Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

HUCK

Silas wriggles in front of me, and certainty settles in my soul. He’s mine. Ours. I know Ava and I can bring the stability and love he needs in order to flourish as a man in ways he’s never had the chance to. Excitement surges through me now that it’s time to claim him and bring him between us where he belongs.

“Do you want to touch her breasts, boy?”

He nods frantically, head bumping against my shoulder. His hand doesn’t move yet as he waits for my instruction. Without a struggle, Silas slides into a submissive space and has my balls tightening with need.

“Touch me, Si. Pinch my nipples and make me feel good.” Ava guides his hand under her own to play with her breast, leaning her torso away from him to give me a show. Fuck, I love this woman.

“Huck, sir, please. I need—” He doesn’t finish the thought, instead moaning and pushing his ass backwards into my groin.

“My boy wants to be touched? To have his little asshole stretched and stroked so he’s ready for me? Ava, darling, let our boy taste how delicious those sexy nipples are while I grab a few things.”

Pulling myself away from them, to go grab lube and condoms from my suitcase, is hard. Silas makes it even more difficult when he peeks over his shoulder to watch me before giving his attention back to Ava.

“This isn’t my room.”

It’s not a question, but I understand his confusion. He was so out of it last night it would be a surprise if he remembered much of anything. The label had agreed to call in a private medic to assess him when we’d insisted, but they’d flat-out refused to call the police. Jameson promised us the security team would ensure the authorities got notified, but he made us promise we wouldn’t let anyone see Silas in the condition he was in.

Knowing how deeply proud he is of demonstrating how much he’s changed and grown, we understood why the label and his bandmates were loath to call the police. Still, I’ll be damned if I let my boy be thrown back into the grip of addiction. Especially not against his will. He might not realize it, but Ava and I are done hovering on the fringes of his life. He needs us, and we need him.

“Is this your room? How fucked up was I last night?” He’s stressed, and it hurts my heart. The switch from warm, compliant submissive to anxiousness gives me whiplash.

“We brought you to our room to take care of you, sweet boy. You weren’t fucked up. You were drugged without your consent.” There’s firm love in the comfort Ava offers.

Is it depraved of me to find it sexy as fuck the way my wife lovingly caresses the man I want to impale on my cock? If so, I’ll accept the label. Because nothing else in the universe could be this arousing. Still, it’s obvious, no matter how willing Silas is to be intimate with us, there are questions that need to be answered first. So I’ll rein in the lust. For now.

“Okay. That makes sense. I feel kinda hungover. Haven’t had that happen in a long time. I wonder if…” Si gets quiet.

“If?” I prompt.

“If this means I’m starting over on day one again.” Sorrow pours from him, and my simmering arousal cools in the face of it. My lust wanes as the need to console and coddle him pushes to the forefront.

Ava’s tear-filled eyes meet mine over Si’s shoulder, and I know she’s as torn up by his misery as I am. For every bit as much as I want to make love to him and claim him for ours, this isn’t the right time. Bitter regret makes my throat sting as, instead of grabbing condoms and lube, I snag a pair of jeans and a shirt from my suitcase.

I feel my wife’s eyes on me when I grab the fluffy robe hanging from the bathroom door for her to slip into. After all these years together, she’s as in sync with me as ever. Ava looks back to Silas before craning forward to capture his mouth in a soft kiss. The intense lust from just a few minutes ago is like a phantom in the room as gentle affection washes through me.

“Sobriety is on your terms, Si. Only you can decide whether being assaulted means your count begins again.” Her words carry the weight of worry and fear.

We’ll do everything in our power to support him. But if the self destructive emotions that led him down the path of addiction resurface, only Silas can stomp them down.

“A-as-assaulted? But you said—” Si breaks into a sob.

Ava looks to me, helpless with our heartbroken boy curled against her crying. I realize he doesn’t realize she meant assault by being drugged without his consent. Not physically or sexually assaulted.

“Silas.”

If he hears me, he gives no indication. His breathing speeds up as he becomes almost hysterical.

“Silas Henry Green. Look at me.” The command has his head lifting from my wife’s shoulder and turning to face me immediately. Teardrops sparkle on his lashes, turning them into sharp little spikes of onyx over his mournful brown eyes.

“Do you believe I’d ever let someone put their hands on you without your consent if I was present to stop it?”

“N-no?” he croaks hesitantly.

“Even if I didn’t consider you mine, and you’ve been mine for a lot longer than you know, I wouldn’t let someone hurt you.”

“Yours?” The way the word sighs from him, while he’s still buried against Ava, steals my heart. Under all that stereotypical rockstar swagger, Silas Green is just a needy man desperate for someone to see through those trappings. To claim him and take the burden of control from his shoulders and just let him be him. Lucky for him, Ava and I see him. All of him.

“Ours,” Ava whispers. She cups his chin in her hands and kisses him softly before untangling from his octopus hold and rising from the bed. She crosses to me and takes the robe from me before slipping past me to the bathroom.

“Are you okay with throwing on some of my sweats, so we can grab some food and talk? I think it’s necessary, whether we want to or not.”

“I guess.” He pouts, rolling onto his back to face me while I dress. The way the sheet tents over his lap makes it obvious he’s hard, despite all the emotional upheaval. It’s a reminder of how much younger he is. How my dick used to chub up just being in a room with people I desired sexually. These days it may take a bit more to get it going, but not much. Just watching his erection jerk and move under the sheet has mine twitching, too.

“Don’t pout. Be a good boy and come grab some clothes.”

He perks when I tell him to be a good boy, and I make a mental note of the way praise makes him blush.

Silas retrieves the sweats and T-shirt I hold out from him and tugs them over trim hips and broad shoulders just as Ava comes out of the bathroom. Her freshly washed face glows with the same beauty I’ve adored since I was too young to drive. I pull both of them into my arms, kissing them each in turn.

“Everything’s going to be just fine.” I tell them both. And it will be, because I’ll make sure of it.