Page 67 of Cultivating Caden
“But I thought you were gonna fuck me!” Kieran’s lower lip jutted out. “Do you know how long it’s been since you fucked me? Like twelve hours. That’s almost an eternity.”
Caden shook his head. “Need help getting him in the bedroom?”
Kieran’s head swiveled in Caden’s direction. “Are you gonna fuck with us? You could both fuck me.”
“Enough!” Matt pushed Kieran down onto the couch. “We talked about this after Caden moved away. You aremineand I will not share you. Not with Caden or anyone else. If you want to be with another person, then you need to tell me, because we can’t be together anymore.”
Kieran’s eyes opened wide, tears that had been pooling in them, now sliding down his cheeks. “No! I don’t want that. I need you. Please, don’t leave me.” He started sobbing.
Caden wanted to rush over to him, but stayed where he was.
Matt knelt next to the couch and took Kieran’s hand.
“Listen, you know how much I love you. Sometimes it drives me nuts to realize what you mean to me. We talked to Caden once about trying to make it with the three of us, but he said no and we respected that. You can’t go asking him to join us in bed or, worse, ask him to fuck you. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”
“I’ll be better, I promise. Don’t leave me. I need you.”
“And I need you.” Matt pulled Kieran close. “I never want to let you go.”
The two of them were wrapped in the other’s embrace, and it was beautiful to see. Caden stepped away, not wanting to disturb them, and went to his room. When he got there, he pulled out some paper from the desk drawer and sat down, trying to work up lists of things he’d need if Dandrot agreed to the park. He had visions in his head of big, beautiful blooms scenting the air with a delicate fragrance, while the colors would be bright and vivid, an attention-grabber.
But… he wondered what about at night when people wanted something more sedate. He grinned. This would require a lot more thought, but he was ready to tackle this project.
A soft rapping at the door drew his attention away from his work. He got up and pulled it open to find Kieran and Matt standing there. Kieran swayed unevenly, and if Matt hadn’t been propping him up, he’d probably be flat on his face. His gaze was locked on the floor, and his voice hitched when he spoke.
“I came to apologize. It was wrong of me to say what I did.”
“It’s okay. I knew what you meant. I love you both too.”
“I’m going to be pun-punished for what I did. Matt’s not going to let me come for a whole week. He said he has a cock cage packed away and it’s got my name on it.”
“And here we go, oversharing once again.” Matt nuzzled Kieran’s neck. “What am I going to do with you brat?”
“Keep me forever?”
“I think we can work with that.” He pecked Kieran on the lips. “Say good night to Caden, and then we’re going in the bedroom and start working on your punishment.”
Kieran leaned closer andtriedto whisper, “He’s going to make me blow him. I don’t see how that’s a punishment, but if it is, he can do it every day.”
Looking up, Caden saw Matt doing his best not to laugh. He led Kieran off to the spare bedroom. Matt winked as they stepped inside, then closed and locked the door.
Caden was just about to return to his work when someone started pounding on the outer door. He rushed over, threw the door open, and found Quade, slumped against the wall. He looked up, his eyes glassy.
“Can I come in?”
From where he stood, Caden could smell the booze. “You’re drunk.”
Must be the night for it.
“Nah, it takes a lot for a lycan to get drunk. Tipsy? Maybe. Drunk? Hardly. We need to talk. Now.”
Stepping back, Caden gestured for Quade to enter. He wasn’t perfectly steady—in fact, he wobbled quite a bit—but he was a lot better than Kieran had been. He shuffled over to the couch, flopped down, and put his feet up on the table.
“Do you wanna know why I’ve been drinking? Let me tell you, it’s not because I was celebrating, that’s for sure. Well, maybe I am. I mean, it’s not every day you find out you’ve got a son, right?”
Caden was sure his mouth was hanging open. “You… you have a son?”
“Sure. Good kid. You’ve met him. His name is Tennyson.”
