“I’m here now,” Ty shakes his head. “Mitch, this…” Disbelief and joy—so much joy—along with glimpses of sadness and regret flash through his eyes. “Thank you, Mitch. Thank you.” Keeping the fly clasped in his hand, he disappears against Mitch’s chest, his dark curls brushing against my husband’s bearded chin.
“You’re welcome, baby boy,” Mitch says, his gaze connecting with mine.Thank you, he mouths at me, an entire world of love and gratitude in those two simple words.Always,I mouth back.They stand like that for a while before Ty gets all jittery and breaks free. Then he inspects the contents of the box, holding each fly up in front of Bree, telling her excitedly about the small feathers and their use. Bree looks at him like he’s the center of her damn universe and I guess she isn’t wrong. He is. Ty is the center of everything.
As the light changes outside and evening closes in, Ty carefully puts everything back in its proper place and closes the lid, an outdrawn sigh leaving his lips. Getting up, he brings our plates to the kitchen sink and quickly places them in the dishwasher. Then he stretches lazily, yawning audibly. Sliding toward Mitch and me, he smiles teasingly, swaying his slim hips from side to side. Mitch elicits a groan, shifting on his feet, and I, too, feel all blood going south. Fuck, he’s sexy like that. Like he knows how stunning he is, but is still a little shy about it. Like he owns the room, but is still searching for approval in our eyes.
His heated gaze flickers between Mitch and me as he nibbles contemplatively on his bottom lip. Reaching us, Ty leans in and sweeps his lips against first mine, then Mitch’s. He hesitates in front of Mitch and the moment I understand what he’s going to ask of my husband, I nearly come in my pants.
“Please, Daddy,” Ty purrs, his eyes blown wide with lust, his entire body pulsing with need. “Please, Mitch. Will you fuck me tonight? I need you.”
“Ty…” Mitch searches his face, but there’s no doubt in Ty’s eyes, only determination and vulnerability. “Are you… are you sure?”
“I’m sure, Daddy,” Ty rushes out. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please.” There are no bratty undertones, no teasing, just Ty, all naked emotion in front of us. And I guess my husband sees it, too, because I know the exact moment he gives in. Not only to Ty’s plea, but also to his own desire. It’s beautiful. With a muffledgrowl, he pulls Ty against him and pushes his tongue into his mouth, his much larger body wrapping itself around Ty’s. Our boy squirms in his arms, whimpering into his mouth, before he turns all pliant and heavy, sighing against Mitch’s lips. “Let’s go, Daddies,” he smiles, his eyes glazed over with arousal and happiness. And how the fuck can anyone say no to that?
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mitch
Ihave to remind myself several times as we undress that this is okay. That Ty wants this and I want it too. Because I do. I wanthim.As much as I crave Cal and thought that I would only ever crave him, Ty has now become as important to me as my husband. The lines have blurred, and it feels like my heart has expanded and made room for Ty inside, right next to Cal. Itfeelsright and when Ty finally stands completely naked in front of me, the last remnants of hesitation and doubt fall away.
Right;the word echoes through my head as I take in his slim physique, olive skin shimmering in the late afternoon light, vibrating with arousal, and his pierced nipples stand out, beckoning at me.Right;my heart chimes in as my gaze dips tohis stomach, his belly button winking at me, begging for me to dip my tongue into its hollow and just lick him everywhere and turn him inside out.Right;my chest squeezes tightly around my heart as I drink him in, his balls resting heavily between his thighs, his hardness slightly bent, pointing at me, the pink head glistening.Right;my entire body hums as I admire the works of art on his slender, toned legs. The intricate patterns in all the colors of the rainbow. The stories they tell, the tattoos adorning his thighs and calves. Of hardship and longing. Of loneliness and dreams. Of me. Because I’m there, too, intermingled in every brush of ink and every stab of the needle into his skin. I’m there. I think I was always there and I realize that running from Ty—running from how I feel about him—is fruitless. He’s part of who I am, just as I am clearly a part of him. We might be different people now, but the bond we share is the same: his heart is connected to mine by an invisible thread, stronger than an iron chain.
Reaching out, I take his hand in mine, tangling my fingers through his, and lead him to our bed. Trailing behind me, his body emanates unfiltered arousal. It hangs heavily in the air, surrounding us, guiding us over this threshold that will forever change us. My husband is my rock on this journey, my one constant, who has accepted this part of us even before I did. It’s so very Cal. He knows when to fight and when to give in, and I think he realized from the very beginning that there was no reason to fight this. It could only ever come to the same conclusion: Ty is ours and he belongs with us.
Cal’s waiting for us on the bed, smiling at me, his gaze heated. His nakedness has always been impressive, layers of muscle beneath his tanned skin, but now, as his careful gaze flickers between Ty and me, he’s more stunning than ever. Reaching out his hand toward Ty, he pulls him down on the bed next to him, their lips instantly meeting in a tender kiss. Ty is so small againstmy husband’s large frame and yet he’s so powerful, the entire bedroom filled with his presence. He’s everywhere; inside me, wrapped around me, his certainty guiding me.
Breaking free from Cal’s lips, Ty squeezes my hand reassuringly, his cinnamon eyes locking onto mine.
“Get me ready for you, Daddy,” he begs before he leans in and rests his forehead against mine. “I need to feel you inside me,” he murmurs against my lips. “Please, Daddy.” His plea licks at my skin like a thousand flames, my cock swelling, need pooling in my gut, in my balls, fucking everywhere. I claim his lips and suck them right into my mouth, a surprised whimper getting caught in Ty’s throat until it breaks free and escapes his lips. My tongue curls around his in a needy dance while my fingers trail down his shoulders, his spine, and his lower back, until they reach the generous swell of his ass. They fit so perfectly into my palms, two thick globes, the skin so soft beneath my hands. Digging my fingertips into his flesh, I pull him closer against me, our cocks brushing against each other, my mind short-circuiting with lust.
“Daddy,” Ty whines into my mouth, and from the corner of my eye, I watch Cal uncapping one of my many bottles of lube.
“Give me your hand, babe,” Cal hums, and I reluctantly let go of Ty’s ass with my right hand, holding it palm up in front of Cal. As he starts pouring the cool liquid into my palm, Ty moves between us, getting down on his knees, his chest and stomach flush against the sheets. His ass juts out as he sways his hips from side to side, burying his face in my pillow, groaning impatiently. Smearing the lube across my fingers, I suck in a breath, my gaze trailing along Ty’s ass cheeks, landing on that crease between them that hides what he’s about to give me. What he’s dying to give me from the looks of it.
“Dadddyyy,” he whines into the pillow, pushing his ass against my thighs, precum spilling from his cock, painting our sheets. “Get your fucking fingers inside me, Mitchy!” he shouts,his voice dipping over into a loud, guttural gurgle as I squeeze his ass harder. In a daze, I watch my hands push them apart, revealing that tiny pink pucker that’s been hidden away this entire time. Ty is hairless, such a contrast to Cal when I fuck him, reminding me they are not the same. That I’m about to fuck someone other than my husband.
“Get him ready, babe,” Cal hums, once again reading my mind. “You both want this.Needthis.” Then he grabs my right hand and moves my thumb toward Ty’s hole, placing it right above that vibrating bud.
“Fuck yes!” Ty screams, pushing his ass against my thumb, his hole swallowing it in one go.
“Holy shit,” Cal blurts, awe written across his face. “Look at our boy, babe. So fucking hungry for your cock.” He smacks his left palm against Ty’s right ass cheek, the skin jiggling as a pink bloom spreads across it.
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit,” Ty chants as his tightness wraps around my thumb, and he fucks himself on it in quick, shallow thrusts with his hips, his back arching as he takes me deeper. Every pore of his skin becomes alive, the dips and curves of his glorious body changing, moving, as light becomes shadows, and shadows become light again. “More,” he moans, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over with desire. “I need fucking more, Daddy.”
“Give him more, babe,” Cal hums against my ear before he bends down and digs his teeth into the plush pink flesh of Ty’s ass, pulling a desperate scream from his lips. And I give him more. I give our boy everything he craves. Pushing another finger into his hole, I move them in and out in languid strokes, curling them inside him until I find that soft spot deep inside. I feel Cal’s tongue next to my fingers as he laps at Ty’s rim hungrily, sucking the frail, stretched skin into his mouth, humming around it. Fuck. Brushing against Ty’s sweet spot, Itap at it, and it’s like pushing a magic button, causing Ty to spill all his dirty little secrets.
“Yes, Daddy, that’s fucking it! It feels so good. Please, please, please, give me your cock, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck my little boy hole. Please, Mitchy. Please. Fuck it real good.” Twisting his head from side to side, dark curls damp and ruffled as they spill into his face, Ty looks possessed. Like he’s reached that place where he’s lost all control over his body and it doesn’t belong to him anymore. It belongs to me. And as if he has read my mind, Ty begs, “Please, Daddy. It’s yours. Take it. It was only ever yours. Yours and Cal’s. Take it. Take me.”
And how can I not? How can I deny him this when he begs for it? When heneedsit. When he needsme. Pulling my fingers from his hole, I watch Cal replace them with his tongue, keeping Ty’s hole ready and pliant for me. Ty pushes his ass into Cal’s face and I swear to everything holy—or un-fucking-holy—that this image will stay with me forever.
My husband’s tongue and face—everything—buried between Ty’s pink ass cheeks.
Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I unwrap it, my fingers shaking, my body pulsing with arousal. Sheathing my cock, I lather it in more lube, giving myself a few much-needed strokes. Cal emerges from Ty’s ass, his eyes swimming, his beard glistening with the proof of Ty’s arousal mixed in with saliva and lube. Fuck, I love my husband. I love him so much. And I tell him just that in between Ty’s restless, impatient whimpers.
“I love you, Cal. I love you so fucking much.” Then my voice breaks. “Thank you,” I croak. “Thank you for this moment. Thank you for him.” My chest heaves, gratitude filling my body. Cal leans in and kisses me tenderly, Ty’s scent, taste, juices everywhere.
“Anything for you, my love,” Cal whispers the words into my mouth and I swallow them down. “Now, fuck him,” he demands,heat sparking through his eyes. “Fuck him like you mean it, babe,” the asshole winks. And I do. Moving up behind Ty’s ass, I align my cockhead against his pucker. Sucking in a breath, I slowly enter him, inch by inch, his soft heat giving way to my hardness as he stretches to accommodate me. His walls ripple around me as I take him, invade him, making him mine.
“Daddy, Daddy, Dadddyyy!” Ty whines, squirming around me. It’s a lot. I know it is. But I’m not giving him any more than he can take. And I tell him that.
