Chapter 17

Kipp

“ Go slower, you filthy little brat ,” Nolan unexpectedly commands from where he’s just closed the apartment door behind him. “ I wanna see that shit in her fucking throat. ”

Bunny instantly moans in response, and the added vibrations cause my head to slightly loll backwards.

Hips to rock forward.

Dick to dive itself deeper down the soaking wet confines it unsuspectingly got trapped in.

No bullshit.

One minute I’m washing the new cookware I bought at the grocery store during lunch, telling her how Suzie forwarded me an article about pregnant women needing to eat more quinoa – so I got some for dinner – and the next she’s on her knees swallowing my cock.

We’re talking Gone in Sixty Seconds fast.

I don’t know if it was the hormones – those apparently flex during this whole process – or watching me do dishes – I honestly do them the most out of the group – or hearing me ramble about the weird rice I’mma make for dinner that got her wound up.

I just know that it did.

And that I’m fucking grateful for it.

And that I need to know after the fact so I can do whatever it is again.

And again.

And then once more for good measure.

“ That’s it, ” our boyfriend gruffly grunts during his amble closer. “ Feed her that shit inch by fucking inch. ”

Bending my arms to grip the counter space behind me barely precedes the execution of his instructions.

Slowly letting my dick slip lower and lower not only allows us both to watch the ball swelling sight of her quivering throat gradually expanding, but to also enjoy a symphony of wet gasps and gags that’s tools down the most beautiful shit to hear at any time of the day.

“ You’re such a pretty little whore, ” Nolan compliments upon his arrival, keys carelessly tossed onto the nearby surface. “ You love bein’ on your fuckin’ knees for us, don’t you? ” Through hooded eyes, I watch her glossy gaze glide over to him. “ Chokin’ on cock. ”

Her whimpers yet again add cum summoning sensations that have me struggling to catch a fucking breath. “ Fuckbaby. ”

“ Keep lookin’ this way, you hungry little slut, ” he demands at the same time he positions himself directly beside me. “ Watch me jerk it while he face fucks you. ”

More moans are accompanied by another round of constrictions that call me to bury one set of fingertips in her bun.

Clutch on hard enough to knock her favorite pen to the ground.

Yank her to the point that her swollen lips brush the very base of my cock.

“ You’re such a good girl, baby ,” leaves me after an airy hiss. “ Look at how well you fuckin’ listen. ”

Despite my dick in her throat, she does her best to express her gratitude of being praised.

And her attempt has me tightening my grasp.

And thrusting a little rougher.

And then a lot rougher.

And then desperately chasing the delicious sounds that occur every time she tries to breathe.

“ Fuckkkkk, ” Sir growls through gritted teeth, grabbing my attention once more. “ Faster. ” His tongue steals a small swipe of his lips prior to him stroking the length of his shaft. “ Fuck our dirty little whore faster. ”

Like my lower half is incapable of disregarding a command, it accelerates.

Gradually.

“ And harder. ”

Less steady.

Sloppier.

“ I wanna see her pretty little fucking tears. ”

My cock twitches against her sopping wet muscles.

Swells to the point she can’t even wheeze around its kicking motions.

“ You want more? ” Sir presses the head of his dick near the corner of her mouth and smears the leaked spit around. “ You still fucking hungry? ” He nudges his tip against the side of my cock. “ You still need more to make you fucking cry? ”

There isn’t time to object or argue.

Not even a blink to prepare for the extra intrusion.

Sir simply shoves his shaft inside.

Forces her mouth to spread as wide as it can possibly go.

Leaves us both with no choice but to withstand the new constraint that has us both fighting for air.

Space.

“ Sofuckinggood ,” Sir gravely growls on a harder heave forward. “ Choke and swallow, you dirty fucking slut. ” His next buck actually bucks me too. “ Be our favorite little cum dumpster. ”

Whimpers from Bunny aren’t heard but felt .

And feeling them pushes Sir to bury his hand in her hair next to mine.

And mine to flee the scene to grab his throat.

Squeeze.

Squeeze again.

Latch on for leverage before feeding him my pants and groans and tumultuous tongue in repeated succession.

His initial wild lashes swiftly become unbearably untamed, weakening my grip and my knees.

They allow him to knock my hand away.

Use his other to clamp down on my neck.

Fuck me with his tongue while he ferociously fucks my dick deeper into our girl causing her to gag and drool.

Drool and cry.

Shudder.

Reach out to tap our respective hips for mercy.

Sir abruptly pulls back but doesn’t allow me to breathe any more than I let our girl. “ Be a good boy and give her your fuckin’ cum. ”

Between the heat of his words searing my lips and the pressure of his cock grinding against mine, stroking it inside her mouth, having it savagely scrape against the little metal ball so close to my base, so fucking close to my balls, I can’t resist the urge to blow my load even if I wanted to.

Good thing I really fucking want to.

Words of warning attempt to leave me but fail.

Miserably.

Scorching spurts suddenly shoot down our girl’s throat causing it to contract further, an action that only leads to me ferociously pumping harder.

She gulps and gags and struggles to swallow creating a fucked up delectable cycle that gets my balls practically clapping in approval.

“ Fuckkkkkkk ,” our boyfriend grumbles at the same time he forces my face to observe hers. “ Be a good little brat for Sir and watch our pretty fucking whore cry while she swallows us. ”

Hot blasts suddenly begin splashing around my dick, rushing to the mix with the ones I’ve already let free. Bunny’s spread and swollen lips tremble around our jerking cocks as her throat ceaselessly works to choke down every single drop from us both.

Black streak after streak runs down her cheeks, painting proof of the pitiless position she’s in.

That she loves to be in.

That she’s only willing to be in for us.

The instant we withdraw our softening shafts, Bunny lifelessly collapses against my leg, a sight that immediately lowers Nolan to a squat.

Has him cupping her face and wiping her cheek with his thumb while whispering, “ We’re so lucky you’re ours, Rabbit. ”

Reluctance to gently rub the back of her head is non-existent. “ So lucky, baby. ”

Happy hums precede our partner gingerly swooping her up, stealing a chaste kiss from her lips, and planting her on the counter’s edge near his keys. At that point, he lovingly locks their mouths again, which prompts me to stuff my dick back into my work pants. Two soft spins easily become three, yet ending without a fourth is evidently difficult given the rumble of unhappiness that seeps out of Sir.

He relinquishes his hold to fix his lower half, and I take over the responsibility of properly claiming the mother of our child in the less aggressive nature she deserves.

Appreciates , especially after being skull fucked.

Our tongues lightly touch and tap and exchange “I love yous” until the other portion of our soul slips into the situation.

Demands to know the same.

Feel the same.

Tell us both the same.

We eventually part mouths, however not frames.

Nolan and I each keep a hand planted on Bunny’s hip, a wordless, possessive declaration, she never seems to put up a redlight about.

“Now that you’ve had dinner,” Nolan cheekily smirks, “what are me and The Kid having?”

“ Me ,” she sassily insists on a widening of her legs. “What else?” Wolfish groans leave me and my best friend in tandem yet rather than letting us act on our starvation, she places a firm hand on each of our chests. “ After actual dinner.”

Pumping the breaks has me along with the man beside me displaying matching pouts.

“ Cock tease ,” he mirthfully grouses, smirk returning.

“ Your cock was pleased… ” Bunny leans in seductively closer. “ Sir. ”

New, needier grumbles not only get me chuckling but executing a small ass grab on him. “I’ll cook super-fast.” His gaze cuts over to me. “Like Speed Racer is gonna be fucking jealous fast.”

“Whatcha makin’?”

“Greek chicken quinoa bowls.”

“ Why ?”

I don’t bother hiding my chuckle. “’Cause it’s healthy.”

“I had a banana for breakfast.”

“Cock doesn’t count, Mutt,” our girl effortlessly interjects. “I checked.”

After flashing her a crooked grin, I inform, “Lean chicken is a great protein-”

“So’s dick,” Nolan playfully huffs.

“Quinoa is better than rice-”

“That’s just what big quinoa wants you to think,” Bunny teases.

“And all the veggies are great for folic acid – something that’s like alternator important when you’re preggers.”

This time the mother of our child offers me a sweet kiss of gratitude versus snark, yet our boyfriend inquires, “And the feta cheese you had me stop to grab?”

Guilt rapidly grows on my face during my innocent shrug. “Babies probably like cheese?”

Laughter leaves us all, and I can’t be more thankful about it.

Last week was back of the junk yard rough.

Turns out being peppered sprayed and getting a minor concussion isn’t the type of three-way a person should ever be a part of.

Bunny spent seven straight days monitoring my vitals and Googling every little possible eye problem I could be experiencing.

Interestingly enough, irritation caused by hovering girlfriend wasn’t anywhere on the list.

And I was.

I tried not to be.

But fuck , I couldn’t take a shit without a knock on the door checking in to see if I strained an eye muscle while pushing.

Honestly?

I get her needing a little more independence post a week of that shit.

And Nolan?

Nolan had to run the shop alone for a week, which I also fucking hated. All I wanted to do was get back under the hood of something , fuck, anything to distract me from the fact that I can’t pick up extra gigs until this McAdams bullshit is handled.

His capability to indirectly get to us through a seemingly innocent third party – Butler was thoroughly investigated by the town cops and Garcia’s team – has resulted in me taking on minimal amounts of new customers, with those that I do literally brought to me by Nolan who then sticks around to guarantee there’s not some fucked up ulterior motive to the shit.

It’s our inability to predict the danger that’s led me to keeping a gun in my favorite toolbox.

And why the sheriff hosted a town meeting about the threat McAdams poses prior to assigning a plain clothes officer to scan the garage every day, unannounced; although that measure, I could do without.

I miss banging Bunny over the hood of cars that weren’t ours.

I’m trying not to worry that it may never happen again.

I mean we haven’t experienced even a warning light’s worth of danger since she made that phone call, but I doubt we have much longer before he makes his next move.

He’s unfortunately like my favorite franchise in that aspect.

No matter what he says, there’s definitely going to be another sequel to the shit.

“Where is the cheese?” I curiously investigate, noticing that there isn’t anything on the counter but his keys.

“Downstairs.” An almost boyish beam pops onto his face. “ With your Christmas gift. ”

Paganihavefuckingmercy.

Can’t believe we’re already getting close to Christmas.

I swear Bunny was just stubbornly sleeping in the backseat of her busted car two weeks ago.

I love that she let us sell that shit when she decided to permanently park herself with us.

We had her put the money away for when she’s ready for her next vehicle, which we will accompany her in buying to avoid that fuck her over ‘cause she’s a pretty face shit.

Lifting my eyebrows in question instantly occurs. “To have early?”

“Absolutely.” Seeing him push his shoulders back in pride undeniably revs my heart to faster speeds. “You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”

“ Likely. ” It’s my turn to bashfully blush. “No one knows me quite like you do, Sir. ”

“ Fuckme ,” Nolan gravelly grumbles on an adjustment of his cock. “Don’t you start cock teasing too.”

Additional laughter bounces around the kitchen as I help our girl down to her feet.

Shit.

What am I gonna get them ?!

Should I already have gotten them something?!

I’ve never had to get my girlfriend or boyfriend or both at the same time anything for Christmas.

Are there special rules?

Should I ask someone for advice?

Who would I ever ask?

Typically, it’d be Nolan, but given the circumstances I need an outside hand.

Do I just Google it?

“And since we’re talking about Christmas…” Nolan leads the conversation along with the stroll to the front door. “How would you two feel about having dinner at the Garcias that night?”

Against my own volition my body stops mid step yet – thankfully – my mouth remains sealed shut.

Is this a fucking joke?!

Do I wanna spend our first Christmas together as…a couple…thrupple…whatever…with the asshole I’m still struggling to accept knows the love of my life apparently better than I do?

No.

That doesn’t sound like a jolly St. Nick sort of time.

That sounds like a “Grandma Got Runover by An Eighteen-Wheeler She Mistook for a Pack of Reindeer” round of fucked up.

“His parents invited us over,” he swiftly explains, hand wrapped around the handle. “And with Rabbit and Val becoming friends, I thought it might be a good idea.” His shoulders nonchalantly bounce. “Plus, I uh…I kind of wanna introduce them to you both.” Nolan’s gaze oscillates between us. “Have them…get to…meet the most important people to me.” The nervous quiver in his tone is subtle. But there. “The…other…parents to their…honorary grandchild.”

To my surprise, our girl coos, “ Aw… our little gets to have grandparents?!”

“They do,” Nolan warmly concurs. “In fact, they’ve already started fucking shopping for it.”

It’s my turn to have adoration in my voice. “ Seriously? ”

“It and you .” Our eyes lock. “According to them you are due several gifts for me not bringing you by sooner.” The corner of his lip kicks upward. “Assuming I get to bring you by now.” Transitioning into impossible to say no territory immediately happens next. “And if not, they understand. And I uh…I understand. I just…” He clears his throat to buy himself a moment. “You wanna know that part of me that you don’t and um…I want you to too, Kid.”

Bunny’s fingertips flexing against mine in encouragement prompt me to affectionally nod. “Yeah.” I swallow the tiny bit of lingering resistance. “We can have Christmas dinner with them.”

Seeing his dark gaze brighten in excitement gets my system purring again. “I’ll let ‘em know.”

“And I’ll do the shopping!” Bunny enthusiastically exclaims. “You two can hardly be trusted to buy shit for me let alone other non-car people.”

“That’s why we have you ,” Nolan pokes upon opening the door.

“You have me because you needed money, and I needed a tow.”

“I didn’t need money, but you definitely needed a tow.”

“No, I could use a tow. You definitely needed the business.”

“Or,” good naturedly interrupting them is done between snickers, “we have you and you have us because Christmas simply came early this year…”

“Ugh,” Bunny girlishly groans and pulls me closer, “you sound like a Mariah Carey Christmas song that I didn’t know I needed.” Smugness starts to slide onto my face but is abruptly stopped by a firm finger point. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who Mariah Carey is.”

“Anyone who’s ever been in a fucking department store during the holidays knows who she is,” I chortle as we descend down the stairs.

“Yeah, how the fuck did she just conquer Christmas like that?” Nolan tosses us an amused expression. “Did she seduce Santa?” Our arrival in the garage is accompanied by more chuckles. “Is that what her ‘Oh, Santa’ song is really about?”

“The fact that you know that song actually turns me on a little bit,” our girl confesses with a wicked smirk.

“You two don’t have to play tag team cock tease,” he mirthfully grunts prior to gesturing his hand towards the driveway. “You can just put fucking coal in my stocking instead.”

Initially, we laugh together; however, mine is cut short by the surprising sight that’s behind his truck. “Is that a fuckin’ minivan?”

“Yup.”

In tandem, Bunny and I shoot him baffled expressions.

“We’re gonna need somethin’ to travel around in as a family-”

“ I’m not driving that, ” the mother of our child loudly proclaims.

“-and minivans are safer for families when compared to SUVs.”

“SUVs do have a high tendency to roll.” My arms fold across my chest. “But like we could just install a roll cage.”

“We’re not drivin’ our junior-”

“We’re damn sure not having a junior ,” Bunny instantaneously reminds.

“-around in a stunt car, Kid.”

“But you wanna drive him around in the soccer mom mobile?!”

“We don’t know it’s a him,” our pregnant partner pipes up once more.

“And we don’t know that he’ll play soccer,” Nolan casually argues prompting our girl to huff in frustration. “But I do know that with you workin’ on this thing, it’ll be the safest, fastest , best dad shit in the whole lot.”

“ Good point. ”

“Yet my point is being completely ignored,” murmurs Bunny.

“I figure you can work on this while I’m workin’ with the contractors from the De Luca Construction Company on the house.”

There’s no stopping a loving smile from sliding onto my face.

“What do you think, Kid?” He shoves his hands into his pockets and presents me with a loving grin. “You ready to build our first family vehicle?”