Page 66 of Milked

“Yes, we want you to be a part of our family. We want to expand on this relationship and completely include you in our lives.”

I removed the cup from his hands and threaded our fingers together. “We need to talk about what that means for all of us from here on out. Finn and I hadn’t expected to fall for you, but we were prepared for the possibility. Although we didn’t expect such a strong connection to you, we had no idea something was missing in our lives until you came along. You’ve become incredibly special to us, Ryder.”

His eyes watered, but the tears didn’t spill. “I would really like that… to be with y’all as more than…”

He didn’t need to say it.

“But as I said, some changes need to be made. I think now that playtime is over and we’re getting serious and on the same page emotionally, we can explore each other beyond what the three of us do. If Finn wants to spend some time alone with you, he can do so. Or maybe you would like some alone time with me. There will be times I might want to connect with Finn alone, too. Do you agree with this, Precious?”

Finn nodded eagerly. “Completely.”

“Ryder?”

“Yes, I would really like that, but… I love being with both of you at the same time. Can we just keep doing that?”

I breathed a laugh. “Then, if that’s all you want, you can have it. However, the most important rule is that we are not in an open relationship, meaning no one knows about us. People are not understanding. It’s hard enough to get most people on board with queerness, let alone polyamory or having a relationship with your stepson. Not to mention, you’re my employee. Finn and I are fine with this arrangement, and we find ways to explore each other openly, like at the sex club, so it’s not so stifling. Do you agree, Ryder?”

“Yes, totally.”

“With that said, I think if you want to tell your parents or a friend, you have our permission, but only to those you trust.”

For the first time since Ryder came to us last night, he smiled. “My parents don’t even know I’m bisexual. Not sure how well my relationship with two men will go.”

“Well, it’s up to you. While you can mention the relationship, under no uncertain terms can we talk about who Finn is to me. While his mother is gone and I’m not married to her any longer, Finn is still seen as my stepson.”

“Oh, yeah… I promise. No one will know.”

“There are a lot of people who come to the club who you cannot trust,” I explained further. “And Finn could have a hard time finding work, too.”

“Anything else?” he asked.

“We stick with the communication rule,” Finn said.

I nodded in agreement.

Finn held onto him tightly, his arms wrapped around him protectively. “We love you, Rye-baby. You’ve quickly become someone incredibly important to us.”

“Yes, we both love you.”

The tears, hanging by a thread, finally spilled. “I love you both, too. Thank you for bringing me into your lives. It’s been a breath of much-needed fresh air.”

I wiped away some fallen tears with my thumb before pulling him into a kiss. He tasted like sweet coffee and smelled of sleep still.

When I pulled away, Finn turned Ryder’s cheek toward him, and they kissed each other as well.

Not to leave me out, Finn reached for me and kissed me, too.

“This is the three of us. Complete in every way,” I breathed.

The night after our big talk with Ryder, we all made love again and fell asleep in a heap in my bed. I’d never felt more loved and at home than with these two wonderful men. Life had been perfect with Finn, so it was quite a surprise to find another young man who made it even more perfect.

The next day, Finn and Casey flew out to Los Angeles for a runway show and another photo shoot. Finn was excited about the show but not so much about the shoot, but he didn’t explain why.

A chef I had on staff for five days out of the week made dinner for Ryder and me, and then everyone cleared out for the evening, leaving us alone. I didn’t like having people in the house in the evenings, protecting us from prying eyes.

I requested he make us lasagna and a salad, something that was comforting. While overly filling, I also wanted Ryder to feel as good as possible during his grieving.

He looked better, but there was still a dark cloud of sadness and guilt hanging over him. He needed therapy, especially with him blaming himself for his sister’s death.

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