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“You would have loved Finn and Knox. I know it, but not without a lot of scolding first about dating two men, one old enough to be my parent. Eventually, you would see how great they are and how much they love and support me.”

I touched her tombstone, hoping to feel… something. Anything. Like the connection we used to share, and wondering if it went away in death. But it was just cold, wet stone.

“I have to go now, but I promise not to wait another year to see you again. I love you, which is something I never said enough to you.”

With that, I turned and headed back to the car. Knox and Finn pulled me against them and held me as I pushed down my pain. I was damn tired of crying.

“We’ve got you, Rye-baby,” Finn said.

And I believed him. They would both catch me whenever I fell. And I would always do the same for them.

Chapter 27

Finn

“Doyouwanttocheck out the stables?” Ryder asked Father and me as we sat on the porch, sipping cheap beer. I really didn’t. Farm life wasn’t for me in the slightest. Give me the noisy city, full of vibrant people, any day.

“Ah…” I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but it was hard to say no to him, too.

“It’s not to see the animals, Finn.”

Father looked up at Ryder and grinned crookedly. I must have missed something.

“Something tells me you want to explore something other than dusty corners,” Father said.

I suddenly perked up, finally getting it. “Oh, in that case…”

Ryder snorted a laugh. “Yes, let’s have some naughty fun.”

“Are we going to make the cows and horses go blind?” Father teased.

“All the animals are out in the fields. No blinding today.”

His parents were inside. His mom was getting dinner ready, and his dad was watching football. After we ate, Ryder wanted to take us to the local country/western bar. Also, not my thing, but I’d do it for him. He also wanted us to meet Waylon, his best friend and my biggest threat. The idea Ryder crushed on that man for a decade set my hackles on fire.

Ryder stood from sitting on the steps of the porch and held out his hand to me. I grabbed it, and he tugged me to stand as Father also stood. I suppose we could slip away, and no one would notice.

The stables were fairly large, but they weren’t fancy like the ones you always see in the movies. It was rickety and dusty.

Father and I followed Ryder to an empty stall, and I looked at it dubiously. It was clean and free of cow shit, but still… My nose wrinkled at the smell of cow and horse shit.

Ryder chuckled. “Where’s my daring and bold Finn?”

“I don’t want to get cow shit on me.”

“No cow shit here, but this gives us privacy, and we can make some noise because it’s far enough away from the house.”

“I suppose…”

“I’m in,” Father said.

Ryder beamed, undid what I could only classify as his cowboy jeans, and pulled them down with his underwear. He turned his back to us and boldly bent over to spread his ass cheeks.

Father and I gasped at the same time. He was wearing a delicious plug, and the gleaming metal-flared base teased us with a good time.

“Jesus…” Father groaned and reached for it, running his fingers along the metal and Ryder’s skin.

“Can someone take this out and fuck me already? I miss you all inside me. As one of you fucks me, I’ll suck the other off.”

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