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He grabbed my arm. “Okay. I was about to go get my kink on for the camera, but this is so much better. Tell me everything. Names, details, cock size. What it’s like to get to have two smoking hot daddies. I’ve seen them, I know they’re hot. I bet the one with the moustache is the kinky one, right? And the other one is the daddiest daddy, amiright? I totally got that vibe. I want the porniest details. All of it. Spare no filth.”

I chuckled.

He narrowed his eyebrows at me. “Kylan, I’m not kidding. I’m glad you feel better. I’m glad you three clearly sorted shit out. But I’ve been deprived of the details for months. You bought all those vibrating butt plugs and whatnot, so I know the sex is fun and hot and amazing, and you gotta give me something.”

I laughed again. “Okay. Only because I owe it all to you for calling them. Take a seat, you filthy pervert. I’ll tell you everything.”

TWELVE

LEON

Kylan stayedthe whole next day and the three of us rarely left each other’s side. We cared for him after the double penetration. He said he wasn’t too sore, just a twinge or two, but he was clingier than normal.

We all were.

I’d partaken in my share of DPs over the years—Marek and I had invited many thirds into our bed in the last two decades—but this was different.

This felt surreal. Intense, pleasure like nothing I’d ever felt. And it solidified something that we already knew.

We were now three.

For real.

And for always.

We’d dropped Kylan back to his place on our way to work the morning after. He hadn’t made any decisions yet—about what he wanted to do about living arrangementsor university. Or anything, really—but he was happy.

And that was all we wanted.

For now, at least.

He could take all the time he needed to make sure it was the best decision for him.

“Do you think he’ll move in with us?” Marek gave me a sad look as I drove us to work. “I want him to, and I know you do too.”

I reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze. “Of course I do. And I think yes, he will. But it needs to be his decision. We can’t rush him.”

“His apartment is . . .”

Terrible. Small. Grungy. Old.

“His apartment is his,” I allowed. “We can’t separate him from his friends. They have a unique bond. They’ve been through a lot together.”

He sighed. “I know. Maybe we could call Dominic and plant some little seeds about Fitch moving in with him, and then Ky will have to move in.”

“Marek,” I admonished.

He sighed again. “Fine. But if he is determined to stay in that place, the least we could do is buy the entire apartment complex and upgrade it. He wouldn’t have to know it was us. He’d have secure housing then, and I wouldn’t have to worry.”

I chuckled at him. “Why not just buy the whole block?”

He shot me a look. “Don’t think I’m joking, darling.”

“Oh, I know you’re not.”

He sniffed, and after a moment of silence, his tone was sombre. “Though we do need to speak to Dominic. And Nolan. Now we know who Benji is.”

I sighed and conceded a nod. “Yes. Yes, we do.”

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