Page 274 of Better When Shared
“She won’t,” Ryker assured me, his hand sliding from my shoulder to the nape of my neck, thumb circling the spot where my collar would rest when Skylar was feeling dominant. “She loved it when we toured it. And she knows you. Knows your heart.”
“I still don’t understand it. I look at other men and feel nothing. Zero attraction. But with you...” I trailed off, gesturing helplessly.
His smile was gentle, understanding. “We love each other. That’s all you need to know. Maybe you’re only attracted to men you feel deeply connected to. Or maybe you’re only ever going to want my cock, no other.” He tilted his head. “You know what, I’m voting for that one.”
Then his hand was sliding down my back, under the waistband of my jeans, fingers seeking and finding the plug I’d been wearing all day to help ease the constant need to be filled by him. I gasped as he gripped it, twisting it gently, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
“You need desperately to be filled up, don’t you, Kitten,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
“Fuck,” I hissed, pressing back against his hand. “Yes.”
In one smooth motion, he pulled the plug free, setting it aside on a tissue he’d tugged from a box on the end table. Then his fingers were back, circling my already slick entrance, teasing.
“You’re so ready.” He pressed two thick fingers inside me without resistance. “So open for me. For us.”
I groaned, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him, still sitting side by side on the couch. He knew how safe I felt with his fingers buried inside me, stretching me, preparing me for what might come later.
“She’s going to love what we did to the house,” he promised, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “She’s going to love that we did this for her. That we’re building a home for our little family. All of us, together.”
I nodded, unable to form words as he continued to work his fingers inside me, turning anxiety into arousal with practiced ease.
“I just want her to be happy,” I managed, gasping as he added a third finger, the stretch exquisite.
“She will be,” he assured me, his free hand coming up to turn my face toward his for a gentle kiss. “We all will be. And I don’t forget. She started birth control, so maybe tonight she’ll finally let us fuck her raw. Breed her. Fill her the way she needs.”
A tentative knock at the door sent my heart into overdrive. Ryker squeezed my shoulder, slipped his fingers out of me, and wiped them clean on a wet wipe from a box on the counter. We’d been with Skylar this morning in her tiny home, but she hadn’t seen us since.
The moment of truth had arrived, and I couldn’t remember how to breathe. Ryker moved toward the door, his calm presence the only thing keeping me from spiraling into full panic mode.
“Coming!” he called, shooting me a reassuring look before turning the knob.
Skylar stood on the porch, wearing leggings and one of Ryker’s old fire department t-shirts she’d claimed during his last visit. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun, glasses slightly askew. Her eyes widened as she took in Ryker, then peered past him to see me standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room.
“What’s going on?” she asked, stepping inside. “I thought we still had months before we could move in.”
“We may have stretched the truth on the real estate hassle,” I said. “While Ryker worked on some projects. He had a real vision for the bookshelves.”
Skylar laughed, the sound bright and perfect in the new space. She turned as she laughed, her eyes landing on the photographs of the three of us already hanging on the walls. Her mouth dropped open. “How long have you been planning this?”
Ryker moved to the kitchen sink, washing his hands thoroughly. “About a month,” he admitted. “We wanted to surprise you with a move-in ready house. The place was in pretty bad shape and needed some work.”
“Oh, I remember,” she said, laughing.
“I could have helped, though?”
Ryker shrugged. “The summer is your busy season. You and Makai have had clients, and you’ve been so tired. We just wanted everything to be smooth and easy for you.”
Skylar’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You did all this for me?”
“For us,” I corrected, finding my voice. “All three of us. And for our future family. Our children.”
“Fuck, why does that make me so wet?” she asked, laughing as she stared at us.
“You can change anything you don’t like. Like the washer, or the dryer.” I said, ignoring Ryker’s snorted laugh. “We just love you so much, and we wanted to build a home with you.”
“We want to build a life with you,” Ryker added. “Starting here.”
She crossed the room in quick strides, wrapping her arms around both of us, her slight frame somehow encompassing us both. “Show me everything,” she demanded, pulling back with excitement dancing in her eyes.
