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I scooped him up and carried him up the stairs, Marek hitting the lights behind us. The vibrator must have done a number on him because he clung to me, trembling, gasping, and whining.

“Shh,” I said, laying him down on our bed. “Your daddies are here.”

Kylan held his hand out for Marek. “Both of you.”

Marek crawled onto the bed, pulling Kylan into his arms and holding him, spreading his legs wide for me. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my aching cock. “Always,” I said, kneeling on the bed between Kylan’s legs. “Both of us, always.”

THIRTEEN

KYLAN

Benji’sfirst court appearance was awful. I was so nervous and overwhelmed, I couldn’t even imagine how Benji felt. So many suits, so many cops and lawyers, and people who stared.

So many reporters and cameras in his face, in his way. Intrusive, rude, and so disrespectful.

Loud and frightening.

I wore my new suit. A suit that Marek and Leon had taken me shopping for. It was from a ridiculously expensive upmarket store and they knew the tailor by name. I’d seen the price tag on a necktie and felt ill. Marek had tsked and ushered me to the suit section, telling Eduardo what I needed.

Marek knows suits, apparently. Leon watched on, nodding approvingly. And Eduardo was ever professional. He didn’t even bat an eye when Marek introduced me as their boyfriend.

It was the first time in public with them and thefirst time Marek had introduced me to anyone. It was a rush to hear him say it, and I’d been almost disappointed that Eduardo didn’t seem fazed at all.

Almost.

But mostly relieved.

Marek had distracted me so I couldn’t see how much Leon paid, and then we’d gone out for lunch.

As a throuple.

I kinda hated that word, but it was a good fit for us. It’s what we were.

People didn’t look twice at us. Whether they thought I was a nephew or their actual son, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Leon and Marek were proud to be with me, and with the confidence they exuded, it was hard not to feel that way too.

I felt so safe with them.

It also helped that Leon was no small man and he had a stare that could cut glass. With his aura of wealth anddo not fuck with me, no one would have dared say anything.

Whether they knew it or not, they were creating a safety bubble for me that I felt totally secure in.

Which was probably what made the media at Benji’s father’s trial so scary to me.

Benji was ushered in with the DPP legal team and Nolan of course. I hated the way the media swarmed him. I was scared for him, panic clawing at my insides.

Standing there with Fitch outside the courthouse with all the mayhem, the chaos. The sheer fucking anxiety of it all. Fitch’s eyes met mine, wide and asoverwhelmed as me. He was normally so chill about everything, but even he was feeling it.

Then a large, warm hand pressed against my lower back and I turned, looking up and saw Leon. The hard set of his jaw, the serious edge to his gaze, watchful of the whole scene unfolding before us.

The relief I felt was immediate. My protector was here. No one could ever hurt me when he was with me.

I instinctively looked for Marek, finding him on the other side of Fitch. He had a different protective energy than Leon, gentler but no less intimidating.

The way he stood by Fitch, not touching but close enough to shield him from the chaos.

I can’t believe I’d told them they didn’t need to come with us...

Then Dominic appeared, his phone to his ear. He gave Marek a nod of thanks. “We need to go in,” Dominic said to us. He slid his arm around Fitch’s shoulders. Marek and Leon were on either side of me, and the five of us headed in.

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