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She bit at her bottom lip and tucked her hair back again. “I guess a mother can't ask for more than that. I want you to be happy.”

“I am, Mom. This time I really am.”

She watched her son for a moment more. Maybe she deemed our words sincere because she stood and dropped a kiss on his head. The light was back in her eyes.

We visited for a while longer and learned a few more tales about Matthew's childhood, including the time he rescued five small puppies from a storm drain. His mom laughed as she relayed the details of how she had to convince a soaking wet, filthy, bright-eyed ten-year-old Matthew they couldn't keep five German shepherds in their two-bedroom apartment.

An hour later, she sent us on our way with hugs and a plate full of cookies. She was a strong force for such a small, quiet woman, and I liked her. Even though she'd upset him, her concern had been out of love for him, and anyone who cared for him ranked high in my book.

“Take care of each other,” she said with a wave.

“We will, Mom.”

“And, Matty, I expect you here for dinner next week. All of you are welcome anytime.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Matthew bounced his way to Richard's car.

We headed to the bedroom as soon as we got home. Matthew was eager and excited like he hadn't been since the last time he'd gone to his mom's. Naked in a flash, he watched us, silently pleading for us to kiss him, to touch him.

“What do you want, kid?” Richard asked.

“Me?”

“This is your night to celebrate.”

Matthew smirked and crawled up the bed. “I want to be inside you, Richard. And have you inside me, Luke.”

“Perfect.” I followed after him. I loved to hear him vocalize his desires.

“But first, I want Richard to suck me and you to rim me, get me ready.” He smiled wide. His dark eyes glowed.

Richard got on the bed. “I do like your ideas, kid.”

We situated ourselves until we had plenty of room to work him over.

Richard spoke one last time before he took Matthew's prick into his mouth. “We're gonna make this one to remember, Matthew.”

I licked his balls and made my way back. He lifted his legs higher. His body twitched and begged for me. I breathed deep. His musky scent flooded my nostrils. I loved giving him pleasure. He was the most responsive man I'd ever been with. Every touch, every stroke, every lick stood out, made him crazy. And with Richard adoring his cock, we sent Matthew moaning and writhing even faster.

I didn't want to stop, but Matthew was desperate for more. I got on my knees. “On your back, Richard.” I slicked my hands and put one on Matthew's cock, the other on Richard's ass. In, out, up, down. Over and over until Matthew thrust into my hand and Richard drove onto my fingers, both wanting more.

I withdrew my hands and slicked my own cock. “C'mere, Matthew.”

I helped him onto his knees. Richard spread wide, lifting his legs, and Matthew pushed in. I let him thrust a few times. Then I stilled them and plunged into Matthew's heat, giving him a night he'd remember.

He kept talking, pleading, praising as he rocked between us.

Then he stopped. His body tensed.

Something was wrong.

He caressed Richard's cheek. “Love you.” He dropped his hand to the big man's chest. “Richard. I love you.” He threw his head onto my shoulder, reached around, and touched my face. “I love you, Luke. Love you both.”

I'd never be just another fuck to him. I'd never be just another guy he dated. Tightness welled in my chest. It overwhelmed me. I wanted to come so I could rid my body of the pressure in my balls, if nothing else.

Richard raised a hand to Matthew's face. Then Matthew's hips rocked, and Richard groaned.

I sucked in a breath and thrust, not sure what else I could give him.

Richard came, and I followed, still shooting into Matthew when his body tightened and screams of pleasure poured out of him. It sounded like nothing I'd ever heard from him before. We collapsed together as one, floating, breathing heavy, stuck together, not because of sweat or cum, but because we couldn't let go. I couldn't let go.

Richard shifted out from under us. He wrapped his arms around Matthew. His voice filled with awe. “Matthew?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.” He pulled back, and they stared at each other. “Almost from the first night I met you.”

Matthew gave him a soft, slow kiss.

Then Richard leaned over him and whispered in my ear. “And, don't freak, but I love you too.”

The words tumbled around in my head. I could barely speak. “I... I can't... not— ”

Richard released his hold on Matthew. He rubbed his hand along my arm. “I know. It's okay.”

Matthew kissed me. “I love you and I'll wait.”

“We both will,” Richard said.

They knew me well, and they accepted me— without judgment or a desire to change me. Would it hurt to tell them? Would it kill me?

“I can't.”

Richard slid closer. He pressed his face against my neck and whispered over my skin, “It's okay.”

Matthew ran his palm along my chin. “Don't be afraid.” He kissed me again, light kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my chin. “Not about this. This should be the easy part.”

Young, innocent, and naive. He couldn't understand. Love was never easy.

Yet, it did feel that way with them. Maybe I could— but I'd always trusted my instincts. I was protecting myself for a reason. Even if I didn't want to think about the why of it.

They kissed me again and again until sleep lured us into dreams where love was enough and lovers never left.

If only I didn't have to wake from the dream.

Chapter Twenty-seven

Matthew snored and repositioned his head on my thigh. I shifted my ass on the couch until my dick lay an inch from his mouth.

I had it