Steady Rain

by Tymber Dalton

  Stanley stared at Marilyn, but didn’t growl, so Jess took that as a good sign.

  “What’s going on?” Jess asked.

  Marilyn’s smile didn’t look forced, but it didn’t look pleased-as-punch, either. “I filed to revoke Donald’s parental rights. Thought I might have a fight on my hands just so he could make my life miserable, but he signed the paperwork and didn’t even get an attorney to fight it. It was finalized yesterday morning.”

  Jess winced. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay, actually. It was costing me more in attorney fees to keep going after him for child support. Fuck it. Dillon wouldn’t even know him if Donald walked up to him. He’s never been there for Dillon.” She opened the envelope. “That’s what this is about.”

  She withdrew a sheath of papers. “I haven’t filed these yet, but I wanted to get your okay before I do. I haven’t even talked to Kyle or Tristan. And, obviously, I want to keep this quiet from Dillon.” She handed them to Jess, who saw there were sticky note flags in various places.

  It was Marilyn’s will and other papers, like formal permissions for authorizing medical treatment.

  In them, Marilyn had named Jess, Tristan, and Kyle as Dillon’s guardians, if something ever happened to her.

  Jess had to take a moment to digest this. “Why us?”

  “If something ever happens to me, I don’t want Dillon ending up in foster care. He loves you guys. I know…” She paused, seeming to need a minute to gather her thoughts. “My family is worthless. He doesn’t know them. He’ll have you guys. A family. You are family, to him.” She sadly smiled. “He keeps telling me how excited he is he’s going to have a brother or sister.”

  Jess didn’t know that—they hadn’t heard him say that and hadn’t told him that—but she kept her surprise silent and hopefully hidden.

  “I’m sorry you and I got off to a rocky start. I can see Kyle is happier with you and Tristan than he and I ever could be. But I was scared to be alone, with a child, and…”

  Marilyn shrugged. “I was desperate. If you say no, I understand, and will have my lawyer change them. But then I’ll need to appoint him as Dillon’s guardian, and he’s really not fond of that option.”

  Jess read through it all a second time, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones hitting her, but she had to wipe away tears.

  Here she’d gone from wanting kids, to not wanting them, to being in the process of having one, and now being named another child’s possible guardian.

  Jess stood and rounded the desk, holding her arms open for a hug. Marilyn stood and hugged her back. “Yeah, we’ll do it,” Jess said. “But you’ve got to promise me one thing.”

  “Sure, anything.”

  “We get to sign off on guys you date. If we don’t like them, and Stanley doesn’t like them, that’s it. If we’re going to have this family of ours, any guy you’re dating needs to understand he’s coming into it as the outsider and needs to prove he’s worthy. Dillon loves Tristan and Kyle, and any guy who wants to be a part of your life can’t try to get between them. And Kyle could have been killed by that jerk. Worse, what if he’d hurt Dillon?”

  “I know. And yes, I agree.”

  “Okay then.” Jess took a deep breath. “If you want to have dinner with us tonight, we’d be happy to have you. Dillon’s looking forward to making brownies.” Jess was actually picking him up from school today, another reason she was surprised to see Marilyn.

  “Are you sure?”

  Jess nodded. “I’m sure.” She’d never forgive herself if she couldn’t be the bigger person. Dillon was the one who mattered here, and she was a damn adult.

  She could fucking adult a hell of a lot better than her own parents. “And if you want to be the one to drop Dillon off and pick him up from the house, instead of the guys having to do it, that’s fine.”

  “Thank you.” Marilyn hugged her again. “If you ever hear of a single guy who’s decent and not kinky, I wouldn’t object to meeting him.”

  “We’ll see what we can do.”

  She made sure Marilyn had left before calling Kyle and telling him. Tristan was working and wouldn’t be able to talk, so he’d have to wait to hear it later, after he got home.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “Right?”

  “I…I had no idea,” Kyle said. “Really? She did that?”

  “Yeah. And I lifted the restriction on her coming over. She’s having dinner with us tonight.”

  “She didn’t even tell me she’d filed to revoke Donald’s parental rights.”

  “Apparently she was getting her ducks in a row.”

  Kyle’s voice choked up. “I guess. Thank you, babe. I love you so fucking much.”

  “Yeah, well…” She smiled. “Maybe I want an uber-sexy foot rub after Dillon goes home later.”

  “You can have a foot rub, a back rub, a pussy rub—you name it, I’ll rub it.”

  “Aw, you’re such an adorable Dom when you grovel.”

  He let out a low growl. “What was that, baby?”

  Her clit started throbbing. “You’re adorable…Sir?”

  Kyle laughed. “I’ll see you later, baby. Love you.”

  “Love you, too, Sir.”

  After she’d ended the call, she picked up her tag on her necklace, brought it to her lips, and kissed it.

  Yeah, this was right. The right way to respond, the right way to live.

  Thank goodness they finally got their poop in a group.

  * * * *

  Kyle didn’t say anything to Jess about the earlier phone call when he arrived home. Jess and Dillon were in the kitchen and getting dinner started with Stanley on guard in case any food made suicidal leaps off the counter and into his mouth. Dillon was becoming quite the little chef, already able to make a couple of simple dishes almost by himself.

  Kyle walked in and kissed Jess hello, his hand automatically coming to rest on her tummy. Anymore, he couldn’t keep his hands off her like that, wanted to stroke the curve of her tummy, wanted to press his cheek against her and hope to feel a kick or punch.

  “I’ll go grab my shower,” he said.

  “Tris is on his way home. He should be here soon.”

  “I’ll shower slow.” He grinned.

  Kyle was in the shower when Tris walked into the bathroom and joined him.

  “Hey, stranger.” Tristan smiled as he leaned in and kissed him.

  Kyle grabbed Tristan’s ass and ground against him, then remembered he needed to talk to him. “Oh, wait a minute.” He related what Jess had told him earlier.

  Tristan’s gaze widened. “What?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Holy shit.” He looked…stunned.

  Kyle could relate. He’d felt like Tristan looked when Jess told him.

  “And she’s joining us for dinner tonight?”

  “Yeah.”

  Tristan stepped back under the spray for a moment and wet his hair. “And you’re okay with this?”

  “Yeah. Aren’t you?”

  “I’m…not sure how to feel about this.”

  “Well, we need to figure it out before she gets here, because if not, we need to tell her that.”

  * * * *

  Tristan stuck his head out of the shower. “Hey, babe? Can you come here a minute?” he yelled.

  She waddled in a moment later and it nearly distracted him into pulling her in with them, until he remembered why he’d called her. She was fucking adorable, and getting klutzy the farther along she was.

  “Yeeesss?”

  “You’re…okay with that?” he asked. He made sure to keep his voice low, just in case Dillon had followed her.

  She nodded, smiling. “Surprised the hell out of me, too. But yeah, I am. Hell, he’s practically ours now. Let’s hope it’s never needed. I do love him.”

  “Okay. Come here.”

  She eyed him, no stranger to this ruse. “Don’t pull me in.”

  “No, I promise.”

  She stepped closer
and he fish-lipped at her until she leaned in and kissed him. “Okay. Let’s tell her yes, then.”

  She returned to the kitchen while he pulled back into the shower and found Kyle smirking.

  “What?”

  “I don’t suppose you know who placed an Amazon order this morning, huh?”

  “Um…” He cleared his throat. “An order?”

  Kyle pulled him close again. “Yeah. For several different onesies.”

  “Dammit. Why are you spying on my Amazon account?”

  “Because you were logged in as me and placed it under my account.”

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  “Someone owes me a blowjob…Daddy.”

  Tristan grinned. “They’re adorable.”

  “You’re adorable. Knees. Now. She can ride you later.”

  Tristan kept his gaze on Kyle as he sank to his knees, a smile on his face before swallowing his cock.

  Kyle sucked in a sharp breath. “Yeah, that’s it, buddy. Take me all the way to the root.”

  Tristan knew what his guy liked. Kyle loved it when he focused on the underside of his cock and then pulled off to the head and played his tongue along the underside of the crown. Sure enough, it didn’t take him long to get Kyle to the edge and bring him over, salty cum filling his mouth as Kyle fucked his throat.

  He pulled Tristan up to his feet and kissed him. “I needed that.”

  “Why are you going to be so mean and make me wait?”

  Kyle bit down on Tristan’s shoulder. “Because later, you can let her ride you and I’ll tap her sweet ass.”

  “Mmm. Okay. I can forgive you.”

  “I thought you could.”

  * * * *

  Kyle thought dinner might be uncomfortable, but Marilyn acted more at ease than she had in months. He could see why, with that weight off her shoulders and having cut Donald out of her and Dillon’s life for good, it would relax her.

  Once they left, Kyle pulled Jess against him and cupped her breasts through her shirt.

  Another thing he loved about her body, that her breasts were growing larger and super-sensitive.

  And she was in a perpetually horny phase.

  A fact illustrated when she softly moaned and ground her ass against his cock.

  “I promised Tristan a ride tonight, baby. You feel like giving him one, or am I going to have to put my ass on the line?”

  She tipped her head back against his shoulder and smiled up at him. “Both of you?” That was definitely a hopeful tone in her voice.

  He grinned. “Oh, baby. You know you don’t need to ask twice.”

  Tristan crowded in close, in front of her. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, hmm?”

  Minutes later, Tristan was naked on his back in bed, Jess had impaled her cunt on his cock, and Kyle was having fun lubing her ass and teasing her as he got her ready.

  While Tristan fucked her pussy bare, Kyle sheathed his cock in a condom, lubed it, and slowly worked his way into her ass as she moaned and tried to fuck back against him.

  “Did I ever tell you how much I love fucking you like this, baby?” He could barely groan the words out, it felt sooo damn good.

  “Feels good on this side, too,” Tristan said. “Now let’s make her feel good.”

  Kyle knew Tristan had started playing with her clit, because she started coming almost immediately.

  “Yeah, baby!” Kyle held still buried all the way inside her and enjoyed every ripple, every squeeze as her body pulsed around his cock.

  He didn’t know for certain—and it didn’t matter—but he suspected, based on the timing, it was possible the whoopsie had occurred on that very first night together. He’d been slow to move after they’d fucked each other nearly to exhaustion, and he’d gone soft inside the condom before he’d thought about it.

  Even if the baby was genetically his, there was no way to know for sure the actual date. Those first few weeks after they’d started sleeping together, there were few nights they weren’t sharing a bed, all three of them.

  It would be ironic, though, if that was the night.

  At any time, circumstances could have ripped them apart.

  Instead, it made them stronger.

  Tristan started thrusting with her, rocking his hips up with her every down thrust, a slow-motion rodeo, and every movement they made stroking Kyle’s cock inside her ass.

  It was magic, them, this—everything about their love and their family.

  Kyle held back, waiting, knowing that Tris was in his zone and wouldn’t last long, especially since he hadn’t come earlier.

  He stroked her back, loving the sounds she made in her pleasure, knowing they were the only two men who got to hear and see her like this.

  She became theirs before any of them realized it, just like they became hers.

  He’d never been happier, sharing his bed and his life with these two people.

  When Tris started sounding closer, his thrusts faster and starting to set the pace instead of following Jess, Kyle started moving again. Seesawing their cocks inside her cunt and ass, it amplified the pleasure and quickly built his own hunger.

  Jess braced her arms against Tris and started fucking them harder, surging toward a final explosion that, when she came, took Tris and Kyle with her. The men rushed to finish with her, until all three of them collapsed on their sides in a breathless heap.

  “Wow,” she whispered, already sounding half asleep.

  “You can say that again,” Tris mumbled.

  Kyle managed to rouse himself enough to pull out and go clean up. Then he brought back a washcloth for her and lobbed it into the bathroom when he finished.

  Snuggled together with her in the middle, Kyle listened to the sounds of their breathing, soon drowned out by rain on the roof as a thunderstorm marched through.

  “Goddamned rain,” Jess muttered. “I’ve had enough of that shit.”

  “Welcome to Florida, baby,” Kyle joked. “And if not for a flood, we wouldn’t have you.”

  “True.”

  As Kyle drifted to sleep, he and Tris laced fingers, where their hands both rested on her tummy. Just as he was almost asleep, he felt a kick from the baby.

  Tris felt it, too, because his head snapped up and he wore a grin.

  Kyle blew him a kiss.

  Tris blew one back and lay down again.

  Yeah, he had no doubts Tris was going to be a great dad, and Jess was going to be a fantastic mom.

  And they were all going to get the family they’d never thought they’d have.

  THE END

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