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“Are you okay with throwing on some of my sweats, so we can grab some food and talk? I think it’s necessary, whether we want to or not.”

“I guess.” He pouts, rolling onto his back to face me while I dress. The way the sheet tents over his lap makes it obvious he’s hard, despite all the emotional upheaval. It’s a reminder of how much younger he is. How my dick used to chub up just being in a room with people I desired sexually. These days it may take a bit more to get it going, but not much. Just watching his erection jerk and move under the sheet has mine twitching, too.

“Don’t pout. Be a good boy and come grab some clothes.”

He perks when I tell him to be a good boy, and I make a mental note of the way praise makes him blush.

Silas retrieves the sweats and T-shirt I hold out from him and tugs them over trim hips and broad shoulders just as Ava comes out of the bathroom. Her freshly washed face glows with the same beauty I’ve adored since I was too young to drive. I pull both of them into my arms, kissing them each in turn.

“Everything’s going to be just fine.” I tell them both. And it will be, because I’ll make sure of it.

Chapter

Six

SILAS

The table in this hotel room isn’t meant for three, even if one of them is sitting on their husband’s lap. Ava perches on Huck’s thighs, her back against his chest and her legs draped over each of his. Not even the mind fuck of this day can keep my eyes from constantly straining to catch a glimpse of her under the belted folds of the complimentary hotel robe. When she climbed from the bed earlier, I swear the sight of her spectacular rack jiggling with every step just about turned my balls inside out.

“You got a one-track mind, boy.” Huck smirks, catching the way I ogle her.

“If you had this view, you would, too.” I can’t help the grin that fights free when I realize, after all these years of suppressing the filthy fantasies of Ava and Huck Anders, I’m finally free to unleash them.

My brain boggles thinking of all the time we could have had together if I’d had any inkling they were into me, too. Then again, I can’t imagine they were much enamored with the shitshow I was for the first few years I knew them. Yeah, it’s probably a good thing there was nothing between the three of us back then.

I mean, maybe, I’m getting ahead of myself, thinking this could actually be something. Not only are they’re married and way older than me, but there’s reality their son is my best friend. Jameson’s gonna punch rainbows if this becomes a thing for real.

“Eat all your breakfast, and you can have a turn holding Ava while I eat. If you want,” Huck offers.

If I want? The way my dick thumps inside my borrowed sweats has my eyes nearly crossing with how much I want. The look on my face must be obvious, because Ava chuckles and reaches across the table to swipe a tater tot hashbrown from my plate.

“Let me help you so you’re done quicker.” She winks. Winks! I’m gonna nut my pants. I know it.

The two of us dig into our food, and Ava sneaks Huck bites from her plate until both are empty. As soon as my last forkful of eggs is swallowed, he lifts her to her feet and pats her on the ass.

“Go sit on his lap before be explodes into a cloud of horny glitter, Angel. We can talk while I eat.” He smiles and points his fork at me as she circles the table to settle on my legs.

“No coming until after we talk.”

It’s an order my body struggles to obey. I lie to myself that it’s because I haven’t gotten my dick wet since before rehab, but I know it’s really because of her. And him.

“Talk fast then.” I’m not even embarrassed by the way they both chuckle.

“What’s your biggest concern right now? Let’s tackle everything one worry at a time, so it’s all manageable,” Ava suggests. It’s such a caring approach to handling my problems, making me feel less alone in the things I’m scared of.

Both of them have been there for me so many times since I met them. It’s selfish of me, but I never stopped to wonder why. I just accepted their care as part of being Jameson’s bandmate. Waking up in bed with them today has opened my eyes in a lot of ways. I’m questioning things I never thought to.

Logic suggests I should ask for details about what happened last night. I’m unsure I’m ready to tackle all of that just yet, though. As much as the answer terrifies me there is one thing I have to bring up before this goes any further,.

“I don’t want to ruin your family.” Knowing what it’s like not to have family makes me protective of the close relationship Jameson has with his. Protective and jealous. As big as these my for Ava and Huck are, I need to know they’ve got a plan to make sure this won’t hurt Jameson.

“Boy, caring about you would never hurt our family. You’ve already been a part of us for years. Now, we’re just…” Huck pauses, thinking of what to say.

“Changing the parameters,” Ava supplies. She threads her fingers through mine and stretches our hands across the table to Huck’s. The circular table is so tiny it’s no reach at all for him to cover our tangled fingers with his massive palm.

“Exactly. We’re not ruining anything. Just changing the shape.”

They wait patiently while I digest things. Huck quietly continues eating his breakfast until I’m ready with more questions. With each thing I ask, one or the other of them answer. Honestly. Sincerely. Even the nosy questions about whether they’ve always had an open marriage.

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