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I reached a hand out to Matthew and pulled him to my chest. I kissed the dark waves above his ear and wrapped my arms around him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. The intake of breath was soft, but ragged. “Yes. Should we call the police?”

I breathed in his scent. He smelled sweaty and spicy, like Matthew. He smelled alive.

“I don't know,” Richard said. “Not sure they'll believe us. Everyone loves the senator. But that man broke in here and almost hurt you. We could at least call to report him.” His pale face couldn't hide his exhaustion. He still smelled of the booze.

“Why don't we get you cleaned up,” I said. “Then we'll decide what to do.”

“Okay. Go shut and lock the door, kid.”

“Right.” Matthew sped off, but neither Richard nor I made a move up the steps until he was back at our sides.

“How did he get in?” I asked Richard. “It was locked when we got here.”

“I was pissed when I got home.” He stared at the closed door. “I don't remember locking it. I'll get the locks changed tomorrow in case he stole a key or something.”

“Okay.” I moved toward him. “Let's get you up upstairs.”

In the bathroom, Richard removed his clothes and climbed into the bathtub. Matthew undressed and settled behind him, letting Richard rest against his chest. He soaped up a washcloth and worked it over the big man's body.

I hadn't seen him hold Richard like that before. My chest tightened as I watched him care in such a physical way.

How could I leave them?

I knelt beside the tub, reeling. My hands felt like they'd spent the entire day clasping onto something and had just recently let go. The stillness of the clenched fists in my lap unnerved me. They didn't seem a part of my own body. I lifted my hands, opening and closing my fingers, trying to release the lingering tension. Only it wasn't possible. The tension was everywhere. My hands fell back to my lap.

“My father's going to destroy your business. He sent Fowler here to threaten your lives.”

“It appears so.” Richard raised his arm out of the water and clasped my hand. He lifted our entwined fingers onto the smooth edge of the tub.

“He could've killed Matthew.”

“I'm okay,” Matthew said. The expression in his gaze told me how alive he was.

“For now.” I stood and paced. The realization of everything hit me like repeated strikes to a punching bag. “He broke into your home— our home— and attacked Matthew. This is my goddamn family, and he can't do this. I won't let him. I won't let him take anything else from me.” I stopped and stared at them. Two smiling men beamed up at me. “What the hell are you so happy about?”

Matthew laid his cheek against Richard's temple. “Did you hear? Family.”

“I did. Get over here, Luke.”

I sank to my knees beside the tub. Richard pulled me to him. He made love to my mouth, his hands wet and firm on each side of my face.

Matthew petted me— my neck, my back, my chest— all the while repeating one word. “Family.”

“Get undressed,” Richard said. He turned his head to the side and kissed Matthew. I stood and undressed, never taking my eyes off them. They looked as great together as they did the first night at the Haven when I lay sprawled out before them. Yet, watching them in the bathtub before me was better. More intimate, more significant in our own home.

I wouldn't let my father run me away from them.

I sat beside the tub again.

Richard shook his head. “No, climb in.”

I stood in the water and straddled Richard's lap. The sensation of my balls sinking into the hot water sent a shiver of anticipation and need throughout my body.

Richard's mouth met my lips again. I tasted Matthew there.

I rocked my hips, and my cock connected with Richard's. The warm water around my shaft and the pressure of his dick against mine overwhelmed me.

Richard twisted an arm around his own back, taking Matthew in hand. He pitched back and forth, putting more pressure against Matthew's prick and rubbing forward against me, the water slapping at the sides of the tub with his movements.

My hands grasped at his shoulders and dug in, and I rocked faster. He wrapped a large hand around my dick and his. I threw my head back and pushed into the tight embrace, torn between driving into it and letting Richard take control of my pleasure. I clutched at his shoulder harder with one hand and let my other hand wander back for Matthew.

I traced the slight scratch on his neck. I was so close to losing them. I cupped my hand over his cheek and almost said what I'd needed to say since I saw the knife. “Matthew, I... ” Words were never my friends. I always said the right things to get a man into bed. Then the right things to get him the hell out. Anything else never crossed my mind. Three words, and I couldn't arrange them into a coherent sentence.

“Luke, I'm okay. We're all okay. Don't... ” His breath hitched and he arched into Richard's touch. “Don't worry.”

The grip on my cock tightened. A thumb swiped over the head of my prick and brought to life a moan. Richard's body moved with more vigor. His arms pumped faster. Matthew's head slumped back to the edge of the tub.

My body was close to its release, and I could tell by the whimpers and deep breaths from the other men they were right with me. My orgasm hit as soon as the words left my mouth. “Richard. Matthew. Can't lose you.”

They moaned in concert through their pleasure.

When our bodies relaxed, Richard wrapped an arm around me and wound the other back around Matthew, holding us close.

I breathed deep and rested my head on his shoulder. Save for our sated breathing, quiet surrounded us. It was soothing to hold on