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Martin was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“One last thing,” Noel stepped between Milo and I, taking one of each of our hands in his before continuing, “Mia doesn’t want to follow in your footsteps. Make things right with her, let her study what she wants, and for once in your selfish life, put your child first.”

Angry, protective Noel was hot as fuck, and I could not have loved him more than I did right then.

Noel's expression softened when he looked at me and then Milo, and all signs of the stern businessman evaporated as he smiled at us. A smile so adoring and open, one he reserved just for us.

“Picnic time, loves?”

Chapter 27

Noel

The door bounced on its hinges as I pushed it open, my lips firmly connected to Branson's and my hand on Milo's arm, pulling the two of them with me into our room.

“Off, get these off,” I mumbled against Bran's lips while I fumbled one handed with the button on his jeans. Breaking our kiss, I turned to Milo, gripping the back of his neck and hauling him into me. His solid body crashed against me with ahmpfand I covered his lips with mine. He tasted like the red wine and chocolates we'd just shared on our picnic.

The rest of the day had been good. Milo was quiet for a while, but once Branson had started regaling us with his tales of trips around Europe with August and the mishaps they'd faced, the laughter started and the shine returned to Milo's eyes.

“You too, Milo, jeans off,” I panted, feeling untethered and desperate to remind them that they were perfect. How could anyone not see that?

I'd nearly lost my cool earlier when Martin had spouted his bullshit about them, but I hadn't and I deserved a fucking pat on the back for that. The way he'd spoken to Milo and about Branson? Anger swirled through me trying to dampen my arousal just thinking about it again. I knew Milo's full name, but never did I think his father was Martin Montague, someone my family had been doing business with for years. His services were good, reliable and sure maybe replacing them would be a pain but fuck him, I wasn't doing business with that reprehensible, abusive asshole.

The prickly parts of Milo where money was concerned made sense now. Martin Montague ran in the same social circles as my family, though we'd never met before now. I knew he was a showman, flaunting women like accessories and his wealth as though it was endless. He had a charm about him though that had people flocking to do business with him. The dark parts he kept hidden from the world, but I knew now and there wasn't a chance he'd see business from Bennett Properties again.

Pushing all thoughts of Milo's father away, I focused instead on my boyfriends.

“On the couch, kitten.”

Branson had done as I'd asked, removing his jeans but had left his t-shirt on. He fell to the sofa, spreading his legs wide. His cock stood hard and flushed against his stomach and his blue eyes were dark, his pupils dilated. He licked his lips and I flicked a furtive glance to where Milo stood, naked from the waist down.

“Fuck, you're both so gorgeous. I am one very lucky man. On the couch too, Milo.”

We both moved towards where Branson was sitting, languidly stroking his erection. Milo sat next to him mirroring his stance, at the same time I fell to my knees between Branson’s legs.

I watched, my heart trying to break from my chest, those three words tingling on my lips, as Milo gripped Branson's t-shirt with both hands and pulled him forward, slamming their lips together. Branson groaned, his dick bobbing at the movement.

I couldn't look away, content in taking in the raw beauty of my men. Admiring the way they looked, the way they touched each other, the sounds they made and the way their combined scents filled the room.

They smelled like home and happiness.

I'd worn a mask for a long time - playboy Noel who didn't form attachments. But they'd both stripped me of it, revealing the person I really was underneath. I was different with them,becauseof them. It was like my soul knew them from the moment they came into my life, like it knew the same way my heart and body did, that they were mine.

Mine.

My kind, compassionate, full of life men with smiles that turned my world upside down on a daily basis. How was it possible to feel so much, so soon and so intensely?

“I love you.”

Their kiss broke, as they both slowly turned to face me, looking down at where I still kneeled at their feet. Maybe this position was symbolic in some way.

“You love us?” Branson swallowed audibly as his bright blue eyes drank me in, hope blossoming in their depths.

“So much. I can't think of a word big enough to express how much. I only hope I can make you feel it, every single day for as long as you’ll let me.”

In one swift, graceful movement, Branson slid off the couch, pushing me onto my back. Climbing on top of me, he blanketed my body with his partially naked one. Then, placing his arms on either side of my head, he pressed up until our eyes met.

Thank fuck I'd dropped the playboy act with him all those months ago.

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