Baby Daddy Roulette

Chapter 34

Selene's POV

Naomi stands in the doorway with all three babies strapped into car seats like she's executing a heist.

"Twenty-four hours," she announces. "I'm taking them to my place. There's a new Disney movie and I have zero shame about using screen time as a parenting tool."

"You're an angel," I say.

"I'm an enabler. There's a difference." She winks at Axel and Mateo. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, which leaves your options wide open. Have fun. Be loud. I'm not coming back until tomorrow afternoon."

The door closes. The car pulls away. And suddenly the house is quiet.

Actually quiet. No baby monitors. No small humans demanding attention. Just silence and two men looking at me with expressions that make the heat pool low in my belly.

"So," Mateo says, grinning that dangerous grin. "Twenty-three hours and forty-five minutes of unsupervised adult time."

"We should unpack," I say, but my voice betrays me completely.

"We should," Axel agrees, not moving. His eyes are dark. Hungry. The way he looks before a game when he's calculating exactly how to win.

The air feels electric. Charged with weeks of interrupted moments and stolen touches and never quite enough.

"I have a proposal," Mateo says. "We christen every room in this house. Properly."

Heat floods through me. "Every room?"

"Every. Single. Room."

I laugh—really laugh—and both of them watch my mouth like they want to taste the sound.

Mateo moves first, hands finding my waist, pulling me against him. Behind me, Axel's chest presses to my back. Caught between them. Surrounded. Exactly where I've been aching to be.

"This is our house," Mateo murmurs against my lips. "Let's make it feel like ours."

He kisses me deep and filthy, tongue sliding against mine, and I melt into it immediately. His hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling my hips flush against his, and I can feel how hard he already is through his jeans.

Behind me, Axel's mouth finds the curve of my neck. His teeth scrape sensitive skin, then his tongue soothes the sting, and I moan into Mateo's mouth.

We don't make it to the couch.

The wall instead—my back pressed against cool plaster, Mateo's thigh shoved between my legs. I grind against him shamelessly, chasing friction, while Axel works the buttons of my shirt with impatient fingers.

"Off," he growls when the buttons don't cooperate. He yanks, and I hear fabric tear, buttons scattering across the hardwood.

"That was expensive," I gasp.

"I'll buy you ten more."

My bra follows, unclasped and discarded, and then Axel's hands are on my breasts—rough palms against soft skin, thumbs circling my nipples until they're hard and aching. Mateo drops to his knees, mouthing at my stomach while his fingers work my jeans open.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he breathes, sliding his hand into my underwear. Two fingers push inside me without warning and I cry out, head falling back against the wall.

"She's been thinking about this," Axel murmurs in my ear, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me whimper. "Haven't you? Thinking about both of us while you pretended to care about boxes."

"Yes." No point lying. "God, yes."

Mateo's fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my knees buckle. His thumb circles my clit with maddening precision. "Tell us what you want, cariño."

"Everything. I want everything."

"Kitchen," Axel decides. "Now."

We stumble there, losing clothes along the way. Mateo lifts me onto the granite counter—cold against my bare skin, shocking and delicious—and spreads my thighs wide.

"We eat here," he says with a wicked grin, and then his mouth is on me.

I scream. Actually scream, because his tongue is hot and clever and he's eating me like I'm his last meal. Axel moves behind me, one hand fisted in my hair to arch my neck back, his mouth trailing fire down my throat while Mateo devours me.

"Look at you," Axel breathes against my ear. "Falling apart on his tongue. So fucking beautiful."

Mateo sucks my clit into his mouth and I shatter, orgasm ripping through me without warning. My thighs clamp around his head, my hands scrambling for purchase on the granite, and I'm making sounds I don't recognize as mine.

He doesn't stop. Keeps licking through the aftershocks until I'm writhing, oversensitive, pulling at his hair.

"Bedroom," I manage. "Need you both. Now."

Axel lifts me off the counter like I weigh nothing—muscles flexing in a way that makes me want to bite him—and carries me to our room. I land on the mattress, and they stand at the foot of the bed stripping off the last of their clothes.

God, they're beautiful. Axel's pale skin and dark tattoos, all coiled power. Mateo's golden warmth, lean muscle, that trail of dark hair leading down. Both of them, hard and wanting, watching me spread across their sheets.

"My turn," I say, sitting up to push Axel onto his back. He goes willingly, those ice-blue eyes burning as I straddle him.

I sink down slowly, inch by inch, feeling him stretch me open. His groan is guttural, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. Behind me, Mateo's chest presses to my back, his cock hot against my spine as his hands cup my breasts.

"Ride him," Mateo whispers in my ear. "Let me watch you take what you need."

I do. Rolling my hips, finding a rhythm that hits deep, Axel's thickness dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. Mateo's fingers pinch my nipples, twist them, send sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my core.

"Touch her," Axel grits out. "Make her come again."

Mateo's hand slides down my stomach, fingers finding where I'm stretched around Axel. He circles my clit with perfect pressure, and I'm already climbing again, the dual sensation overwhelming.

"So tight," Axel groans, thrusting up to meet me. "So fucking perfect."

"Come for us, cariño." Mateo bites my earlobe. "Let go."

I do. The second orgasm crashes through me harder than the first, my whole body seizing, their names torn from my throat. I feel Axel pulse inside me, his own release triggering fresh waves of pleasure.

Mateo gentles me through it, kisses on my shoulders, soft Spanish words I can't translate but understand perfectly.

We collapse together, breathing hard. But we're not done—Mateo's still hard against my back, and I want him too. Want both of them, over and over, until we've claimed every inch of this house.

"Your turn," I say, turning to face him. His eyes are dark, desperate, and when I wrap my hand around him he hisses through his teeth.

"Selene—"

"I want you." I stroke him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure. "Want to feel both of you."

Axel pulls me back against his chest, his hands spreading my thighs open. An offering. Mateo settles between them, lining himself up, pushing inside me with one slow thrust that makes us both groan.

He fucks me hard and fast, exactly what I need, while Axel holds me open and whispers filthy praise in my ear. When I come the third time, it's with Mateo buried deep and Axel's fingers on my clit and both their voices telling me how good I am, how perfect, how theirs.

"Guest room," I mumble into the sheets afterward. "We still have to do the guest room."

"Give me five minutes," Mateo laughs.

The afternoon light filters through unhung curtains, casting golden stripes across our tangled bodies. Axel's fingers trace lazy patterns on my thigh. Mateo's hand finds his across my hip, interlacing.

This is ours. The house, the mess, the three of us wrapped together in sheets that need washing.

Twenty-two hours left. An empty house. Two men who chose me back.

The boxes can definitely wait.