Grace

I wake up with my hand around Keir’s cock, and his on my breast. Our clothes are on, but somehow during the night, our hands decided this platonic sleepover was bullshit. The two boys who just jumped on the bed kill any sexy thoughts I may have, but I smile anyway.

“Good morning.”

“Is it time for waffles yet?” Trevor asks.

He and his brother convinced me to spend the night, because they never got their waffles. They also insisted I sleep in Keir’s bed, because that’s what adults who like each other do. Charming little matchmakers, those too. Luckily, Keir let me borrow a t-shirt and boxers, so I’d have something to sleep in.

Keir groans. “There’s this thing called sleep. Maybe you two have heard of it.”

“Waffles!” Con yells.

“How about you give your daddy and me a few minutes to wake up, and we’ll meet you in the kitchen?”

“Okay,” Trev says, pulling Connor out with him.

“Was I dreaming, or was your hand down my briefs when I woke up?”

“You weren’t dreaming.”

“I love my kids. I really do,” he says with a groan.

“At least you have clothes.”

“Give me a few minutes to make myself presentable, and I’ll run over to Target and get you something. If that’s okay. I don’t know if you shop there.”

“Is there anyone who doesn’t shop at Target? And, I shop everywhere for clothes. Brands don’t matter to me, although I’ll admit to buying a few pairs of shoes because of the designer. I break those out when I want to feel extra confident at work.”

“I love it when you share your secrets with me.”

“Keep me around, and you might here a few more.”

“I’d keep you forever, if you’d let me.”

“I might.”

“I missed you.”

“Took you long enough to admit it,” I tease.

“I’ll be happy to show you how much when we’re alone.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I’d rather have you holding my cock again, but a cold shower’s calling my name.”

“Your sons are going to be calling mine if I don’t get out there and make their waffles.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I wrap my hair into a bun, use the bathroom, and brush my teeth before finding my two little guys waiting for me in the kitchen. There’s a Star Wars waffle maker, and a box of mix on the island between them.

“We need a measuring cup, eggs, water, and vegetable oil, too.”

Once they’ve run around to grab everything, I have them help me measure and pour. We each take a turn with the mixer, and then it’s the fun part. They’re both on the island watching closely as I pour the batter into the shape of a droid, and close the lid.

“How long?” Trevor asks.

“Just a few minutes.”

“Can I have the first one?”

“You can both have the first one,” I say, knowing there will be a fight otherwise. They’re sweet boys, but they’re still brothers.

The doorbell rings, and before I can stop him, Connor jumps off the island and runs to answer the door. I’m right behind him, and I stop short when I see his grandparents on the other side.

“Hi,” I manage to squeak out. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Grace spent the night, and she’s making us waffles.”

“I think that’s exactly what it looks like,” Mrs. Martin says.

“Yes, but no. I mean, Keir and I slept in the same bed, but we didn’t sleep together. You know what I mean?”

“It’s fine, Grace.”

“Grace! The waffle is done!”

“I have to get that. Um, come in. Oh wait, it’s not my house, but you’re Keir’s parents. So yeah, come in.”

“Breathe,” Mr. Martin tells me with a smile.

“I’m trying.”

I pull Keir’s shirt down as far as possible as I run back to the kitchen. I peel the waffle off, cutting it in two for the boys, before starting on another one. I don’t look up, because I’m still completely mortified to be found like this. Especially since I didn’t even get any sex last night. I could’ve, but I had to stand my ground a little bit.

“I’m off to Target for clothes, and whatever else mysteriously lands in my cart!” Keir yells, walking into the kitchen, and immediately stopping in his tracks. “Mom? Dad?”

“Yep, that’s us,” his dad says.

“We weren’t expecting you.”

My mother smirks at me. “That’s what surprises are about.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“We want to take the boys out for a few hours before we all have dinner at Ainsley’s house tonight.”

Keir’s eyes meet mine, and I see the hope I’m feeling reflected there. An afternoon alone in this house. With his nice big, bed…and shower.

“Would you like a waffle before you leave?”

“I’d love a waffle,” Mr. Martin says, his eyes twinkling.

“We can help with dinner, Grandma. We help Grace sometimes,” Trevor tells her.

“You’ve got my boys cooking, Grace?”

“Two of them.”

“Hey, I grilled the steaks last night,” Keir insists.

“And they were delicious.”

Keir

My parents just drove away with the boys, and as soon as Grace closes the front door, I spin her around, and pin her to it with my body. I kiss her like my life depends on it, and she kisses me right back.

“I need to eat.”

“You had four waffles.”

“They were delicious, but your body is even better. Your pussy is the best. Tell me I can have it.”

“Yes.”

I pull my boxers off her as I sink to my knees. “Take off the shirt.”

She does as I ask, arching her back, and baring her tight nipples to me. I take one in each hand as I lick her wet folds. Her hands cover mine as I pinch her, and lick her until she starts to fuck my face. I let her take over, and slide my fingers down her body and into her as I suck her clit into my mouth, and lave it with my tongue.

She’s moving fast, grinding against me as I devour her. I lie back on the floor, bringing her with me so she’s riding my mouth. Leaning back, she grips me through my athletic shorts, and strokes as I tongue her to an explosive orgasm. She shakes and screams out her release, tightening her hold on my cock as she comes back down.

“My turn.”

She climbs off me, pushing my shorts and briefs down before enjoying her own feast. God, she’s good at this, licking, sucking and pumping me just right. “I missed this. Your mouth on me. God, I missed it Gracie.”

She smiles around my cock, before moving lower and sucking my balls into her mouth. She’s still working me with her hands, and I could die happy right now. Not really, because I want to do so much more to her in the three hours we have. To her, and with her.

Once her mouth’s back on my cock, sucking me hard, I realize I don’t want it like this. Leaning forward, I lift her up, and guide her onto me.

“I need to come inside of you. I need to feel you come around me, milking my own orgasm from me.”

“Take what you need,” she tells me, leaning over to brace herself on the floor.

Her tits are in my face, and I take one in my mouth as I use my hands on her hips to guide her to the pace I want. She starts moving with me as I move between her nipples, driving her as crazy as she drives me. I’ve been without her too long to hold on, and when I come, I come hard, nearly throwing her off me. She’s right there with me, taking everything I have to give and giving it all back to me.

“I missed this. I missed everything else, but this…connecting with you like this…it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“I missed it too.”

“Tell me how to keep you forever, Gracie. Tell me so I can do it. Anything.”

“Show me every day I’m important to you. I don’t need grand gestures, just small ones.”

“I can do that. I know I haven’t show you in the past, so you’re probably doubting me, but I promise you I’ll show you everything you need me to.”

“I believe you. You want my secrets, and this is maybe the biggest one. I want to spend my life with a man who is willing to go outside his comfort zone to make me feel loved and cherished. I want to wake up every day with no doubt in my mind that I’m with the man who will love me, and put me third.”

“Third?”

“It used to be first, but then I met your boys, and knew third would be a perfect place to be.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I need you to know that, and also know there’s no conditions on my love for you, even if this makes it seem like there is. It’s not about that.”

“It’s about proving to you that I’m willing to be there for you. I get it, and I’ll do it.”

I don’t tell her I’d do it anyway, because I want her to realize it on her own. I also want her to realize she’s not third. She’s tied for first with my sons, and a big part of that is because she’s willing to come in behind them. Her love for them makes my love for her grow stronger every day.