”
Avonna reaches for my hand. Then Linus’s. Links us together between her palms.
“We don’t get to build our family by pretending the people we love won’t be affected,” she continues. “I know a lot about this and I won’t allow our child to grow up dodging honesty.”
I stareat the ceiling for a moment, then back at them. “Okay. I’ll tell him today. Once we get our day goin’.”
“Thank you.” Avonna’s shoulders drop, relief washing through her like she’s been holding herself rigid for days.
We settle back into the couch, quieter now, steadier. “I want to come again.” Avonna strokes my chest. “How do you feel about me riding your face while you fuck Linus.”
Jesus.
I’ll never say no to her.
She shifts and positions herself carefully, one knee on either side of my head, facing Linus. I slide my hands up her thighs, guiding her pussy to my mouth. When I lick her, her whole body shudders.
Linus’s thighs brush mine as he straddles me, ass hovering over my cock. He strokes me a few times and guides me to his entrance. His rim is already glossy with lube. Ready.
He lowers himself. I purr into Avonna’s pussy as I feel the first inch of my cock press into him. Inch by inch. She rocks against my face. Linus breathes out my name, and we start to move.
I thrust up. He grinds down. She rides my tongue. When Avonna leans over to take Linus’s cock in her mouth, we become a single, perfect, writhing, rhythm of need.
The deep, wrecked, sounds we make fill the room until we’re all on the verge of earth-shattering orgasms.
