Page 125 of Diary from an Inked Throne

“You got somewhere else you want me to start it?”

Dax swore under his breath, but there was a smile to it as well. He walked backward into the bathroom across the hallway.

The moment I stepped in behind him, closing the door softly, we were on each other. A clash of mouths and tongues and hands. The plain black T-shirt I slept in hit the tiled floor, cold beneath my bare feet.

And then my knees did.

His dick was already mostly hard, and I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him while I fit my mouth over the head of him.

He groaned, leaning on the wall behind me and thrusting into my mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

I liked the way he felt too. Dax and I were a complicated feeling, one that had begun wrapped in trauma and had healed into something that felt like love. Not the sort of love I felt for Lynx or for Nyah. Something about Dax and I always felt a little like some weird magnetic pull I couldn’t quite escape, nor wanted to. It was based in friendship, in a brotherhood, but better since I sure as fuck wouldn’t be sucking the dick of someone I was actually related to.

And fuck, I liked sucking his cock. Liked the way he always seemed a tiny bit surprised by how much he liked it. Liked the way his quiet, “Fuck, Luc,” sounded on his tongue when he was getting close and trying not to come.

I would never let anyone else in this world call me Luc, and yet for some reason, I didn’t mind when he did.

A soft knock came from the bathroom door.

I couldn’t answer. I was busy.

But Dax let out a groan. “Yeah. Come in.”

It was only going to be one of two people. And both of them were welcome in this space.

Nyah slipped in, took one look at the two of us, and the sleepy fog in her expression lifted. Her sleep shirt hit the floor a moment later. “Is it any wonder I got pregnant again when this is the show I get when I’m just trying to brush my teeth?”

38

NYAH

Dear Diary,

I didn’t survive all of this just to exist. I survived to live like this.

Luca down on his knees on the bathroom floor, giving Dax a blow job, was nothing I hadn’t seen before.

But it didn’t matter how many times I watched Luca stroke his own cock while he pumped Lynx or Dax at the same time, I never got sick of it. I’d discussed things with Violet and Bliss and Rebel and Kara and I knew there was always someone in a group that liked to watch more than the others.

In their relationships, it was a man.

In mine, I was pretty sure it was me.

I couldn’t help it. They were all so damn beautiful, with strong arms and thick thighs and perfect cocks. Watching them mess around with each other got me so turned on I was sometimes sure that if it had been anatomically possible, I could have taken all three of them in my pussy.

But even two required a level of arousal that didn’t just come out of nowhere.

Watching Dax’s cock disappearing in and out of Luca’s mouth definitely got me at least halfway there.

I turned on the shower and slipped off my panties. They both watched me, twisting slightly so they could see. I stepped into the spray, grateful we didn’t have a curtain and it was just crystal-clear glass that separated us.

I dunked my hair beneath the water, letting the hot stream flow over my body. My tits ached, full of milk and ready to feed James when he woke for the morning. I squeezed my nipples, letting just a little bit of milk out to take the edge off the full feeling.

It had the double bonus of feeling really fucking good when I was watching two men I loved enjoy each other.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured to them, loving the way they watched me play with myself. I slid one hand down, over the newest baby bump I’d been growing, and between my legs.

They groaned.