by K Webster
“You always offer to babysit drunk me to get out of cleaning the kitchen,” she tattles as I set her down under the hot spray of the water.
“And you always get drunk so you don’t have to do the dishes,” I tease back.
Her lips curl into a wicked grin that has me kissing her pretty mouth. We manage to get little washing done, but get hot and bothered. I turn off the water and towel us down before guiding her to our giant bed.
Admittedly, it’s my favorite thing about our house.
It’s huge.
I toss her onto it and give her thigh a little smack. “Let me kiss your pussy while we wait on our boys.”
Her eyes are hooded and she shamelessly spreads her thighs apart. I prowl onto the bed, hungry for my girl. She moans when I lick at her slit. Now that we’ve been together so long, I have Mia’s body memorized. I know exactly what to do to make her toes curl. All it takes is a few teasing nips and ravishing her clit with my tongue before she’s crying out my name.
“Naughty,” Ashton says from behind me. “Started without us.” He smacks my ass. “Get on your hands and knees, hockey boy.”
At first, taking it up the ass kind of fucking hurt. But Ashton and Drew both taught me to enjoy it. The thought of having Ashton inside me has my dick leaking with precum.
“MiMi,” Ashton instructs as he strips down to nothing. “Your drunk ass is gonna suck some dick.”
“Yummy,” she says, sitting up on her knees.
He laughs. “Drunk ass.”
“Lube,” Drew says, tossing a bottle on the bed. He sheds his clothes in record speed.
I climb on all fours like Ashton instructed, waiting for him to prep my ass. His touch is reverent as he caresses my ass. Ashton likes calling the shots in bed, and we often fall into the role of letting him. He’s always trying new positions and swapping shit up. It only gets weird when Mia’s been looking at porn. Then, we end up in some strange predicaments that usually have us laughing by the end.
“Come here,” Ashton tells Mia as his slick finger penetrates my asshole. “Crawl under Brayden so you can suck his dick.”
She squirms her way beneath me, so that we’re in a sixty-nine position. I playfully smack at her pussy that’s within reach.
“Drew, prop MiMi up with some pillows so she can reach his dick,” Ashton instructs.
Once Mia has been lifted up, she starts teasing my dick with her tongue. I groan when Ashton pushes a second finger inside me.
“Let Brayden suck on your dick to get it nice and wet so you can fuck our girl,” Ashton tells Drew. “Do your parts so I can focus on tearing up this tight ass.”
I groan when he pulls his fingers out and then kneels behind me. Drew stands on the bed, his feet on either side of Mia, offering me his dick like a snack. My mouth parts, watering for a taste.
Mia takes my dick deep in her mouth as Ashton pushes the head of his cock inside of me. I groan, overcome with pleasure. Drew chooses that moment to roughly shove his dick past my lips. I’m overwhelmed by sensations. They’re everywhere all at once.
Mine.
They’re all mine.
I start to gag, as does Mia, when Drew pulls away. Ashton slides partway out of my ass before driving into me hard. Drew and Ashton seem to be taking turns slamming into me, each of them owning different holes. Mia sucks dick like it’s her goddamn job.
I love these people.
Drew pulls out, smacking my mouth with his dick. I know from experience, he’s close to coming. I should suck on him to tease him some more, but I know our girl needs to be stuffed by his big cock. Ashton knows too.
“I can smell MiMi’s arousal from here,” Ashton says. “She’s craving dick, Drew.”
Drew kneels down between her legs, easily lifting her ass with his hands, and then slides into her slick entrance. She moans around my dick, making me see stars.
The harder Drew slams into her, the harder Ashton slams into me. Mia comes first, and the way she gags on my dick when she does has me spurting out my release with no warning. Drew makes a groaning sound and then his hips are flexing slower, with purpose, as he comes. Ashton is last, and I know the second he’s losing control, because he digs his fingers painfully into my hips, as a small groan escapes him.
We finally detangle ourselves from one another and Drew cleans everyone up.
“Thanks, Daddy,” Ashton teases.
Drew curls himself around Ashton, pinching his pierced nipple. “I hate that shit.”
“Nah, you like it,” Ashton argues.
Mia is content pressed between Ashton and me. I kiss her mouth and then Ashton’s. Then, I lean across him to grab Drew’s mouth too.
I love these people so fucking much.
“Good night, Daddy Drew,” Mia sings.
“Night, Mia.”
And then to me she says, “Good night, boyfriend Bray.”
“Night, baby.”
“Good night, Ashy C.”
“Night, MiMi.”
And we fall asleep like we do every night—bound together by friendship, fierce loyalty, and unimaginable love.
Always together.
Never apart.
Five Years Later
“Congratulations, Dr. Carter,” Dr. Anderson says, smiling with pride. “I knew you could do it.”
This. Fucking. Guy.
As my doctoral advisor, he spent more time trying to talk me out of going after my PhD than actually advising me. In hindsight, that asshole probably threw out some reverse psychology on me. Instead of walking away, I worked harder, pissed that this guy didn’t think I was smart enough.
Now he’s looking at me with a knowing expression that has me rethinking everything.
“Thank you, Dr. Anderson,” I state back, shaking his hand.
I leave the stage, my chin held high. Years ago, this felt like a pipe dream. Something I wanted to do, but wasn’t sure I was capable of. Now, it’s mine.
Dr. Ashton Nathaniel Carter.
Surprisingly, school became much more enjoyable when I didn’t have Dad dictating my every move. Also, once it was in my specialized field of study, I liked it a helluva lot more. And, when you have the sexiest little tutor in the whole world, it’s a breeze.
I scan the auditorium, looking for my family, but there are too many people. I make my way to sit beside my buddy Reese. He and I are the only two graduates with a PhD in psychology this semester. The rest are in different fields of study. Reese is a total fucking nerd who sucks ass at video games, but he’s cool as hell and Peyton loves him.
“Anderson act like he’s now your number one fan or am I just trippin’?” he asks, his black brow arched high.
“Dude, he was seconds from sucking my dick he was so proud.” I shake my head. “He was a total douchebag before I went in to defend my dissertation, telling me it wasn’t too late to quit. Fucking asshole.”
He shakes his head. “Someone gave him a degree that allowed him to fuck with heads, and he sure as hell fucked with ours.”
“Not anymore,” I say, grinning.
We bump fists.
After this, we’re on to bigger and better things. This move to Chicago—because of Brayden’s trade to be with the Chicago Freezes a few years ago—was the best one yet. Drew took a position at the University of Chicago, coaching their hockey team. He’s a hot commodity wherever we go, but at least this city has been really good to us. Even Mia has had better opportunities regarding her scripts. Just last month, she sold her first screenplay to an indie production studio based here in Chicago. Our girl will have her first movie one day in the near future.
As for me, I already have a job lined up at Chicago Mental Health Hospital in the LGBTQ division. Reese will also join me there, but he’s going to be dealing with substance abuse patients. My patients will all be ones I not only can relate to, but ones I’m confident I can help.
Before long, the ceremony is over and I’m hugging Reese before heading off to find my family. I find Dre
w first in the crowd. He shoulders his big ass through the swarm of people, nearly knocking me off my feet with a bear hug.
“So fucking proud of you.” He pulls away to plant a kiss on my lips. “And you look hot, Doc.”
My dick twitches. “We can play doctor later. These people don’t want to watch me give you a rectal exam.”
“Poppa!”
I see Peyton over everyone’s head as she sits on her dadda’s shoulders. Her blue eyes twinkle and her grin is just like her mother’s. As soon as Brayden is close enough, she launches herself at me. I catch our little girl, snuggling her to me. Drew takes my diploma from me so I can take our kid.
“Hey, squirt. Miss me?” I ask, tickling her.
“Ganny and Peepaw said we can get ice cream!” she shrieks. “Let’s go!”
My dad shrugs as he walks up, a guilty look on his face. “How was I supposed to say no?”
“He didn’t even try,” Mom tattles.
They’re both wearing matching grins, proud of this day and me. It’s amazing how far we’ve come as a family. There was a time I thought they hated me and I was pretty sure I hated them. But with Drew’s, Mia’s, and Brayden’s guidance, I worked on my relationship with my parents. Mom’s been sober for a few years now and it’s amazing what a difference it’s made in my parents’ marriage.
“Congrats, babe,” Brayden says, leaning in for a kiss.
“That’s Dr. Hottie to you,” I tell him, smirking.
He laughs. Peyton pets my face. She’s a super affectionate kid like that.
“Where’s Momma?” I ask her.
“Mom and Dad went with her and Harold outside for some fresh air,” Brayden says.
Worry niggles at me. “She okay?”
“Nine months pregnant and wearing heels?” Drew asks. “What do you think?”
“We better bail,” I say. “Where are we going for dinner?”
“Your mother had reservations at La Bastille on the river, but…” Dad trails off. “They don’t have ice cream.”
Weak.
That motherfucker is so weak for his grandkid.
“Looks like we’re headed to Holiday Pizza. They have self-serve ice cream and skee-ball machines,” I say with a triumphant grin, holding my fist up for Peyton.
She giggles, bumping it, and then squeezes my neck. We all make our way through the crowd. I smile seeing Brayden and Drew holding hands. Because of Brayden’s popularity with the NHL, our relationship—that people tried exploiting early on in his career—is no longer a surprise to most people. In fact, we have quite a bit of support. Brayden’s been a huge supporter for the LGBTQ community, encouraging his teams to put focus on those non-profit organizations that sometimes get overlooked. Turns out, we’re also not the only polyamorous relationship out there, either. We’ve made friends, here in Chicago, who are like us.
I find Mia sitting on a bench between Harold and Molly. Tim paces, a worried expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, passing Peyton to Drew so I can squat down in front of my woman. “Go to Daddy, angel.” At least now I can get away with calling him Daddy.
“Look at my ankles,” Mia whines, kicking off her heel.
I take her foot in my hand and massage the swollen flesh. “Cutest foot I’ve ever seen.”
“Suck-up,” she teases, rubbing her large belly that’s about to burst with our son. “You did it, Dr. Carter. Seeing you up on that stage was worth putting heels on for.”
I pluck her other shoe off, tossing them both in the grass behind her. “I prefer you barefoot and pregnant. Come on. Fried mushrooms are calling your name, Momma. I’ll carry you to the car.”
“My hero,” she croons, her brown eyes twinkling.
I scoop her up and carry her along the sidewalk toward the parking lot. She buries her face against my neck, sighing happily.
“Did you ever think, when I forced you to be my pretend boyfriend at that party and rescued you from that boy you were going to go home with, that we’d get here?”
“You being carted off by a hot doctor?” I ask, laughing.
“No,” she groans. “That you’d have two husbands and a wife.”
Not legally of course, but we still did the ceremony and in our hearts, we’re one.
“I tried to snag us a couple more husbands,” I tease. “Eric and Byron said no, though. Dream killers.”
We didn’t really invite them into our relationship, but we still like to joke about it. Every now and again, the Millers come to Chicago to spend a weekend catching up with us. They’ve been good friends to us.
“Ha. Ha,” she deadpans. “Hey, Ashy C?”
“Yeah, MiMi?”
“I’m glad I kissed you that night on the couch. When you only liked boys and I hoped like hell you’d like me too.”
I squeeze her, pressing a kiss to her head. “Me too, beautiful, me too.” I set her to her feet beside Brayden’s Denali. “Even though girls have cooties, I made an exception for you.”
“I don’t have cooties,” she sasses.
“How do you explain this?” I ask, poking at her giant stomach.
“Super sperm.”
With Peyton, we were trying. Maxton, though, was an oops baby. Mia was on birth control and we still knocked her ass up.
“Whose sperm is the super-est?” I waggle my brows at her.
“And to think they gave this guy his PhD,” Drew grumbles, pinching my ass as he passes.
Drew buckles Peyton into her seat. I wink at Mia and help her into the vehicle to sit beside Peyton. Drew sits beside her, his hand settling on her belly. Fucking adorable. I climb up front with Brayden. Once the car starts, he reaches across the console, his fingers threading with mine.
As we sit in traffic, all of our parents trailing in cars behind us, I can’t help but pause to enjoy the moment.
My family.
Mine.
Turns out, if you can dream it, you can have it.
And my dreams have always been big.
What can I say?
I’m spoiled. I get what I want.
Now I have everything.
The End
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