Page 28 of The More the Merrier

Liam's mom furrowed her brow and took a step forward. "I don't understand. Are you gay?" she gestured to me, "or straight?" she waved her hand at Noelle.

I heard Liam suck in a sharp breath and squeezed his hand harder, reminding him that we were all there for him.

"I'm bisexual, Mom, and polyamorous. And I would love your support and acceptance, but I don't need it. I've got a chosen family who loves me. I'll be okay."

His mom looked bewildered as she processed his words. "Well," she finally said, "I may not approve of or understand all your choices, but I'm not willing to lose you over it. And I'm not willing to spend another holiday keeping you away from your family. It seems like a nice one, so the more the merrier, I say." She stepped into our line of love, between Liam and Noelle, and took each of their hands in hers. Her eyes found her husband's and she seemed to issue him a silent challenge.

His eyes drooped in defeat and he shook his head. "Thirty years of marriage and I've learned one thing for sure. When it comes to matters of the heart, my darling Patricia is always right. I'd like to get to know your family, son. Would it be all right if we stayed for the holiday? In a hotel, of course. Wouldn't want to impose."

Liam let go of my hand and wiped a tear from his eye with the back of his hand before stepping forward to embrace his father. "Of course you can stay, Dad. I don't think I’ve ever had a better Christmas present."

I bit my lip and hid a smile as I thought about my earlier errands. His parents' knowledge and acceptance of us would be hard to top, but I planned to do it by making sure he had everything he needed to burn the box down and never step back into it again.

Chapter 11

Liam

"I don't understand. Why must we leave the house for our present? It's okay if you didn't get us anything, Daddy. We know your last minute shopping trip got cut short. You didn't come home with any bags."

"Just because I didn't have bags doesn't mean I didn't go shopping," Logan countered as he ushered us out the door. "We'll be back soon," he said over his shoulder to three sets of bewildered parents.

After the standoff in our living room two days prior, all three sets of parents had decided to stay in town, getting rooms at a hotel on the strip. We'd actually had a pretty nice, if not still sometimes awkward, time, with Logan's dad making our Christmas Adam latkes, my mom treating us to an authentic homemade Chinese feast on Christmas Eve, and Noelle's parents fixing up a traditional Christmas ham dinner with all the fixings tonight. Logan and I had made cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and all three of our families had come over this afternoon, after Logan, Noelle and I enjoyed a quiet Christmas morning, just the three of us.

"I thought we did our gifts for each other this morning. Wasn't that the whole point of having our parents not show up until lunchtime?" I mused.

"My gift wasn't ready yet," Logan explained, sticking the keys in the ignition and turning over the engine. "And that wasn't the only point of having them come late."

The look he sent me had blush rising up my cheeks and my cock stiffening in my pants as I remembered our early morning, under the Christmas tree activities.

"Touche," I muttered. "Still, we better hurry. It's not good manners to leave our guests by themselves."

"It will take as long as it takes." Logan pulled out of the driveway and turned toward the strip.

"Where are we going, Daddy?" Noelle whined from the backseat.

"It's a surprise," was all Logan would say.

Fifteen minutes of agonizingly slow driving later, we pulled into the parking garage of one of the ritziest casinos on the strip.

Logan parked and came around the car, opening Noelle's door first, then mine. He took both our hands and led us to an elevator, then through the casino and the hotel lobby to another set of elevators, where once inside, he scanned a key card and punched a button for the top floor.

"Did you get us a room, Daddy?" Noelle asked.

I shook my head. That made no sense. Logan only smirked. The elevator stopped on the top floor and he led us down a long corridor to a pair of ornate metal doors. This time he used a real key and not a keycard to unlock them, confusing me further.

The doors swung open and he pulled us through. I stopped short as I took in the stunning space, still having no idea why he'd brought us here.

Still, I couldn't help but whistle as I took in the jaw-dropping crystal chandeliers, the tufted leather walls, the stunning marble bar that ran half the length of the room, the floor-to-ceiling strip-view windows, and the huge dance floor.

Before I could ask any questions, Logan took my hand and Noelle's, and pulled us down a hallway, showing us a full commercial kitchen and six private rooms.

"What do you think?" he finally asked.

"It's gorgeous. But I'm still confused. What is this place? Is it a property you're selling?"

Logan shook his head and rocked back on his heels. "Close, but not quite right. It's a property I bought. Welcome to the future home of Club Three, a soon to be world-renowned menage and polyamory BDSM club."

Understanding started to dawn, and yet I still had so many questions. Noelle looked utterly lost.

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