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Once again, I took his hand and led him to Father’s bedroom. I found him sitting up in bed under the sheets and blanket, looking at his phone, waiting for us. He glanced up and smiled at us.

“Ah, my two beautiful boys. You both look like you’re ready to pass out.”

He patted the bed, and we climbed in.

As much as I missed Father snuggling with me, Ryder needed it more, so I had him lying down in between us. He rolled over toward Father and touched his face. “I had a really good time. I really like doing this with you and Finn… so much.”

Father’s chocolaty eyes softened as he returned Ryder’s touch. “And we really like having you with us.” He pressed a kiss to Ryder’s forehead and laid down, pulling him against his chest as I rested my body flush against Ryder’s back. I reached over him and laid my hand on Father’s arm, needing to touch him.

Sleep quickly found me, surrounded by comfort and warm bodies.

The next day, after Ryder left, I straddled Father’s lap on the couch as the news played in the background.

He smiled up at me and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it away from my face. “Something on your mind?” he asked. “Let me guess. It’s about Ryder.”

I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Yes.”

He ran his hands over my bare arms since I wasn’t wearing a shirt, patiently waiting for me to tell him what I wanted to say.

“How do you feel about him so far in our lives?” I asked.

“I think he fits our dynamic perfectly. You chose well, Precious.”

“I think so, too.”

“Why do you ask? Do you want to push this experiment longer? Are you developing feelings for our Ryder?”

“The month is up. Are you not feeling the same?”

He sighed and rested his head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling, his hands still grazing my arms. “I am. He’s special, Finn. We’re all still new at this, but he’s hard to resist. We all fell into this so easily.”

“I agree.” It hadn’t been part of the plan, but I believed Ryder belonged with us—that maybe we could fit him into our lives, but I also worried about my relationship with Father. It would really put it to the test by bringing Ryder in for more than just sex. “We don’t have to talk about this yet with him, but I’d like to consider dragging this out longer and see where it takes us… all of us. But I don’t…”

“You worry about how I will feel about it?”

“Yeah.”

Father raised his head to look at me and cupped my face. “Finn, I know you love me. That’s never in doubt. And I love you. That will never fucking change. Ever. But it does complicate our relationship. At the same time, I feel the same way you do about Ryder. If you want to pursue this further, I’m fine with it. I would love to, but we need to promise each other that if it starts to cause a strain between us, we’ll end it.”

“I am one hundred percent on board with that. You will always be my priority and first love.”

“Now that we are being frank and honest, I do worry sometimes that I’ll eventually get too old for you. Part of me is grateful for Ryder so that when I do get too old, you’ll have someone more your age. At the same time, I don’t want you to let me go.”

My heart raced at his words and vulnerability. In almost every other instance in our lives, Father was strong, confident, and dominant. But I loved it when he could be open like this, unafraid to show and talk about his fears. It was one of the main reasons I loved him so much and why our bond was so strong.

I pressed my hands to his face and forced him to look right at me. “That will never fucking happen. Your age is completely irrelevant to me. Our relationship isn’t just about sex or attraction. It’s about completion and finding your perfect fucking person. Even if we have a third who is just as perfect, he is not you. He cannot replace you. Is that understood? If you get too old to have sex, my love for you will never stop. You will always be mine, Father, and I will be yours.”

“I love you, Precious.”

“And I love you so fucking much.”

Chapter 17

Ryder

Ihadn’thadsexagain with Finn and Knox since last week, but we’d definitely fooled around the other day. While I wanted more sex, I also loved that it wasn’t just about fucking. It was about the entire experience. They went into it with their full hearts, pulling me closer and closer to them, to the point I craved their touch and nearness.

I had to work tonight, but by two in the afternoon, I was still in bed, playing a stupid, addicting game on my phone. The depression was quickly settling in as the days grew closer to the anniversary of the day that changed my life forever. It was heavy and suffocating. I didn’t want to think about it, but it was all I could do.

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