Chapter Twenty | Owen

I could tell something was up when Chad walked into the house. He didn't call out to us. Skylar frowned, leapt into action, and intercepted him as Chad made a beeline for his office, walking way too fast, his head down. I joined them in the long hallway that extended off the living room.

Skylar gripped Chad's shoulder as Chad stared at the floor.

"What's going on, burly bear?"

It was the first time I'd heard Skylar use a pet name for Chad. It suited him. Chad was built like a burly bear. A cuddly, affectionate burly teddy bear.

"Tania knows about Owen and me," Chad replied. "She confronted me about it."

"It's none of her damned business," I said. "What exactly did she say?"

"That our affair makes the office look bad."

"That's bullshit," Skylar responded and gripped the back of Chad's neck. "You know it is."

Chad shook his head. "No, she has a point. I'm married."

"Then we pull back at work," I said. "Don't be obvious enough that people talk."

"No, I don't want—"

Then he hesitated. Was Chad about to break things off with me? My heart wasn't ready for that kind of rejection. I loved Chad. I wanted all the things with him. I wanted a forever relationship. I hoped we had infinite years in front of us .

This couldn't be the end.

"I told her we have no intention of ending what we're doing," Chad finished.

I exhaled a long shuddering breath filled with relief. "What did she say to that?"

"That one of us has to leave the agency."

What?

I slapped my hand to my forehead. I hadn't seen that coming. I'd been with the agency for over ten years. I was well-established. Made them lots of money every year. Chad and I were their top agents, and they were treating us like this. Talk about shooting themselves in the foot.

"I'll move agencies," I said.

Chad rushed to me and gripped my biceps. "No, I'm new there. I'll go."

I pulled Chad into my arms and tucked my face against his neck. "Stop. I need a change."

He hugged me tight. "Are you sure?"

I tipped my face closer to him and kissed his neck. I licked my lips and gathered my nerve. "The man I love is not going to disrupt his career for me. I won't allow it."

"Fuck, Owen." Chad pulled back and held my face. He had tears collecting in his eyes as he gave me a firm and solid kiss. "I love you too," he whispered when he released my mouth.

I flung my arms around him, my heart soaking in his words of love. It had never felt so full. I clung to Chad as big love overwhelmed me. I hummed as Skylar wrapped his arms around us.

I didn't want this to end.

I turned to Skylar and kissed him. Then back to Chad. Then Skylar kissed Chad. He had a hand on the back of each of our necks, his thumbs caressing our cheeks.

Tears formed in Skylar's eyes .

"I'm overwhelmed with emotion right now," he said, laughing while a tear streaked down his skin. "I love you both so much. Knowing you love one another brings me so much joy."

Skylar released his grip on our necks, ran his hands onto our lower backs, and encouraged us to step closer, then moved away from us. Chad wrapped his arms around my waist, locking them low on my back, and rocked me back and forth in a slow dance. I dangled my arms around his neck and played with his hair as I gazed into his warm brown eyes.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled, bordering on giddy. "I love you too."

I was quick to accept the caress of his lips on mine. He hummed against my mouth as he continued to dance with me. He pulled back. "I want to make love to you."

We both looked at Skylar.

He smiled at us. "Take this time together. I can entertain myself."

Our hands linked, me trailing behind him, Chad and I headed back down the hallway and upstairs to the bedroom, taking our time, and savouring the meaningful journey.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. Kissing and touching, no longer needing to hide how we felt about one another. Tears pooled in both our eyes as Chad rocked into me, expressing the depth of our love. We'd started as adversaries. The emotion between us had always been strong. Now, it had been flipped on its head. I loved this man and couldn't get enough of him.

My nerves were getting the better of me but now that words of love had been exchanged, my family needed to be made aware of my relationship status.

I wasn't sure how they'd react .

When I entered the house, I could hear Matthew talking to my mom in the kitchen. I slipped off my shoes and headed there. My mom was making tea, and Matthew was sitting at the table.

"Oh, Owen … what a pleasant surprise," my mom said.

I licked my dry lips and swallowed to clear my throat. "I have some news I want to tell you. Where's Dad? I'd like for him to be here too."

"Dad!" my mom shouted. "Can you come into the kitchen? Owen has news."

I wrapped my arms around my middle as we waited for him. He finally arrived, looking disgruntled. We'd likely interrupted his crossword puzzle time.

I sat in a chair. "I've fallen in love."

My mom lifted her trembling hands to her mouth. "Owen … how wonderful."

"Yeah, congratulations, brother," Matthew replied. "Tell us about him."

I took a deep breath. "It's not one guy."

My dad frowned. "What does that mean?"

"I've fallen in love with two men."

My mom lowered her hands. "You're cheating on them?"

"No, Mom. They both know. They're married to one another."

My dad grunted and left the room. I had anticipated his reaction. He'd been the hardest on me when I'd come out as gay. Saying he didn't want a gay son. This had to be pushing him too far.

My mom sat across from me. "Why, Owen? I don't understand."

"I fell in love with Skylar first." I smiled. "He's amazing. So loving and attentive." I folded my hands on the table. "He encouraged me to get to know his husband better."

"Why would he do that?" Matthew asked .

"He thought we'd be good for one another."

"You're going to need to back up," my mom said. "Why would this man date you in the first place if he's married?"

"They have an open relationship."

"So … his husband didn't mind that this Skylar was seeing you?"

"The way I understand it, Chad encouraged him to date me."

My mom leaned back in her chair and placed her hand on her chest. "I don't understand that."

"You don't need to understand, Mom. Chad and I got to know one another, and we got on so well, we started dating. And dating turned to falling in love. The man is adorable."

"Now, you're committed to both of them," Matthew said.

"I love them both with everything my heart has to offer."

"How is that going to work?" my mom asked.

That was the question I was asking myself too. The three of us were having sex together but there hadn't been any talk of my becoming part of their relationship. And it wasn't up to me to bring it up. They were the established couple. They needed to decide to invite me in.

"I don't honestly know," I answered.

"They haven't said?" Matthew asked.

"Right now, we're enjoying what we have."

Matthew smirked at me. "I can only imagine."

I laughed. "Please don't."

"Boys, don't … I'd rather not know. Does this mean you're not getting married? Is that what you're saying? That you'd rather get into a relationship with a married couple."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I've never felt love like this. Please be happy for me."

"How do you know they won't get tired of you and want you out of the relationship? "

"I don't know that. Right now, we're in love and that's all that matters."

My mom sighed. "Your dad is never going to accept this."

"I have no illusions that he would, but his lack of approval isn't going to change things."

"You're committed to this type of lifestyle?"

"If you insist on calling it that … yes." I rose from my chair. "I need to get back to work. I just wanted to come by and share my news with you."

"Bombshell, Owen," Matthew said. "Glad I was here for it." He reached for my hand and shook it. "The congratulations stand. I'm thrilled you finally found love."

"Thanks, Matthew. I appreciate it."

Before I left, my mom gave me a tight hug. Pretty sure she was crying. I hated doing that to her, but I felt confident in the love the three of us shared. My family needed to be told.

I was firmly planted in my relationship with both men.

The only thing bothering me was where we went from here.

It was difficult to stay my distance from Skylar as we entered a grand ballroom in our tuxedos. I felt out of my depth. I could see why Chad didn't like to go to these events with his husband. Not to mention, it was the first time I'd been in Toronto. I felt like an insignificant small-town boy.

"You'll do fine," Skylar said. "Remember to breathe."

The corporate function for Aldec Pharmaceuticals was an annual spring event. A chance for the investors to converse with the management and scientists working to increase their bottom line. When I'd agreed to go with Skylar, I hadn't realized how high-end the event would be.

The necessity for tuxedos should have been my first clue .

Topped with the fact we couldn't let on we were there together as a couple; I felt queasy as we pulled up in the limousine Skylar had hired for the night.

On the trip over, he had chatted and laughed with the driver whom he'd known for many years. It appeared the lavish lifestyle unfolding before me was familiar to Skylar.

Call me stupid, but until I saw his luxurious apartment, vast wardrobe, and impressive choice of expensive cars in the garage, I hadn't known my boyfriend was loaded.

Skylar took two flutes of what I imagined was champagne from a server's tray and handed me one. The bubbles tickled my nose as I took a healthy sip. As I consumed it, I drank in Skylar too. It wasn't often I saw him wearing any kind of pants. Skirts were his go-to. Especially the long black leather kilts. He looked damned edible in the tuxedo with his long lean legs.

He lifted his arm toward the crowd and started walking into the thick of them. He offered niceties to a few groups of people and small talk as if he were on a stage. I knew Skylar was confident, but he was in his element here. He left each group chuckling at something he had said.

I offered my input on conversations, successfully, but oh, my god, I wanted to clutch Skylar's arm to steady my discomfort. We approached a tall man with greying sideburns next.

"Good to see you." Skylar reached out and shook the man's hand.

"I'm glad you could make it, considering your weekends are so sacred to you."

Ouch.

Who was this guy?

"Quite." Skylar cleared his throat. "I'd like you to meet Owen. He was gracious enough to accompany me tonight." He touched my elbow. "Owen, this is Damian Mullen, my dad."

His dad ?

Why so impersonal?

"Pleasure, Owen." Damian shook my hand and then looked at Skylar. "No Chad again."

"You know he hates these things."

Damian turned his attention back to me. "What do you do for work, Owen?"

"I'm a real estate agent. I work with Chad."

Damian frowned. "And you just happened to be in Toronto."

For fuck's sake.

I'd screwed that one up. Now, I'd made Skylar's dad suspicious of me.

"I'm visiting family," I lied.

"I was looking forward to speaking to Sean again," he said to Skylar.

Skylar turned to me. "For some reason Sean's line of work fascinates my dad."

My heart pattered. It seemed I had competition when it came to garnering Damian's attention. "Does Chad talk much about real estate with you?" I asked, hoping to pique his interest.

"Some," he replied. "Do you sell the same type of properties as him?"

"All high-end, yes. Usually nothing under three million."

"You must be respected by your pool of buyers and sellers."

"I work hard for them and have the discerning eye they're looking for."

Damian waved his hand to one side. "This and our city must be out of your depth."

I smiled at him, unsure of his intention. "Yeah, it's a bit overwhelming. "

"Skylar will take care of you. This kind of life is in his blood." I'm not sure if that was a jab at me or if he was simply proud of his son for being adept in this environment.

"Let's mingle some more," Skylar said to me.

I nodded at Damian. "It was nice to meet you." As Skylar led me away from him, I released a long breath. "Did I do all right with your dad?"

"It's impossible to do right with him." He stopped walking, turned, and gripped my arm gently. "In my eyes, bunny, you did wonderful."

My cheeks heated. I took another sip of my champagne to calm my reaction to his praise before it made my dick hard. I followed him through the crowds of people.

After talking to a few more, it became easier, and I found myself having fun. I felt proud to be by Sklyar's side and that eased my nerves. He took every opportunity to smile at me as I conversed with different groups. Some were investors and some staff. All were fascinating.

When we got back to Skylar's apartment, he pressed me against the back of his front door and endeavoured to devour my mouth. He pinned my hands above my head and took what he wanted from me. I wanted to give him everything I held sacred. My body—my mind … everything.

I groaned as he ground against me, his knee between my thighs.

The tuxedos didn't make it to the bedroom. Our frantic hands yanked them off our bodies before we left the front entry. Looking up at Skylar as he thrust into me in a bed unfamiliar to me, I couldn't help but feel special. He'd asked me here and introduced me to his dad.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips as he pumped into me.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, my hands holding his face. "You're my forever. "

"Damn, bunny … straight to my heart."

So much euphoria overtook me, I felt faint. I could never have imagined a love like this. So total, my heart was adhered to Skylar's, beating as one with his. Total unison.

Long passionate moments passed, then exhausted by the gala and our lovemaking, Skylar and I snuggled together, a tangle of arms and legs seeking contact points.

"Can I tell you something?" Skylar said.

I shifted slightly so I could see his face. "Always."

"I'm feeling a little vulnerable."

I raised my body onto one elbow to look down at him. "Why? From the gala tonight?"

Skylar shook his head. "I love you both so much … it makes me nervous. What if I fuck it up? I feel like I've taken on a lot. You both rely on me to be there for you."

I furrowed my brow. "You're not going to fuck it up. Being a caring and supportive man is who you are. You can't help yourself. You'd never let us down. I absolutely believe that."

Skylar sighed and placed his hand over his eyes.

"What if I'm not enough for the two of you?"

"God, Skylar." I lifted his hand off his face and kissed his knuckles. "You are more than enough. I'm speaking for both Chad and me. You will never be deficient in our eyes."

He brushed some sweaty hair off my forehead. "You really are perfect."

So are you.

"No more doubts, all right." I kissed him. "I love you. I'll always love you. So will Chad."

Skylar gave me a weak smile. "Come here." He gathered me in his arms and kissed my head. I'm sure I fell asleep before him. His heart was beating fast when I started to nod off .

I slipped into sleep thinking about the fact it was the first time Skylar had opened up to me about any kind of uncertainty. It made me feel good that he trusted me.

Also, reminded me that we were in a partnership.

We needed one another.

How did all three of us fit together?

I had quite a few hours until my flight back to Victoria and Skylar had promised to meet with his dad this afternoon, so I was going to be at a loose end. We had an amazing morning together. He made gorgeous pancakes for us and operated his expresso machine like a professional.

I hadn't realized he was so good in the kitchen.

It gave me a bit of a fright when a stout, older woman appeared and began to tackle the mess Skylar had made in the kitchen. I raised my eyebrows at him and jerked my head toward her.

He put his hand on her shoulder. His touch was affectionate "This is Marian. She's been with me for almost five years." He smiled at her. "She keeps my life in order."

She chuckled and swatted Skylar. "This boy doesn't need me for that. I just clean."

Skylar laughed and guided me out of the kitchen. "I'm going to stop by the lab before seeing my dad. I have a bit of paperwork to do that he's looking to discuss." He stroked my face. "Are you going to be all right on your own in our dirty and congested city?"

"I'll manage."

I followed him to the front entry where he donned a winter coat. My carry-on bag was there and ready to go. I grabbed my coat and joined him in the elevator.

The foyer of the building dumped us out in an expensive area of downtown Toronto. Skylar grabbed the collar of my coat and gave me a sound kiss .

"See you on Wednesday night," he said. "Text me when you're safe at home."

"Will do." I laughed as Skylar pulled me closer to him and then lay an inappropriate kiss on me considering we were on the sidewalk with crowds of people walking past us.

"Love you."

I was reluctant to let him go. "Love you too." I was going in the opposite direction from him. I wanted to see the Royal Ontario Museum, and then the Art Gallery of Ontario. As long as I was at the airport two hours ahead of my late evening flight, I'd be fine.

As the day progressed, I couldn't shake the knowledge Skylar was in the same city as me and that despite all the people, I was lonely and anxious to see him again.

When the time came for me to catch a cab to the airport, I found myself sitting in a restaurant, picking my way through a light dinner of salad. I couldn't leave. It was desperate and pathetic, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to be in his arms for another night. A repeat of last night.

Skylar had shared his concerns with me. I wanted to reassure him that there was nothing he could do that would make me feel insecure about his love for me.

Two hours later, I was back at his apartment. I wanted to surprise him. The man behind the front desk gave me a strange look, wrinkled his brow, but turned the key in the elevator to give me access to the penthouse floor. My heart kicked up, excited by the prospect of seeing Skylar again.

I rang his buzzer.

Marian opened the door. Her expression gave me the impression she was concerned to see me, her entire brow creased. "Is Skylar expecting you? I thought you were flying out tonight."

"I decided to stay another night. Thought I'd surprise him. "

She didn't step back to let me in. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Oh, my god … no.

Heat rushed to my ears, and it felt as if my heart tumbled into my stomach. I dropped my baggage and clenched my fists. This couldn't be happening. "Is he with someone?"

"Skylar is my employer. I'm not at liberty to say."

I slammed my hand against the door, pushed it open, and shoved my way past her, headed straight for the bedroom. I burst in through the doorway. Skylar had some guy on his hands and knees on the bed, his cock pounding his ass. My entrance into the room startled Skylar.

"Jeezus, Owen." Skylar spun to face me. "Why aren't you on your flight?"

"I wanted to surprise you." I couldn't stop tears from gathering. "Who's this?"

The guy he'd been fucking looked over his shoulder at me.

Chad.

I dropped to my knees, relief flowing through me. Nearly collapsing, I sat on my heels, sobbing. I'd never been so terrified in my life. I trusted this man with my life and the possibility that my trust had been misplaced had torn me apart. I looked up at Skylar racing toward me.

He kneeled in front of me and pulled me into his arms.

"Oh, bunny … I'm so sorry I scared you."

I shook my head. He wasn't completely off the hook. I sucked in a snotty breath. "Why didn't you tell me Chad was coming to see you tonight?"

Chad crawled to the edge of the bed. "I surprised him. Showed up a few minutes ago."

I looked back and forth between Skylar and Chad. They were a married couple. Of course, they were going to find time for one another .

Where the hell do I fit in?

I struggled to my feet, shoving Skylar away from me. "I'll go."

Chad stepped off the bed. "You don't need to do that."

I took a step back. "I'm intruding." The sound of my name being called followed me to the front door. I yanked it open and took off into the hallway, the elevator in sight.

How stupid could I have been?

I'd never fully belong with them.

I pounded the elevator button. I needed to get out of there. Tiny shatters of my broken heart felt as though they were piercing my lungs, I could barely breathe.

I jumped when a hand came down on my shoulder. "Owen."

I closed my eyes. I loved the sound of Skylar's voice. The thought of never hearing it again was almost too much. I felt like crumpling to the floor again.

"Come back to the apartment." Chad came into view as I turned away from the elevator. He and Skylar were standing in the hallway in haphazardly pulled-on underwear and nothing else.

"This is our fault," Skylar said. "We haven't been entirely honest with you."

I wrapped my arms around my middle. "You don't want me."

Chad stepped forward. "God … no, Owen. That's not it at all."

"Come back inside," Skylar said as he held my arm. "All three of us need to talk."

The elevator door opened. I looked inside, trying to decide what to do. My attention wandered to Skylar and then to Chad. I loved these men. My shoulders slumped, my urge to run defeated .

There was so much love for me in their eyes. They had chased after me. I wanted to protect my heart, but I was also overwhelmingly desperate to hear what they had to say.

"Come on." Skylar took my hand, and I let him lead me back to the apartment. Marian was nowhere to be seen as we took a seat in the living room. I sat across from the two of them.

Skylar frowned but nodded. "I get it. You don't trust us."

I scooted forward on my seat. "That's not it. I just don't feel like I have a place here."

"Of course, you have a place here," Chad replied. "We should have said something sooner, Owen. That's on us. We never wanted you to feel the way you do tonight."

"Left out? Yeah, pretty damned obvious you're the established married couple."

"I feel responsible," Skylar said. "We had opportunities to speak to you, and we didn't."

"About what?" I crossed my arms. "We're here now and I feel like shit. So, speak."

Skylar clasped his hands together and leaned forward. "We want you together with us."

My mind nearly locked up as my thoughts skidded to a halt.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Are you familiar with polyamorous relationships?" Skylar asked.

My brows rose as my hands began to tremble. I needed to clarify. I needed to make sure I fully understood. "That's what you want … polyamorous … with me?"

"We'd love for you to be part of our family," Chad said.

"Honestly, you already are," Skylar added.

I could hear my pulse drumming in my ears.

"Would you be interested in that?" Chad asked.

Words escaped me. The most I could do was blink. I had dreamed of the three of us together. I wanted everything they appeared to be offering. I nodded as tears streaked down my cheeks.

Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.

Skylar reached for me. "Come sit with us."

I propelled myself to the couch they were seated on and sat on the other side of Skylar from Chad who reached for my hand. I clung to it and placed my head on Skylar's shoulder.

"I love you both so much," I blubbered.

"We love you too, bunny."

I looked up and laughed. It was Chad who had spoken. "Not you too."

Chad smiled. "You're welcome to call me burly bear. We're going to share everything now."

That sounded amazing, but the details could be worked out later. Skylar held my chin and kissed me. He released me, rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip, and turned to Chad.

I leaned closer as Skylar and Chad kissed, enthralled by their love. Chad moved his lips to mine and took control. Skylar kissed the sides of our mouths. His tongue tickled our lips.

We invited him in, taking turns to tangle with and taste him.

Skylar rose to his feet, and we followed. He took our hands, watching us both, and walked backward down the hall to the bedroom. Once there, he removed his underwear and went to lay on the bed on his back, head on a pillow. He bent his knees and placed his feet on the bed.

Mesmerized by what was unfolding, I took off my clothes as Skylar brushed his fingers over his hole. Chad crawled toward him and kissed each of his knees, then looked over his shoulder at me. I joined them, kneeling beside Skylar. He cradled our faces in each hand.

"I want you both," he said .

My heart stuttered and my pulse took up a frantic rhythm, loud in my ears. I placed my hand on Skylar's chest, leaned down, and kissed him to calm myself.

When I retreated, Chad had positioned himself between Skylar's legs, a bottle of lube in one hand, shaking it, then squeezing out a handful. He looked at me. "Tuck in beside me."

Skylar moved one leg to accommodate me. His chest rose and fell, expanding his ribcage with more force than I was used to seeing with him. Turning over his body was rare for him.

Chad prodded Skylar's hole with one finger then slipped inside. Skylar was silent but his hands grabbed the skin on his flat stomach. Chad nudged me and offered me some lube.

I pressed my lubed finger in beside Chad's and moved in unison with him, pumping in and out of Skylar. I let Chad add a second finger first. Skylar groaned and slapped his hands onto his knees and clung on. After a moment of tightness around our fingers, Skylar relaxed.

My second finger found no resistance.

We were gentle with Skylar's hole. We waited until he was groaning and grinding his ass into the bed before relenting. Chad shuffled back, put his hand on my shoulder, and nudged me.

I nodded blindly. My sight only cleared as I looked down at the first man I had ever truly loved. This wasn't fucking. I crept closer to Skylar. This was us making love—together.

My cockhead at his opening, Skylar gripped my bicep and whispered, "I love you," to me. I sucked in a breath of disbelief. This was my new life. I held one of his legs with my hand, bent at the knee, and slowly pushed into him. My name spilled from Skylar's lips as he clung to me.

Chad moved to Skylar's side, bent close, and covered his lips with his own. He raked his hand into Skylar's hair. I closed my eyes, the feel of Skylar's tight, velvety channel on my bare cock making my mind spin. I tipped my hips back and thrust them forward.

Skylar invited me to kiss him when Chad moved away. Chad's hands came to rest on my lower back, rocking my hips, sinking my cock deeper and deeper as I became lost in Skylar's lips.

Chad stroked his hand up my spine, reminding me he was there. I eased out of Skylar and let Chad in past me. He lubed up his cock and filled the space I had left behind in our beautiful lover.

I sat beside them, watching. Skylar reached for my hand. I raised his fingers to my lips. A tear gathered in the corner of my eye as I gazed down at him and then up at Chad.

My heart ached.

"You two look gorgeous together," I said.

"The three of us together," Skylar replied.

Chad pulled back and tapped Skylar's ass. Skylar released my hand and flipped over onto his knees. He patted the pillow as he looked at me. "Sit on it."

I angled my way past him and sat my ass on the plush pillow. Skylar pumped my hard dick a few times then sucked it into his mouth. The fact it had been in his ass moments before didn't seem to faze him. My cock throbbed as it hit the back of his throat. Skylar had been right when he asked me about sexual experimentation. I just hadn't found the right partner yet.

Now I had two.

And I couldn't wait to find out what they had in store for me.

I jammed my hand into Skylar's hair, my other hand on Chad's shoulder as he pounded Skylar's ass. I thumped my head back against the headboard, not able to take my eyes off Skylar as he looked up at me. I'd never seen him look so blissed out. He was floating .

In love and floating.

Chad kissed Skylar's neck as he slipped my cock back down his throat. I clung to Skylar's arms, my hips jerking up, as I spilled onto his tongue. He kept the suction going until I touched his shoulder. He relinquished my cock and stuck two fingers into his mouth.

A combination of my cum and his saliva running down his chin, Skylar held those two fingers behind him for Chad to suck into his mouth. I nearly came a second time.

So hot.

Chad, Skylar's fingers slipping from his mouth, grunted and swore, dug his fingertips into Skylar's flesh, and filled Skylar from the other end. After a few jerking movements of his hips, he fell backward onto the bed, laughing. Skylar, and his beautiful grey eyes, smiled at me.

"Your turn," I said and rolled Skylar over onto this back. After a quick kiss, I brushed my lips down his body until I was lying between his legs and lifted his stiffening cock into my mouth.

Chad nudged my thighs, so I opened them. My sensibilities went offline as Chad's tongue tickled and prodded my hole, his breath hot and damp on my skin.

These were my men.

Both of them.

Together, we were forging a unique path toward a shared future.