Seth pulled into the garage and eased inside the house. He found Beck waiting for him in the foyer with a whiskey in hand and a deep frown creasing his features.
That wasn’t a good omen.
“I hurried. What happened?” Seth asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
Beck didn’t sugarcoat it. “I caught Hudson and Casen sharing Casen’s girlfriend, Brielle. Walked in on them just after the deed was done. Hudson had to pull out of the girl’s ass to have a conversation with me.”
Seth closed his eyes, feeling as if he’d been sucker punched. Anger flooded him, followed immediately by a wave of guilt that made his stomach churn. Would Hudson have tried a threesome if he hadn’t come here? If he hadn’t known that his dad and Beck shared Heavenly?
Probably not.
“Fuck.”
“Casen and Brielle left. Hudson’s in his room, probably shitting his pants because I refused to keep his antics to myself. He’s not expecting you until tomorrow, but…” Beck shrugged. “My philosophy is, when you need to come down like a ton of bricks, there’s no time like the present.”
Seth ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Thanks for breaking that shit up.”
“You’re welcome.” Beck drained his glass and turned toward the stairs.
“Wait.” Seth stopped him. “Come with me? I think we should do this together.”
Beck paused, one foot on the bottom step. “Because?”
“As far as I’m concerned, if Hudson’s staying here, we’re all going to be responsible for him. I don’t want him getting the idea that all he has to do to get away with shit is wait for me to leave the house.”
Beck nodded. “I didn’t want to step on your toes, but you’re right. We have to deal with Hudson as a cohesive unit. If Heavenly wasn’t in pain and already asleep, I’d suggest she come, too.”
“I’ll loop her in tomorrow,” Seth decided. “For now, we need to deal with my son.”
Beck fell in beside him as they headed down to Hudson’s room. Seth knocked once, then opened the door without waiting for permission. Hudson sat on his bed in sweats and a T-shirt, phone in hand. He looked up with the expression of a kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“We need to talk.” Seth stepped into the room, Beck close behind.
Hudson set his phone aside. “What’s the big fucking deal? So I had sex. It’s hardly the first time. I don’t need you two on my dick.”
“After the shit you pulled tonight, you’re lucky you still have a dick,” Beck said dryly.
Seth nodded. “As long as you’re legally a child and you’re living under my roof, I’ll do whatever I need to keep you safe and on the straight and narrow. Beck and I have some questions, and you’re going to answer them. Honestly.”
Hudson glanced between them, clearly weighing his options. Finally, he sighed. “Whatever.”
“Was this your first threesome?” Beck asked without preamble.
“Holy shit. You said questions, not an interrogation. Don’t I get any privacy around here?” Hudson protested.
“You’re sixteen,” Beck said flatly. “Living in our house. Privacy is earned.”
Hudson glared at both of them. “This is bullshit.”
“Answer his question,” Seth snapped.
Hudson’s cheeks flushed, but he lifted his chin. “Yeah. It was. Okay?”
“It needs to be the last time for a long while. First time having anal sex?” Seth continued.
“No.”
Jesus. How sexually active had Hudson been? And for how long? Was there anything else he hadn’t tried?
