Two Men and a Baby - Isla Olsen Page 0,50

up my ass.”

He lets out a loud, strangled groan as his body tenses up and I feel hot cum spilling inside me. It’s not the rush I was expecting, more like a steady dribble that I think might have something to do with the piercing—although I’ve never had someone come directly in my ass before so I can’t be completely sure. It’s still the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and it sends me right over the edge, coming hard all over my stomach.

We stay there for a little while, me wrapped tight around Connor’s body and him still buried inside me as we gather our breath.

He presses a soft kiss to my lips before resting his forehead to mine. “Do you know the song “In My Life”?” he whispers.

I’m a little thrown because a) I wasn’t expecting a music quiz at the end of this epic fuck, and b) I’m still pretty out of it from the epic fuck. But as my brain starts to clear a little I realize I do know the answer to this one.

“Yeah. It’s a Beatles song, right?”

He nods. As if it would be anyone else. “It’s you. That song is you. For me.”

21

Connor

It’s late May by the time Laura, Chase and I move into our new apartment in Brooklyn, and of course Josh is there to help us with the move.

“Jeez, this room is huge,” he says as he joins me in Chase’s nursery where I’m attempting to assemble the crib. He scans his eyes about, taking in every corner of the room, which is at least twice the size of the nursery in my old apartment.

“I know, right? I’m thinking once he’s a little older we can set up a train set in that corner over there. And Laura wants to do some kind of teepee tent thing that’ll be his own little place. No parents allowed.”

“That sounds awesome,” Josh says with an affectionate smile.

Unable to resist, I get to my feet and stride over to him, wrapping my arms around him and brushing my lips against his.

“Mmm…what was that for?”

“Just happy to see you,” I say, and kiss him again, deeper this time.

“Is this what I have to look forward to, living with you?” I hear Laura ask from behind us. “Just walking in to random rooms to find you making out with your boyfriend.”

With a soft chuckle, I break the kiss and spare Laura a brief glance over Josh’s shoulder. “Pretty much.”

Josh pulls away from me and turns to offer Laura an apologetic smile. “Sorry. We’ll keep the PDAs out of the communal rooms from now on, I promise.”

“Um, I’m not promising that,” I say. Having to keep my hands off this man in the majority of the rooms in my own house? Yeah, that’s not happening.

Laura rolls her eyes. “Just keep it PG and we’re good.”

She leaves the room and I pull Josh back against me, linking my arms around his waist. “Now, where were we?”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “We were about to get to the part where we stop making out and actually put Chase’s crib together.”

“I don’t remember us getting to that part,” I murmur as I nuzzle at his neck.

“He’s going to need somewhere to sleep tonight…”

“I still have the travel crib.”

“Connor…”

I pull away from him, letting out a resigned sigh. “Okay, fine, but let’s do it quickly—my ensuite shower needs christening.”

After we’ve finished with Chase’s room and christened my shower very, very thoroughly, Josh and I both collapse wet and naked onto my bare mattress. I haven’t had a chance to assemble my bed yet, or unpack anything, which means there aren’t any towels at hand. Fortunately, we’re more than capable of keeping each other warm.

“Okay, I’m not saying no to another round,” I murmur as Josh starts pressing soft kisses along my shoulder while his fingers run over my pecs, “but I’m definitely going to need some food first.”

He hooks his leg over me so he’s straddling my waist and leans forward to hover over me. “I could go food. What are you feeling like? Pizza? Noodles? Sushi?”

“Hmm…does that noodle place you like deliver?”

“Yup.”

I smile at him. “Sold.”

I manage to dig out some clothes from one of my boxes and get dressed, while Josh just puts the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing earlier back on. Now that it’s warmer, I’m learning ironic t-shirts are Josh’s go-to fashion choice, and everytime I see one it never fails to crack me up.

Today his t-shirt