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“Oh… yeah. I guess I would.”

“I wasn’t trying to trick you, but I needed to get a sense of you. If you hadn’t reacted to me as you did earlier tonight, I would never have brought this up in the first place.”

Then it was Father who grabbed Ryder’s other hand. “Just think about it. But know that there will be payment for your time at the end of this, and you’ll be required to sign an NDA, just like you did working at the club, which protects all of us. Other than that, think about this as you getting to explore as well.”

Ryder huffed a humorless laugh. “I should be upset, but… I would like the freedom to test out my sexuality. I never had the chance before without fear; not that people where I’m from are bad, but maybe a little ignorant. Plus, I have no idea how to approach a man.”

I squeezed Father’s hand. “Look at that. He didn’t even ask how much he’d be getting.”

He chuckled. “Indeed.”

“Wait… You don’t have to pay me.”

“We’ll be taking up a lot of your time,” Father insisted. “Finn and I would like to dive deep into this.”

“Hold up for a second, Father,” I said before looking at Ryder. “You said we don’t have to pay you. Does that mean you’re agreeing to our offer?”

He sighed and gazed out over the glowing pool, water lapping at the sides in the silence. I smiled a little because he still held our hands. Ryder was truly the sweetest thing, but you’d never know it just looking at him as he bartended. “I have to admit, this is a little weird for me. I’ve clearly never been with a man, and now you want me to be with two, and it doesn’t matter if you aren’t related. Your relationship is still taboo. But being able to explore my sexualityisenticing…IfI agree to this, when would we begin?”

I let go of Ryder’s hand and cupped his cheek again to pull him close to me as I leaned forward. “Tonight, if you let us.”

Chapter 6

Knox

Ialmostexpectedragingjealousy to see Finn kissing someone else for the first time, despite our extensive talks about bringing a third man into our world. Instead, my cock went from semi-hard to steel in seconds.

Ryder was tentative at first, while Finn was gentle, taking his time, letting the other man test and taste. The water behind them cast a beautiful bluish glow, making the two young men ethereal and beautiful.

I still held each of their hands, their fingers twitching and squeezing in my palms in reaction to each other.

Finn’s free hand traveled behind Ryder’s head and combed his fingers through the dark strands. Ryder’s response was to tilt his head for more of Finn’s lips. Soon, mouths opened, and tongues explored. While it was a slow burn, it was no less beautiful watching Ryder get his first male kiss. I couldn’t wait to get his other firsts as well. It was going to be an amazing experience for all involved.

It had been Finn who recognized my desire to watch, claiming I would enjoy some cuckolding. I always loved to sit there as he fingered himself open for me or masturbated for my viewing pleasure. He believed if we took it to the next level with him fucking someone else or getting fucked, that I would love it.

Finn pulled away, but he didn’t let go of his hair. Ryder’s eyes were closed as he tried to chase my stepson’s lips before they blinked open.

Without another word, Finn guided Ryder’s head, pushing it toward me for a taste. He looked at me with wide hazel eyes and red, swollen, full lips.

Finn let go of my hand and pushed my head forward, too, forcing us to kiss, though no force was necessary on my end. I was as attracted to Ryder as Finn was.

When his soft lips hit mine, it felt like he belonged there as much as Finn did. While his body trembled slightly and his hand was clammy in mine, he opened up to me, allowing my tongue to enter his mouth, still tasting of whiskey.

I wasn’t as gentle as Finn because I enjoyed having a firm hold sexually—to control the show. Even if I was simply watching, I still planned to direct.

Soon, I was leaning over him, bending him backward as I consumed his mouth, my hand free of his and gripping his silky hair. I swallowed his whimper, needing more, before Finn rested a hand on my arm and brought me back before I lost my fine-tuned control.

I eased off him, breathing heavily, and looked at my stepson, whose green eyes were blown black, and his smile was crooked.

“Got a little carried away there,” I said, making Finn laugh.

“He kisses differently, doesn’t he? Like a sinful innocence, if such a thing were possible.”

I nodded and glanced back at Ryder, who was touching his lips. Even in the dim light, I could see his jaw was red from the chaffing from my beard.

“That he does.”

“What do you think of your first guy kiss, Ryder?”

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