“Already came. Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers, avoiding my gaze. “I couldn’t help myself. Your cum made me come.” Fuck, my heart. I can’t take it, our boy looking away from me like that.
“Hey now,” I murmur. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’ll work another load out of you later.” He looks up right away, his eyes locking on to mine.
“You promise, Daddy?”
“I promise.” And the smile that spreads across Ty’s face is worth all the money in our joint savings account. Hell, all the riches in the world.
“What’s under the bandage?” Cal blurts out of nowhere. “What’s under it? Show me,” he demands. Shit, I completely forgot about that, but apparently, Cal has regained his composure after having his brains sucked out through his dick. Ty smiles and his gaze dips to his thigh. Carefully, his fingers start peeling off the bandage, revealing black ink, the skin surrounding it red and puffy. Without a word, Ty looks back up at Cal and me, vulnerability painted across his beautiful face, along with something else. Love. So much love. As I take in the tattoo, the ink slowly comes together beneath the watery surface.
Hands. Three of them. One small against the other two. Wrapped around each other. It’s difficult to see where one ends and the others begin. Fingers intermingled with fingers. Two are wearing wedding bands, the fingers broad, the smaller handalmost cradled between them. Something’s written in script underneath the tattoo, but I can’t make it out.
“What does it say?” I whisper, my heart getting caught in my throat as my hand finds Cal’s next to me, squeezing around it.
“My heart is too big for just one of you,”Ty smiles through what I can now tell are tears and not just drops of water on his cheeks.
“Jesus, baby,” Cal croaks, as I reach for Ty, pulling him from the shower floor and up against us, wrapping my arms around him.
“Not Jesus,” he sobs into my chest. “Just me. Ty.” And fuck my life, if that isn’t the truth and the understatement of a lifetime all in one sentence. Because there isn’t anythingjustabout Ty. He’s everything. I smile into his hair as Cal laughs in that deep guttural way of his, “Shit, babe, we gotta let the kid out on his own more often.” Then he pinches Ty’s chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting his head. “Look at you, being such a good boy for your Daddies, surprising us with a damn fine tattoo like that.”
“He was always here,” Ty nods eagerly. “Just took some Daddy Dick to dig him out.” He beams at us, his lips bruised from said Daddy Dick. Then he snorts, “As it turns out, all I needed was some TMC.”
“TMC? Dontcha mean TLC?” Cal snorts, too.
“Nope,” Ty says, popping the p. “TMC. Two Massive Cocks, Cal-Bear. Now, do I get my reward?”
“Jes—” I blurt but catch myself, because who needs Jesus when you’ve got the best boy to ever walk this earth? Ty’s my religion. Cal too. My men.
“What do you want for a reward, baby?” Cal asks carefully. “You wanna come again, baby?”
“Not yet, silly,” Ty grins, then frowns adorably. “Can we get pumpkins?”Aaand…I didn’t see that coming. “I wanna make apumpkin family outside,” Ty continues, unfazed. “On the porch. With a pumpkin boy, two Daddies, and a dog too. You can make soup, Cal. Pumpkin, and not that dumb traitor soup with those yucky onions.”
“Will you stop with that soup already? It was good,” I protest, while still grinning like an idiot.
“Not as good as…” Ty smacks his lips while Cal curses, reaching for a towel.
“I’ll get the pumpkins,” Cal sighs, acting all annoyed when really I can tell that he’s bursting with excitement about the damn pumpkin family, too. “I’ll take Bree for a quick walk too while I’m at it,” he leans in, pressing a kiss against Ty’s forehead before he ravishes my mouth like nobody’s business.
“Hey!” Ty pouts. “Why does Mitchy get the good stuff?”
“You’re getting pumpkins, so stop being a brat,” Cal winks, before he starts drying himself off.
After drying Ty and me, I smear the tattoo aftercare that was in the mysterious bag onto his skin. When he winces, I kiss the puffy skin surrounding it, once again reading the words beneath our joined hands. Then I wrap him in a fluffy blanket and walk him to our bed, gently laying him down, as I wrap myself around him. That’s when I hear them, muffled against my naked chest.The words that have been burning inside me all day, eager to be spoken.
“I love you, Mitch. So much.” He hesitates. “More than I ever thought possible.” My heart swells in my chest, and I squeeze him tighter against me, whispering my truth, which is identical to his, into his damp curls.
“I love you too, baby. So much. Never stopped.” A tremble courses through Ty’s body, and then a deep sigh follows.
“Me neither. Never.”
“There was always this hole in my heart waiting to be filled. Just waiting for you, Ty,” I admit.
“Yeah? For real?” His voice sounds so frail, so needy, that I can’t help smiling into his hair, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.
“For real,for real. The three of us. It’s everything I ever wanted. I didn’t have the words, I guess, but it’s you. And Cal. You two are my world. My past and my present, coming together. My future. It just feels right.”
“I know. I feel it too, Daddy.” Then he hesitates. “I wanna tell Cal too.”
“What baby?”
