“Not until all of you come,” I groaned, sucking on the sensitive spot below her ear.
I thrust into her again, grinding deep as I bottomed out. Carina cried out, and Jacques groaned, “Fuck, I can feel your cock slide along every inch.”
Travis matched my thrusts, and Jacques reached for Carina’s nipples, tugging and pinching them gently. Her core tightened, and I thrust harder, grinding against Jacques’s cock.
He cried out and throbbed against my cock. Carina moaned, and she trembled in my arms, her hips rocking as she neared the edge. Travis snapped his hips forward, and Jacques shouted out, his own hips dancing back and forth as he fucked himself on both of them.
Carina’s breath caught, and she choked out a cry as her body flushed and her ass strangled my cock.
“Fuck,” Jacques rasped. “Still coming. God, don’t stop.”
I fucked in deeper, extending Carina and Jacques’s ecstasy until Travis moaned and his grip tightened on Jacques’s hip. His knuckles turned white. He shouted out, and his rhythm stuttered. Jacques moaned, and his dick bucked. He could feel every one of Travis’s pulses in his ass, and through Carina, so could I.
The tingle at the base of my spine started, and this time, I didn’t hold back, chasing my orgasm to succumb like the others had. When it hit me, I gasped in a breath and rode the wave, this time happy to go over the edge in that barrel. Fireworks lit up behind my closed eyelids, and pulse after pulse of cum shot through my dick.
I slumped forward, leaning my forehead on Carina’s shoulder as I came back to earth. The world slowly stopped spinning, and my softening cock slipped from Carina. She moaned, and I ran my hand over her hip and down her leg.
“That was—” Carina started, then sighed happily. “I want to do that again.”
“Me too,” Jacques responded.
I watched with a smile as he kissed her, then rose onto my hands and kissed Travis, our tongues tangling.
I loved every minute of our time together, but we were going to have to cut it short. Jacques needed to pack. He was leaving in a few hours and hadn’t even taken out his duffel bag.
Hockey season was officially upon us.
***
Travis had run Jacques into town to the Seals’ training stadium and was doing the grocery shopping while he was out. He’d taken Carina with him so she could have coffee with Cara and go through her manuscript. She’d napped for an hour after I’d cleaned her up, then I brought her breakfast in bed while she finished what Cara had written. After that, she was all action, insisting that she get together with Cara to go through it. I didn’t think Cara had written the ending yet—Carina didn’t seem to mind. She was champing at the bit to talk about it. But she took her oath of secrecy to Cara seriously. She wouldn’t breathe a word about the book to us.
I was playing around in the shed, my ideas from this morning circling in my head once more. Carina had mentioned shopping for furniture for the nursery, and I’d been unimpressed with the crib options she’d shown me. I wanted something special, but I didn’t know what yet. I’d kept the lengths of oak for something special, never knowing what that would be. I now had my answer. They were perfect.
I dialed Travis, and he picked up on the first ring, “Hey, babe. What’s happening?”
I chuckled, heat crawling across my cheeks. I shook my head, laughing at myself and answered, “I’m sitting here, thinking about designing furniture.”
“New line for the business?”
“No. A crib and diaper changing table.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice rising in excitement. “That’s perfect.”
I told him about my loose plans for the pieces, and he loved my ideas. I wanted to decorate the room and surprise Carina with it. But it had to be perfect. It had to be exactly what she would want.
“We need to keep the colors neutral,” Travis said, voicing my exact thoughts.
Carina wanted the sex of the baby to be a surprise, and we’d all agreed that we weren’t going to push gender norms onto Peanut, so pink and blue were absolutely out of the question.
“Light furniture,” I mused. “But I have no idea what color to do the walls.”
“Let’s see if Jacques has any ideas,” Travis suggested.
I messaged Jacques and his response was quick—they were already travelling.
What about purple? Carina loved the big jacaranda they had in their front yard. We could get paint that color.
I read the message to Travis, and he was on board. “I’ll stop by the plant nursery on my way home,” he mused out loud. “The drive could do with more shade.”
