“Angel, it’s more than okay. It’s perfect.” Chris could have illuminated the room with his megawatt grin.
“I agree. It’s wonderful.” Kate’s mouth suddenly seemed too dry. Did this change what she and Chris had discussed? Would she be part of this? She managed to swallow.A baby!
“Kate?” Chris squeezed her hand.
“I’m unsure what this means for me,” she confessed. “Don’t get me wrong. I love babies. When I was younger, I wanted to be a mother but could never find the right man to be the father.” She made eye contact with Yvonne. “If you’ll let me, I’ll get a chance to be with you both, while you do the honors. That is, if you both want me?”
“How can you even ask such a question? Of course, you are also mother to this child. I wouldn’t dream of excluding you.” Yvonne reached for Kate’s hand again and turned to Chris. “You agree, don’t you?”
“Of course, angel. Kate, we’re a threesome. This baby is lucky. He or she gets two mothers, and you’re both going to be awesome at it. I only hope I can be half as good a father.”
“Why would you say that?” Yvonne’s expressionreflected Kate’s feeling.
She grabbed Chris by his ears and pulled his face close to hers. “The next time you put yourself down like that, I’ll take a strap to your ass.”
Chris looked startled before he relaxed into her grip. Kate didn’t know how it happened, but in the next moment they shared a group hug and began tearing at each other’s clothes.
CHAPTER THIRTY
“I thought I’d come see you next week for Thanksgiving instead of Christmas, this year. Are you going to be home?” Chris asked his mother.
“Of course, dear. You know we always love to see you.” The sunlines beside her eyes deepened.
“Is it all right if I bring guests?”
Kate and Yvonne had been shopping together and were putting away their finds, and he’d taken the opportunity to video call his parents. He hadn’t introduced them to a woman since they moved to Arizona and he usually only visited at Christmas. Now, he was impatient to introduce Kate and Yvonne to them.
“A lady friend?” his mother asked, her hopefulness obvious.
“Lady friends,” he answered with emphasis on the ‘s.’
“Someone special?”
“Yes, Mom, they’re very special to me.” He grinned as he leaned away from his tablet. Damn, her squeal could rival that of a whipped submissive. Chris could hear his father in the background and the clattering of dishes.
His mother said something to his dad he couldn’t catch, before she returned. “I’m sorry, honey, but your father is making a mess of dinner. Looking forward to seeing y’all when you get here,” his mother rushed before she ended the call.
Before he had the chance to shoot his mom a clarifying text, Kate and Yvonne strutted into the room wearing only lingerie. Kate had on an emerald-green teddy that accentuated her eyes, while Yvonne wore a pink bra-and-panty set that matched her personality and the blush on her cheeks. Kate took the phone from his limp fingers before he dropped it and placed it on a side table before standing behind him. Chris looked at his leather-clad legs and nearly lost it. Kate’s long slender fingers with raspberry red fingernails curved around his hips. Between his opened legs, Yvonne was kneeling, her hands on his thighs.
He groaned, and Kate chuckled next to his ear. “Relax, big guy. You’re going to make a lot more noise before we finish with you.” She nipped his earlobe, and he had to grip the chair’s arms to stay seated. By submitting to Kate, he was learning about the benefits of delayed gratification. She would tease him to the brink of orgasm repeatedly and make him wait for hours. Chris suspected she might make it days in the future. Somehow, the thought appealed to him. He liked Kate in charge of his orgasms.
“Tell Yvonne what you want,” Kate ordered.
Chris looked the younger woman in her bright blue-grey eyes.
“Open my pants, angel.”
She moved her small hands upwards and unbuttoned the top. Kate gripped his hips tightly. “Take it slow, dear. Let’s build the anticipation.”
Chris couldn’t see Kate’s face, but he was sure her eyesgleamed possessively. Kate loved being in control of them both.
Kate watched as Yvonne unbuttoned Chris’s leathers. In her mind it was a benefit of Chris coming over on his bike instead of with his truck. The man looked sinfully good in leather. His cock sprang free, and Yvonne gasped in surprise. The sneaky imp had gone commando.
As Yvonne stroked his length, Chris’s head rolled back, and Kate used the opportunity to suck on the side of his neck. He brought his big hand to the back of her head to hold her in place, and she bit his earlobe and tugged until he let go of her.
“Good boy, hands on the armrests.”
His muscles tensed, and Kate waited for him to comply. She watched him struggle with his need to dominate and his wish to submit and let out the breath when he obeyed her.
