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“Open your mouths,” he ordered. “If… ah, that’s okay with you, Precious.”

“Yes, Daddy. Do whatever you want. He didn’t ruin us.”

We opened our mouths, and Knox fisted his cock, pumping fast, twisting his hand, and swiping up pre-cum, the piercing gleaming in the dim lighting. He didn’t take his time and came quickly, shooting his load on our faces and tongues.

“So fucking pretty all painted, my precious boys.”

When he finished, he headed to the bathroom. Finn looked at me, grinning, before he pressed a finger to my cheek, swiped up a glob of cum, and shoved it into his mouth.

“I love Daddy’s cum.”

“So do I. I love yours, too.

We kissed again, sharing Knox’s flavor in our mouths as Knox returned and cleaned up our faces with a warm washcloth.

“Come here, boys.”

We stood, and he pulled us into a group hug.

“I love you both… so much.”

“We love you, too, Daddy.”

“Yes, I’m grateful for you both,” I said. “I’m more than grateful because you’re making me stronger each day. In fact, for the first time since her death, I’d… like to visit her grave. Would you… come with me?”

Knox kissed my forehead. “Of course we’ll come.”

“We’ll be there for you, Rye-baby.”

The day was drizzly, making the cool day feel colder. It penetrated my soul as I stared at my sister’s tombstone with fresh flowers. My body trembled, the pain of her death another hard blow. Standing there at her grave was a stark reminder that she was gone. It was evidence of her death for all of eternity.

Rowan Lee Jennings

May 13, 1998 - September 18, 2023

Beloved Daughter and Sister

It was a simple headstone. We weren’t a religious family. Next to her was a plot for me that my parents bought at my insistence. I wanted to be buried next to the other half of my soul when I died. My name was on it, too, along with my birth year. The rest was blank.

Finn and Knox flanked either side of me in a protective embrace as the tears spilled down my face. This was the second most difficult thing I’d done besides coming back to town. Thank god I had the two men that I loved with me.

“I don’t like seeing your name there,” Finn admitted. “It’s like you’re not really here, but there.”

“Yeah, it’s… weird,” I agreed.

Knox’s fingers dug into my side with his arm wrapped around my waist. “At least we know what to do when the time comes.”

“Stop. I don’t want to think about it, Father. I don’t want to imagine our Ryder dying.”

I looked at my guys as I took a shuddering breath. “Can I have a moment with her?”

“Of course, Sweet Boy.”

They both kissed each side of my face on the cheek, stepped back, and walked to the car that was parked close by.

“I miss you, Bug Face. So damn much. I miss your face, your voice, your laugh… I miss you teasing me and giving me advice when I needed it. You were always there for me, and I tried to be there for you, but I failed. It doesn’t matter how many people tell me it wasn’t my fault; nothing will change that. Yes, Bryce hurt you… killed you. But I should have done better. I should have gone with my instincts to tell Mom and Dad or drag you out of there. You would have hated me, but you would be alive. I know that eventually, you would have forgiven me.”

My lip trembled as I tried to hold back a sob. I stared up into the overcast sky as cold droplets sprinkled my face.

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