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“Fuck…” I cried out, shocked he went through with it. It was no easy thing to swallow cum from someone’s ass. He fucking did it.

His hands soon pressed to the globes of my ass as he devoured almost every drop.

“Jesus,” Father breathed. “That was so beautiful, Sweet Boy. You’re absolutely perfect for us. Finn, you chose well.”

I turned around and sat on my ass. “I know I did. You can thank me later.”

Father chuckled and stood, reaching out his hand to Ryder. “You’re staying the night with us, I hope.”

“Uhm, if you want me to, sir.”

“I want it, and so does Finn. We’ll feed you in the morning.”

He grabbed Father’s hand, who hefted him to his feet, and then he reached for me to help me stand. I was wobbly on my feet, so Father pulled me against him to hold me steady.

“You both made me weak-kneed,” I said.

“I want more,” Ryder blurted.

I laughed tiredly, feeling the energy leech out of me. “You’ll definitely have it.”

Chapter 9

Knox

Aftertakingaquickshower and drinking lots of water, Finn and Ryder climbed into my bed, still naked. We were all exhausted after the long day, from the party to the sex. Ryder and Finn swayed a little on their feet and yawned as I bathed them. They were so fucking adorable, and for now, they were all mine.

I sipped on more water as I watched them snuggle into each other after falling asleep, like a gravitational pull. The thick, cream-colored comforter and sheets only came up to their hips. Finn wasn’t that tan because he was a model, but he had more color than Ryder, their tones contrasting with each other.

Finn’s birthday couldn’t have gone better had we tried. We planned for months, having long conversations about what it would be like bringing a third man into our lives. We talked about fears and pros and cons. I’d been resistant at first, not wanting to share Finn, but now that we’d done it, it had been way better than I expected. I loved watching them together, not only sexually, but snuggled sweetly in my bed.

Fuck, Ryder was so reactionary and into it tonight. I wondered how much of that had to do with drinking and if he would feel the same in the morning. For now, he appeared eager for this. If doubts crept in, Finn would be there to talk with him and communicate.

I walked over to my side of the bed, set my glass of water on the nightstand, and sat down, resting a hand between them so I could lean over them. I ran gentle fingers through Ryder’s dark strands, pulling them away from his face. His brow furrowed, and he shifted a little, but he didn’t wake.

I leaned closer to him, pressing my nose onto his neck, inhaling my body wash that smelled like amber. I liked his citrus and cardamom scent on him better. The amber was too strong. I pressed a kiss to his cheek and sat up to do the same to Finn, but his eyes were open.

I smiled down at him and kissed his cheek, too. He smiled back and closed his eyes again, pressing his face closer to Ryder and draping a leg over his hip.

I shifted toward my side of the bed and slipped under the covers, placing my body flush against Ryder’s back. Then I reached over to rest my hand on Finn, just to touch him. It would be odd not to have him sleeping against me since he was always in my bed; unless he was traveling, doing a photoshoot, or working the runway, which was often. But tonight was about Ryder, his introduction into our world, and to show him he was cared for. That it wasn’t all about sex.

After a good yawn, I shut my eyes, and sleep finally found me.

The next morning, I sat by the large window, sipping coffee as the sun rose over the trees, sending shimmery, dappled light into my bedroom. But the boys kept pulling my attention instead. They were still sleeping, with Ryder spooning Finn, almost like they were magnetically drawn to each other. However, I woke up once last night with Ryder doing the same to me.

I was relieved there was no sense of jealousy. My confidence in and love for Finn were absolute. Just as he was always clear about his love for me. And I was as drawn to Ryder almost as much as Finn was.

I took a sip of coffee with a touch of cream and sugar as I kept watching them, looking beautiful, serene, and innocent. My thoughts soon turned morose, and not for the first time. I would be fifty next year. Eventually, I would be too old for Finn, who was vibrant at twenty-three. I did my best to stay fit and healthy, and while that could slow time a little, it didn’t stop it.

Finn had repeatedly told me he was mine forever, no matter our ages, but as I looked at the two boys, I realized Ryder would be perfect for Finn. They were much closer in age, with only a three-year age difference, rather than twenty-six. There would come a day I wouldn’t be able to give Finn what he needed sexually. That right there scared me. It wasn’t just about the age difference, but about losing him. That little thought niggled in the back of my mind, worrying he would grow bored with me because I was too old. Our relationship was about more than just sex, but it was a strong component of it. Finn was highly sexual, bringing it out of me.

That was another reason I wasn’t jealous of Ryder; because he would always be able to keep up with Finn, if he so wished. That didn’t mean he would stick around. This was only a trial basis.

Ryder was the first one to stir. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and yawned, then climbed out of bed to piss in the bathroom, not even noticing me yet. His pale bare ass was bubbly and cute. I couldn’t wait to put my hands on it again, perhaps find something to punish him for.

When I finished my coffee, I poured myself another from the pot sitting on the table. I grabbed a clean mug and poured one for Ryder, too.

He came out of the restroom, dressed in his underwear, leaving me slightly disappointed. I’d folded his clothes earlier and left them in the restroom for him. Regardless, I was fully dressed, so it made sense he would want clothes on.

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