“Oh, fuck … Ava … you better come,” Magnus warned. “You better come all over my dick.”
She slammed her hips back. Once, twice. He felt her inner muscles clamp down on him. He gritted his teeth and fought the nearly painful urge to come.
“That’s it, girl,” Trey urged. “Come for us.”
She whimpered and rocked harder. Magnus thrust deeper, savoring every delicious caress of her tight little pussy on his cock.
“Right … fuckin’ … now,” Trey barked.
Ava screamed, and Magnus nearly bit his tongue. She locked down on him so tight he could hardly breathe as she ripped his orgasm from him. He held himself deep inside her until every drop was drained from his balls.
When it was over, he fell to his side and smiled up at the ceiling.
He wasn’t sure it could get much better than that. Of course, he would soon learn that once Trey was on board, there was no stopping him.
Chapter Seventeen
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
Magnus woke early the next morning—twohours before he usually did—slipping out of bed before Ava or Trey stirred. He pulled on shorts and left the room, silently closing the door behind him.
He’d traded his overnight shift with Billy last night for one reason only. This.
He flipped on the lights in the kitchen, opened the pantry door, and dug in the back for the box of pancake mix he’d bought last week without Ava knowing. If she had seen it, she would’ve offered to make him some, and while he did enjoy pancakes on occasion, he preferred waffles. What she wouldn’t have realized was he’d bought them for her. That and the chocolate chips he’d stashed in the small cabinet over the refrigerator after he heard her mention she was craving chocolate. Knowing Ava, she would’ve sniffed them out, found them and the pancake mix, and his surprise would’ve been ruined.
Today was Ava’s birthday, and while she hadn’t brought it up and he hadn’t mentioned it, he’d been gearing up for this day for a while now. It would be the first birthday he’d spent with her since she turned ten. Only onthatbirthday, Magnus wasn’t the one who made her chocolate chip pancakes—something she claimed was her favorite—Magnus’s mother had.
This year Magnus intended to do that for her.
Unfortunately, he sucked in the kitchen, and it didn’t help that he was trying to be quiet. It would ruin everything if she walked in before he had them made. Not for the first time in the past few months, Magnus wished he would’ve paid more attention when his mother tried to teach him to cook when he was a kid. The basics, at least. Instead, he’d been too busy helping his dad or hanging out with friends to do something so domestic. But the truth was, he didn’t so much care that he would’ve learned how to cook as much as he would’ve had more time with his mom.
Magnus opened the box while skimming the instructions on the back. It sounded relatively simple, with the exception of the actual cooking part. Or so he thought before he took a look at the lumpy batter in the bowl. No way could that be edible, cooked or not.
He was beginning to get frustrated when he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He stopped moving, hardly even breathing, as he waited for her to appear. His relief was potent when Trey stepped into view.
“What’re you doin’?” Trey mumbled, wiping his hair back from his face.
“Makin’ Ava pancakes,” he whispered. “It’s her birthday.”
Trey’s eyebrows launched skyward. “No shit?”
Magnus pointed at the lumpy shit in the bowl. “Problem is, I fucked it up already.”
“Here,” he offered, pressing his hand on Magnus’s chest and easing him back from the stove. He dug in the drawer, pulled out a whisk, and then said, “Get me a skillet and the butter out of the fridge.”
Magnus pointed to the skillet on the stove, then grabbed the butter sticks out of the refrigerator. When he returned, he saw Trey pulling a measuring cup out of the cabinet.
“I assume she likes these,” Trey said softly as he began churning the batter like a professional.
Magnus hopped up on the counter beside the stove. “She did when she was ten.”
Trey’s eyes slid over his face. “You get to spend a lot of birthdays with her?”
Magnus shook his head. “That was the only one I really recall. I remember all of Tabby’s. My parents usually did it up in high fashion. Big parties and shit. But I don’t remember any for Ava.”
“Except this one?”
He nodded. “She spent the night with Tabby the night before because Renee had been having one of her episodes. Or that’s what I heard my parents talking about. From what my mom said, Renee was insisting that Ava didn’t deserve to be weighed down by a mother who was so messed up. It wasn’t the first time, nor was it the last, but for whatever reason, it hit me that Ava had been spending a lot of time at our house.”
