Page 109 of The Truth of Our Secrets

Jayce

Madyson grumbles when I lay her on the bed to remove the plug. “Let Angel lick you clean. He’s greedy for it.” His ravenous eyes convince her.

“So thirsty.” Emmet kneels reverently between her legs. Licks around the plug, teasing her.

“Angel,” she cries and he stills. It’s the first time she’s called him that.

“Firecracker, I’ll always give you what you need.” He laps around the plug as he gently tugs it out. An animalistic growl claws out of his throat.

I knew from the first time in my office that he wanted to eat my cum out of her. She’d keep it in her, but that’s not good for her. That’s romance book stuff.

He devours her.

“Will you share some with us?” I ask and he nods with his head between her thighs.

He crawls up her body and opens his mouth, dripping part of my load on her waiting tongue.

“I want this on the menu every day,” he says.

My heart leaps. It’s sex but he’s thinking ahead to a future with us and it’s more than we deserve, but I’ll take it.

His phoenix calls to me, and I kneel behind him and plaster my chest to his back. He turns his head and shares my cum with me.

“You taste so fucking good, don’t you?” he murmurs in my mouth.

“I taste great on both of you.” And we share another round of orgasms.

Once we’re clean, we snuggle in bed with the lights on so we can talk.

I inhale deeply. “I owe you an explanation about my marriage to Peter.” We’ve got Madyson in her favorite place between us, facing me.

“You don’t have to tell me.” Emmet’s eyes are sincere.

“No more secrets or withholding the truth.” It’s embarrassing to admit how desperate I’d been for Peter’s approval. “In hindsight, I substituted Peter for my father. An older man who gave me just enough affection for me to believe he cared, but withheld love and respect.”

Emmet’s fingers run along my forehead and eyebrows, releasing some of the tension.

“I had a game in Minnesota and got leveled. Needed stitches and had a concussion, so they sent me to the hospital. The details are fuzzy, but Peter flew out and professed his love and drove me to Iowa to get married.”

I inhale their scents to keep talking.

“I’m not sure I would’ve agreed if my brain wasn’t foggy. I thought marriage would improve our relationship. It got worse. He had me trapped in a toxic pattern I didn’t see. If my father found out, he’d spew homophobic hate and tell everyone. I couldn’t risk it. So I never told my family about my marriage.” They both used my fears to make me small. They broke me down and would build me up only enough so I’d depend on them. A pathetic cycle.

“I’m sorry he manipulated you,” Emmet says softly.

“I’m sorry my bad decisions hurt the two of you.”

“We don’t blame you,” Madyson assures me.

“I blame me.”

A slideshow of emotions crosses Emmet’s face. “This is going to sound insane. Like certifiably fucking bonkers, but…” His fingers drum incessantly on our skin while he gathers his thoughts. “Peter might have done us a favor.” He nods in agreement with our protests. “He’s a despicable human but think about it. If Miss Rose kept in touch through my mom’s suicide attempt and when social services removed my sister from her custody, you would’ve helped me.”

“Of course!” We’d never let him deal with that alone.

“You would always be my saviors and I’d always need saving. I might not have grown up and believed I’m a capable adult. I have a sense of inferiority. There’s a zero percent chance I would feel worthy of a relationship with you.” He holds up his hand.

“Aaaand you’d see me as a kid. That first night in the bar, J-Bear, you saw me as an attractive man, not a kid you’ve been bailing out of trouble for years. We needed the separation so I could grow up and be a man you want in your bed.”

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