He didn’t have to wait long before her hand was wrapped around his length and her mouth worked his cock, her head bobbing up and down, taking him nice and deep, before lifting up and circling the tiny hole that leaked his pre-cum.
Dylan began to rock inside her mouth, but Max’s throat clearing made him aware he had to share.
Raine released his cock but didn’t let him go. She turned to Max, using her other hand to hold on to him, covering his length with her mouth and sucking him off. Just seeing her take a cock turned him on.
When it came to his best friend, he wasn’t jealous. They had shared women many times. Raine was different, though. She wasn’t just some woman they wanted to fuck. This was more than that. There was no one else he wanted to share his life with more than Max.
Max wrapped his fingers in Raine’s hair as she sucked his dick. He watched, feeling his own arousal spike as Max sank deep into Raine’s mouth, nearly making her gag on him. The moment she gagged, Max pulled back and groaned.
He let go of her hair, and she turned back to Dylan. Her lips covered his dick, and this time, he wrapped her long brown locks around his fist. As she took his cock, he got to the back of her throat.
“Look at me, beautiful,” he said. “You can take me. I know you can. Work that throat, open for me. Let me fuck your mouth.”
She groaned, and he sank a little deeper. The tears in her eyes leaked down her face, but she didn’t tell him to stop, nor did she make any move to stop him.
He felt her work her throat, and he eased back.
She swallowed down her saliva, and he couldn’t resist going deeper one more time, sinking into her throat.
This time, he eased back, working her head to a pace that had him so close.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
She didn’t stop, and he filled her mouth, feeling her take every single drop. One day soon, he was going to hold her throat and feel her work at swallowing all of his spunk.
Raine let him go and then turned to Max, taking his best friend’s cock this time. Dylan had no choice but to collapse onto the sofa because he couldn’t hold himself up.
He’d known Raine would be fucking everything, he just didn’t realize how much, and from the pleasure crossing Max’s face, neither did his friend.
Chapter Four
Lake had been so excited and hadn’t stopped talking his ear off since he picked her up from school. Max looked down at the picture she had drawn of their little family, and he smiled.
He, Dylan, Raine, and Lake stood in front of a very tiny house, all holding hands, and they were also all stick figures.
“Michael can draw better than me and he told me that I had a weird family.” She pouted.
“Don’t listen to this kid,” Max said. “You are talented.”
Lake smiled.
“In fact, I know exactly where this is going to go.” He got up from where they’d been sitting at the kitchen counter and went straight to the fridge. “There.” He put a magnet on top. “See, I love it. It’s going to make me happy seeing it every single morning.”
Lake got up and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Thank you, Uncle Max.”
He was taken by surprise by her hug. At first, he wasn’t sure what to do. She was so tiny. Aware of Raine watching him, he put his hand on Lake’s head and stroked down to her back.
“It’s okay.”
Max knew he wanted to be a father, but he hadn’t spent any time with kids. Even when he was a child, he hadn’t been the kind of guy to get along well with others. It was why his friendship with Dylan was so important and also so strange.
He’d never been the sharing kind of kid, but Dylan was his soulmate, the other half of him. Like a brother and best friend wrapped in one package. They were like chalk and cheese.
It worked for him.
“Do you want to go and get cleaned up?” Raine asked. “You’ve got ink all over your hands.” She lifted her hands and wriggled her fingers.
“I’ll take her,” Dylan said. “My pen leaked, and I’m not doing any better.”
Raine chuckled, and Max watched his friend take Lake by the hand, leading her out of the room.
“You’re so good with her,” Max said.
“Lake’s a good girl. She’s a special kid. Her art … she has good days and bad, but she’ll find what makes her tick.”
“Like you with a sewing machine?” he asked.
“Like me with a sewing machine.” She smiled.
Ever since their morning of orgasms, he’d noticed Raine had smiled a whole lot more, and he, for one, was more than happy to see it.