Page 145 of Wanted
“No, he doesn’t,” I argued.
“Nobody gets to harm Kendrick,” Fylox stated. I didn’t expect Fylox to channel his protective energy toward my baby with Alex. It made me tear up that Kendrick had two men being his role models. Sure, Fylox had violent tendencies, but he turned easy-going and tender when he was around Kendrick. His sole focus was on keeping us safe and happy.
Whenever I cried or became frustrated about whatever went on in the family or the country, Fylox offered a game. He showed his love the way he knew it, and I didn’t want him to change. I needed his rough edges to go with Alex, who all but spoiled us with love, even from afar.
I asked, “Do you forgive Fylox for drugging you?”
“I fear that if I forgive him, he’ll do it again or worse,” Alex muttered. They didn’t even look at each other. Fuck. This night wasn’t going as planned. I knew what Fylox was capable of. He loved us, and he did what he did to protect his loved ones.
He’d murdered my father brutally to honor me. He had a strange way of showing his love, but it was there. His love.
“I won’t do it again.”
I turned to glance at Fylox, who stood there in a towel wrapped around him dangerously low. His scars were there as my eyes traveled north. They would never fade, for they were too deep. My heart broke every time he allowed me to touch them.
Fylox’s hair dripped onto his shoulders, tiny drops rolling down his chest. He had started growing his hair out, testing what it would look like longer in his natural dark brown color. The locks on his head were still wet from the shower he’d taken earlier. He had changed his hair color after Kendrick was born.
Fylox was sorry. He’d been sad for a while, but we hadn’t overtly discussed it. Alex and Fylox’s relationship ran deep, more profound than what I had with them, and I was their baby’s mom. Kendrick was ours, and we didn’t care what it looked like from outside. In fact, on Katantia, our triple union had a legendary status.
I had to tell Jordan’s men to kick bitches out of my face sometimes. They all wanted a piece of my Fylox. Every other woman asked about my Alex. We had a contract with his league now, and they showed games legally on one of our pre-paid channels. For any of my husband’s games, I personally signed the documents for them to be broadcasted for free. Sports were starting to gain traction on Katantia, and Alex was my country’s icon.
He married the Queen of Katantia. He must fuck the shit out of her!
I chuckled to myself. Then I glimpsed at my men, and their puzzled faces reminded me of our discussion. “You won’t do it again?”
Fylox shook his head. “I won’t ever jeopardize your career or your life. I… I apologize. What I did was wrong. I’ve done many bad things in my life, but that was… one of the worst things. I betrayed your trust. I meant well. I hope you know that. I had a plan for Kamila, and I needed you to be safe.”
Alex exhaled, lowering his gaze. He rolled his lips. He stretched his neck. Fuck, I’d love to have him here every day. Fylox was enough, but I had them both, and I needed them both. To control our OCD and obsessive natures, Jordan, Fylox, and I had begun seeing this therapist we’d brought in from Taiwan. The palace paid her to provide free services to the wounded of the disaster five years ago.
Her schedule never ceased to be packed, but she fit us in every week. I was able to take a bite of an apple that I had only washed for three minutes instead of five, and I could leave dust be for a day before I maniacally removed it from my space. Fylox’s developments were utterly opposite. He was a big anal enthusiast, and we didn’t understand why, but we explored his kink anyway. We tossed a couple of salads here and there. I enjoyed his tongue on my well-cleaned butthole much more than on my pussy these days, which was a first. We tried sex toys made in Katantia. He didn’t appreciate them, so I never tried to stick any toy into him again.
When my fingers accidentally slipped and dipped into the unsolicited territory, he punished me for it, and his punishments were as delicious as ever.
When we weren’t working, Jordan, Fylox, and I smoked weed on top of the refurbished palace, watching over my country as the sun went down. Jordan loosened up from the stress of carrying an entire nation on his back. Fylox and I fought the demons in our heads.
“Thankfully, you and my father have realized that I’m not a little child anymore,” Alex commented. There was faint amusement in his tone, and I latched on to that. He’d picked up on my thoughts. I knew he did. Alex studied me closely now that we spent most of our time on cameras. He knew that I was having naughty thoughts. “I’ve got to thank Katantia for that.”
“Please, don’t ever fight again,” I urged them. I grabbed Fylox’s arm, and I dragged him to the bed. He let me do things like that now. After he saw me push a baby out of my vagina, he grew a whole new level of respect for me. When we played these days, I reminded him to stay focused on me as a person and not me as Kendrick’s mom.
I was much more than that.
My men took their places on the bed, and I joined them. “Alex, I want to try something.”
“Okay?” Alex shifted, turning to face me. I could bite down on those arms of his. They were in shape five years ago, but now, they were breathtaking. I knew how much effort went into every detail of his career, from his sneakers to his muscles, the food he consumed. We watched every game with Fylox. While I salivated over the screen and my husband won a record amount of games each season, Fylox pretended to be reading or snooping on his special laptop that connected to the dark web. I knew that he saw the development of his friend, though.
“I know we haven’t had sex together in a while,” I said, gulping down the pain of the past few years. I remained strong for Fylox, and I held it together with Alex, although I missed the fuck out of him. I wanted Alex next to me and not on the screen. But we had to do what needed to be done. Cameras were much more advanced these days. Plus, we had Jordan setting us up so that Alex and I wouldn’t get hacked while doing it on the webcam. I wouldn’t care because I was the Queen of Katantia, but my husband wasn’t that comfortable with his cock on display for all to see. “Fylox and I have been practicing. We’ve made progress, and I think it’s time to test our new strength.”
Fylox’s gaze turned hungry, eating me up with his cognac eyes.
“I want you both inside of me at once,” I blurted out, squirming like I hadn’t endured a double penetration before. The truth was that I had. At one point in my life, Aram had attempted to fit three dicks inside my pussy. It hadn’t worked at the time, so we went airtight instead.
“But Fylox...” Alex uttered. He still worried about his friend. Fuck, that turned me on.
“He can do it. Trust me,” I assured Alex.
We both gazed at Fylox. Shamelessly, Fylox ogled my body. He did that more frequently now. In our intimate moments, we rediscovered our bodies. We took everything they’d robbed from us back. Fylox and I couldn’t do vanilla forever, but we spent more time going slow ever since we moved to the palace. There were days when I couldn’t escape my past. Fylox often retreated to his shell. Together, we learned patience.
Thankfully, Kendrick balanced us out. Ever since he arrived, Fylox put his best foot forward, and his moods had improved. He even changed diapers. We bathed him together. Fylox and I challenged each other, battling on who made less of a mess. If I let myself believe in conspiracies, I’d say Kendrick took Fylox’s side. He sat by my side when Alex called in from the States, talking to Kendrick on the camera…
