“I’ll get on that, princess,” Merry said.

I gave him a look as I hit the doorway.

“Mom!” Ethan cried again like I wasn’t five feet away from him.

I turned in the door and lifted my brows.

“Teddy still wants to go to that movie we were gonna see today. If I call him and his mom’s still up for takin’ us, can I go?” he asked.

Could my son go to a movie, taking him out of the house for a few hours on a day that Merry had off and I might be able to spend that time with him?

“Sure,” I answered.

“Awesome!” he near-on shouted. “I’ll call Teddy after I finish eating. If his mom needs it, can you drop me at their place?”

“Sure,” I repeated.

“You’re good with it, you can be lazy today and I can do it,” Merry offered.

Ethan’s eyes got big with excitement.

“Then it’s a pajama day for me,” I declared, though it wasn’t since I had to work that night, but at least during the day I could make it that way.

Unless Merry came back and my pajamas were history.

“You set it up, bud, I’ll drop you,” Merry said to Ethan, then looked at me. “I’ll come back.”

My knees got weak for another reason, and I shot him a very different kind of look before I took off to go brush my teeth.

I did this for the first time in my life, leaving two guys who meant the world to me in my kitchen.

Two of them.

A dream I’d never dared to dream.

And shit, that dream coming true made me feel warm and squishy.

* * * * *

I was still in my pajamas.

I was also on my knees.

Merry was in his jeans, his shirt, but he was sitting on the side of my bed with me kneeling between his legs.

And I’d finally got my mouth around his dick.

My kid was at a movie. Merry had dropped him off.

Then he came back to me.

His cock was wide, Jesus, and the veins protruding, catching against my tongue, making me want to trail the tip along them (something I did, repeatedly), the head thick and broad. Amazing.

I couldn’t take him all—he more than filled me—but that didn’t mean I didn’t try.

I did.

I gave it my all.

And then kept giving.

Honestly? I didn’t know who liked it more, Merry getting his dick sucked or me giving it my all, trying to take him deep, hearing the noises I was making him make, feeling his powerful body tense around me.

I felt his hand on my head shift, so his fingers clenched in my hair as he bit out, “Christ, Cherie.”

I took him as far as he’d go and lifted my eyes to his.

His hungry gaze was on me, and the instant he got mine, his started burning.

“Fuck me,” he growled.