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“Oh…” Mom gasped. “That’s uhm… Well… I… ah… It’s unusual.” At least she tried to be diplomatic about it as she processed.

They weren’t yelling at me, so that was a plus.

“Look, I know this is a lot to process, and it’s unusual, as Lorraine said. We didn’t seek love, but that’s what happened. We adore Ryder, and he’s become someone special in our hearts. Sometimes the heart wants what it wants,” Knox said, speaking up for the first time.

My face bloomed with heat and love for this man. “You can thank Finn and Knox for finally setting a fire under my ass to come home. They healed me in a way I never thought possible with their honesty, open communication, and support. I wouldn’t be here without them. On the anniversary of Rowan’s death, I was so broken… I could scarcely breathe. They pulled me out of it, Mom and Dad. They may have saved me.”

Mom sniffed as her eyes watered, and Dad clenched his jaw, which was typical when he couldn’t express what he wanted to.

I reached for Knox, who sat next to Finn, and he grabbed my hand, then I rested my other hand on Finn. “You don’t have to like or understand. Just… accept it, I guess. That’s all I ask.”

Dad suddenly coughed and dug into his meatloaf. His fork hovered over his mouth before looking at Finn and Knox. “Thank you for… helping our son and bringing him home to us,” he said quietly.

My two men glanced at each other before looking back at my parents. “You’re welcome,” Finn said, who had been quiet until then.

“Sorry that was so awkward,” I said when we got to the bed-and-breakfast after dinner, and I put the truck in Park.

Finn grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Hey, at least there was no screaming and kicking us out. That’s a bonus.”

“They hate us,” Knox groaned like a teen, making me laugh. Where was my sweet, sexy, dominant man?

I chuckled. “I promise they donothate you. Just let them adjust and get used to the idea of all of us together.”

“We missed you, Rye-baby,” Finn said, threading our fingers together. “Do you want to come up for a little fun before you head back?”

“God, I would love to. I missed you both, too. We have to be quiet, though, or else we’re going to give your neighbors an earful.” Then I frowned and looked at Finn before kissing his forehead. “Do you even want that after what happened to you, baby?”

“Does it sound wrong or weird if I say more than ever? It’ll be good for me to wash away the damn memory of that asshole and replace it with goodness. I’ll never forget it, but eventually, it will become nothing more than something hazy and distant. I freaked out at first, but I think because I stopped that asshole with Casey, despite him being pissed at me for it, I got back some of my control. I hurt for a while, but, yeah, I’m good.”

I leaned forward to look at Knox, who was holding Finn’s other hand, looking worried for him. “What do you think, sir? Should we spend our time pleasing our Finn?”

Knox slowly grinned. “I think that’s a solid plan.”

We all headed up to their room, which was very traditionally Victorian but well-kept and homey.

“Be quiet as much as we can,” Knox ordered.

He placed his large palms on the back of our heads and brought all of us close together. “Now, kiss me. Both of you.”

We closed in and gave each other the sloppiest, naughtiest kiss, full of tongue, our hands traveling wherever we could touch. The sounds were salacious and delicious. Who knew three men kissing at the same time would be so hot?

There were only days that had separated us, but you would’ve thought it had been months, seeing us consume each other.

Suddenly, clothes were being tugged off and tossed into unknown corners of the room. Then we went back to kissing, except Knox grabbed my cock and Finns, tugging on them not just for pleasure but to control.

“I want to do something else,” Knox said when we came up for air. “I want to take care of both of my hurt boys.”

To say I melted was an understatement, especially as Knox dropped to his knees, almost in reverence to our cocks. Regardless, even with him down on the floor before us, Knox was still in charge.

He had a tight grip on our shafts and tugged us toward his mouth, opening wide as we eased our tips inside. It was a tight fit, but he used his tongue to explore the underside of the heads, sending shivers through us, not to mention the amazing feeling of rubbing my dick against Finn’s.

Finn and I had an arm wrapped around each other as we started to kiss, breathing heavily, putting our entire bodies into it, the room quickly filling up with groans.

Soon, Knox swallowed my cock down as he stroked Finn, and then switched it up. Every time I got close to coming, he would edge me before he would do the same to Finn. Jesus, he had an expert mouth and tongue.

Finn’s free hand slid across my chest and pinched one of my nipples hard, sending a shiver across my body. He smiled in his kiss and did it again, but harder, twisting it. The sting, combined with the pleasure and the blow job, quickly sent me over the edge. Knox swallowed all my cum, and before I could respond, he was on Finn, pulling the cum out of him. Then I did the same to him as he did to me, tugging and twisting his nipple, groaning into my mouth. His body suddenly froze before it shuddered as he came.

We were all breathing heavily, and I was especially feeling numb when Knox stood tall, pressed his hands on our heads, and pushed us down to our knees.

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