NSFW: Date Night

Turk

“C’mon, Daddy! I gotta go to the bathroom!” Deuce holds himself as he hops from one foot to the other.

I put in our housecode and open the door. “I told you to use it before we left,” I call after him as he rushes into the house. After closing the door, I put down my laptop bag on the bench and stroll toward the kitchen, where I see my cinnamon apple slumped over her NCLEX test book.

She takes the test in two weeks, and when she’s not planning Pay and Brina’s baby shower, she has been studying all day every day until her eyes cross. I wanna tell her she got this, she was made for this, but I know that’ll probably end in her crying as she goes off on me. So I just make sure she has all her study snacks so all she gotta worry about is studying.

Her head snaps up when I enter the kitchen, ripping the page stuck to her face as she looks around. When she peels the paper off her face, she grimaces, placing it back in the book like it’ll stay without.

I come behind her, rubbing her arms before massaging her shoulders hard. She moans, and a corner of my mouth lifts. “You need a break,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “You need to get out of your head.”

She stiffens, and I can’t help but bark out laughter. “Not like that, although that sounds fun, too. Especially with Paypay.”

Autumn turns her head and I lean down, planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’ll take a break when I pass, Turkey. What I need is some food.”

“Aight. So get dressed, I’m taking y’all out. We ain’t been on a date all three of us yet and it’s the perfect time.”

Autumn groans, slipping off the island stool. She folds her arms to her chest, and I notice she’s wearing my shirt. 

“Turkey. That’s not what I meant.”

“But that’s what I meant, Auty.” I unfold her arms and bring her to me. She rests her chin on my chest and a small smile graces the lips I love to kiss.

“Get dressed, baby mama number one. Put that shit on. I’m thinking Brazilian stakehouse.”

“What about Deucey?”

She thinks she’s throwing me off, but that’s easy. “I can take him to Nut’s while y’all get dressed. He got clothes there, so if anything Nut will take him to school. C’mon, Auty. It’s one night, and then bright and early tomorrow we back on it.”

Her eyes dance with mine before she relents. “Fine. You’re lucky I have the perfect dress.”

I lean down and grip a handful of her ass. The same ass that used to make her five figures a night at Paradise. The same ass that has my name tatted.

“I’m the luckiest nigga in the world.”

She simpers, kissing me once more before leaving my arms to do what Daddy says.

Now I just gotta get PayPay on board.

Patience

I’m finally at the third trimester. Eleven more weeks of my body not being my own, and I get to meet my baby girl.

Right after Auty takes the NCLEX, we’re supposed to be all playing a game for the chance to name her. I’m thinking Sable or Raven. Or maybe Rowan.

I rub my expanding belly as smooth jazz floats through the room. I’ve learned not to disturb Auty while she studies. Who knew my baby could be so mean, and unfortunately it makes me equal parts mad and horny. But she’s not in the mood for that, not right now.

So alas, I’m in one of Royce’s shirts and shorts, hugging my pregnancy pillow, staring out into the yard.

Footsteps sound off in the room before the bed dips, and I look down to find a little hand on my belly.

“Hi, Mama Pay. Hi little sister,” Deucey cheerfully says.

I sit up and gather my baby in my arms. He’s freshly changed in home clothes, smiling at me with all the love I’m sure he sees in my own eyes. “You still think it’s a girl?” Royce and I haven’t told Deuce because he’ll no doubt tell Auty, and she wants to be surprised.

He bobs his head. “I had a dream that I had a little sister, and she followed me everywhere.”

“A dream huh? What else do you dream about?”

“Everything,” he says, sighing like an old man. “That I have superpowers.”

“And which ones do you have?”

“I could fly! Like this!” Deuce wiggles out of my arms and  jumps high on the bed. As he readies to jump off, Royce rushes in, grabbing him midair and slamming him onto the soft surface, making him giggle.

“Daddy!” he laughs as Royce tickles him, and dammit if my ovaries forget I’m already pregnant with his baby.

“How do you feel about spending the night at Uncle Peanut’s? I’ll get you from school tomorrow.” 

I furrow my brows but keep quiet. One thing we all agreed on is being a united front in front of Deuce. He understands we’re all a family as much as a seven year-old can, but I still dread the day he asks more questions, since I know we’re unconventional.

“Ah yeah! I can play with Denver!”

“Aight. Go pack your stuff. Not your game, Deuce, it’s a schoolnight.” Royce releases Deuce and he runs out, leaving only us.

Royce levels that heated glare on me and my nipples rise to attention like always. He takes his time rounding the bed until he’s on me. A rough hand collars my throat as he leans down and captures my lips with his.

Desire, lust, love, and promise nearly drown me as our tongues twist and dance. Another hand grips my meager ponytail as he deepens the kiss, plundering my mouth.

I love this man.

And it feels exhilarating to be able to lean into that freely.

I’m breathless when he finally lets me breathe, but he doesn’t go far, touching our foreheads together. “Hi, Paypay.”

A name that used to grate my nerves now sounds like angelic hymns.

“Hi, Royce.”

“I’m taking you and Auty out for dinner tonight. You gone get sexy for Daddy?”

My mouth dries instantly, so I just nod. He smirks, kissing my mouth again before helping me up. Once I’m on my feet, his hands go straight to my belly, cupping it.

“Wear that one dress with your back out and the strappy heels. I’ll rub your feet if they swell up.”

My face balls up and I sock his arm, making him chuckle. “I swear you love to ruin the moment.”

He backs up from me. “I can’t ruin shit, Pay. Whether I’m tonguing you down or talking shit, yo belly is still chock full of my seed, and if you not careful, I’ma shoot up the club again as soon as you drop her. I’ma get Deuce situated… the backless one, Pay.”

I roll my eyes but squeal quietly once he leaves. I love when his ass gets bossy. I waddle my ass to the other room Autumn and I turned into a closet and find her staring at herself in the mirror with a forest green mini dress in her hands.

“That’s sexy, bae,” I purr, palming her ass.

She turns and kisses me. “I think so, too. You wanna shower together?”

I hood my eyes as she places the dress on the chair. “We can’t be long, Auty.”

Her smirk turns mischievous as she pulls me out of the closet toward the attached bathroom. “Okay, okay. Just two orgasms. Each.”

Ugh, this woman.

Turk

We pull up to After Five and I glance at the purple door with the neon grapes shining brightly into the night. 

“What’s that?” Pay asks, leaning over to peer at the nondescript building the door is attached to. “It doesn’t have a sign besides the grapes.”

“Yeah, Turkey. What’s that?” I glance at Autumn in the rearview mirror, and she winks at me before the valet opens her door for her.

I get out, rounding the car to open Pay’s door to help her out. She blushes as she gets to her feet, sauntering off to take Auty’s outstretched hand. She’s wearing that black backless minidress I told her to wear, her back looking sexy as fuck. Autumn put on this dark green dress that hugs her curves and brushed her hair out so that it falls in a soft cloud around her shoulders.

Goddamn. The two sexiest women in the world are mine.

I walk over to them, and they fall on either side of me, each of my hands at the small of their backs. Niggas and bitches alike are staring us down as the waiter shows us to our table immediately. As the CEO of BirchTree Nightlife, I get so many perks at venues and restaurants, one of them being always having a table almost anywhere I want in this city, ready and available at a moment’s notice.

Tonight, we have a private table in the back. I help my ladies to their seats before taking mine by the wall, so I have a view of the entire restaurant. I pull Auty close to me, as Pay places her feet in my lap. I smirk, untying her shoes to rub her feet like I said I would.

Her lashes flutter when I push into her arch, while Autumn orders for us. 

“You gone feed me?” I ask her once the waiter walks off. 

Her hand travels up my leg until she grips my hardening dick. “Only if you feed me later.”

I lick my lips. “We can always go across the street after this… I forgot Dionysus was right here.”

Her grin widens. “Yeah, right. You forgot.”

“What’s Dionysus?” Patience asks. Our waiter brings our appetizer, Pão de Queijo, and she pulls a piece of a cheesy roll to feed me.

Autumn leans in. “It’s a sex club. You’ll never guess who owns it,” she whispers as I lick Patience’s fingers.

“Who?” Pay asks breathlessly.

I lean down to grab her chair and pull her as close to me as I can get her. I kiss her neck, licking and sucking softly, letting her quiet moans fill our bubble.

“Yours truly.”

Pay leans back, her brows furrowed. “You own a sex club? Why are you just now telling me? Either of you?”

I shrug as Autumn leans back for our food to be presented. “We were more active years ago, way before we met you, baby mama number two. I only wanted to play with Auty, and you know she wasn’t cheating on yo ass, so I hired a manager and stepped back from it.”

Pay nods once before focusing on her food. An air of awkwardness begins to creep in, but I’m not having that. 

We’ve come too far for either one of them to feel like we not all in this together. I pull Patience into my lap so fast she squeals, turning her so that she’s facing the table.

My hands find her soaked panties and my eyebrows shoot up.

“Now Pay,” I murmur into her shoulder, “What’s got Daddy’s slut so wet in public?” I move them to the side before grazing her slit with my middle finger.

“Royce,” she whispers. Autumn, the voyeur that she is, sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and leans onto one palm, while the other hand disappears underneath the table. 

I feel her bend Pay’s leg back more and I plunge two fingers into her tight heat.

“I know you heard me. You not safe in this restaurant, baby. You better answer before the waiter comes back.”

“I…I wanna go. With both of you… to Dionysus.” She pants out her sentence as I work her over.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. Now I can make you come.”

Autumn cuts a piece of lamb and feeds it to me as my other hand goes to rub tight circles on Pay’s clit.

“You so fucking nasty Pay… letting me finger fuck my pussy in this crowded ass restaurant. Good thing you not as loud as our girl, huh?” I push a third finger into her and the sounds we hear over the loud restaurant are heavenly.

A quick scan through the restaurant lets me know no one is looking our way. Then again, that’s why I picked this table. We’re skewed by a tall beam, and a quick shake of my head at our waiter let him know not to come back here until we send for him.

Pay pants in my lap, gyrating her hips to chase her impending orgasm. “Yeah,” I mumble, biting into her shoulder. “Come for me and I’ll take you to Dionysus, baby. We can give Auty a real show… give it to me now, Patience.”

I bite her again as I stick all three of my fingers inside of her to the last knuckle. She squeezes either of my knees as her orgasm barrels through her. I still my hands instead of dragging it on. Pay’s been a horny lil thing her whole pregnancy, but I still know her limits, and she can be a screamer if she gets too overstimulated.

I let her ride out her orgasm until she hunches her shoulders. After gathering her bearings, she slides over to her chair, taking her napkin to blot her face.

I bring my fingers to my mouth, licking my ring and middle finger clean. I save my index finger for Autumn, and she moans as she cleans off Pay’s essence.

“Can we go another day? I’m beat.”

Auty and I chuckle at her as she begins to scarf down the cooling food.

“Yeah, that’s straight. What I got planned for you, we can wait until the baby comes.”

Autumn hands me a wet nap and I clean my hands. Pay gulps down her water but won’t meet my gaze.

“Ain’t that what you want bae? You love getting tied up anyway, I’m sure you’ll love the bench.”

“Autumn,” Pay hisses, and I know she’s over being scandalous in public.

We settle back in our dinner. Auty climbs into my lap so we can all feed each other. 

Pay was the one who started that with them. She had told Auty that feeding your partner is one of the most intimate things you can do. It shows you care deeply by wanting to be the source of their sustenance. 

I’d do whatever for these two. Pull the moon down here with my bare hands for ‘em. But the little things, like feeding each other bits of meat and holding our glasses to each other’s lips, make my heart jump funny.

It makes things like introducing Pay deeper into my world that much more gratifying.