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With one hand on Milo and the other on Branson, and my cock resting heavily on his tongue, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the velvet headboard.

I must have done something right in life to have been blessed with these two incredible men. Feeling more content than I had in my entire adult life, I let sleep wash over me. I'd regret the position in the morning, I was sure, but it would be so worth it.

Chapter 16

Branson

Have fun. Do something that scares you. Ask yourself why it scares you, then do it anyway.

“Babe, why are you so restless?” Milo asked, looking up from his sketchbook.

“I’m not restless, I’m excited and horny,” I threw back, bouncing on the tips of my toes, then walking around theback of the sofa, straightening a row of mugs on the shelf and then moving back to stand in front of Milo.

“He’s late, and I’m ready to go. Or to stay in and fuck. One or the other. Or both. I’m not fussy.”

It had been three weeks since we’d made things official and everything was great between us. The only part I didn’t like was not having both my men with me every night. Thanks to work, we didn’t always end up staying together, though more often than not, we would wind up in Noel’s bed. It was the biggest and fit all of us comfortably. He and Milo still butted heads over money from time to time, but Noel was learning not to be so flippant and Milo had more patience with him. Their little arguments ended up in some of the hottest sex of my life with the way they would rip into each other and then pass me between them.

This past week though, Noel had been away in Dallas on business and that meant a week of no sex. One thing we had agreed to was no sex when we were not all together. I was completely on board with this - I never wanted anyone to feel left out, but that left me bursting with the need to be taken by both of them as soon as possible.

Kissing and cuddling were still allowed, and Milo and I had done plenty of that over the week. As well as some video calls with Noel, which ended up in all of us covered in our own cum. Milo, it seemed, was touch starved and not just that, it was like he’d never been praised for anything in his life. At night he slept with one hand on me, either held in mine or gripping my hip and when we were home together he’d kiss me or hug me every chance he got. I didn’t mind, not one bit. And when Noel called him a good boy or told him he was amazing? He fucking shone. Beamed like a lighthouse illuminating the rough seas.

Tonight was the first of our date nights and it was Noel’s choice. Milo and I had no idea what he had planned. All I knew was that he was late.

“Come sit, Bran,” Milo said, patting the sofa next to him and instead, I pushed the sketchbook from his lap and sat down, lacking all finesse as I hoisted my frame onto his lap. He let out a soft breath, then wrapped his arms around me and buried his nose in the crease of my neck. “Hmmm, you smell good. Good enough to eat.” He punctuated his words with tender kisses to the soft flesh and I shivered under his caress.

“Will you show me what you’ve been sketching? Please,” I asked while running my hands up and down his tattooed arms. He placed one final kiss on my neck before pulling back and reaching for his sketchbook. Milo rested it over my lap and slowly paged through.

Pages of intricate designs filled the book. Flowers, fish, woodland animals, mythical creatures, and other figures made up the majority of his designs. But interspersed between these were pages of words. Some bold with thick lines, others smaller and dainty.Love. Promise. Desire. Hope. Family. Forgiveness.Other pages were filled with lines of poetry, some that I recognised and others I didn’t.

“Wow, these are really good, Milo.” He blushed, his ears turning a stunning shade of red as he dipped his head. Placing one hand on his cheek, I lifted it again so his eyes were pinned on mine. “Seriously, you are very talented.” I flipped the page again and my breath caught when I landed on an almost empty page except for a detailed design in the middle of it.

“This is…” I couldn’t find the words because something about the drawing rendered me speechless, reaching right into my heart and burrowing there. “This,” I tried again, “is incredible.”

“Oh, I did that for you. Just an idea.” His words were hesitant, guarded and I turned to face him, my blues meeting his browns as a tear clung to the corner of my eye, threatening to escape.

“This is the most perfect thing I have ever seen. How did you come up with it?” Milo adjusted me on his lap so that he could lean over my shoulder and run his finger along the sketch, explaining it all to me as he did.

“The rose is calledIt’s a Wonderful Life. They are usually pink or orange. I chose it because you said your dad loved roses and because that’s what he wanted for you. To have a wonderful life.” The tear that had been threatening to fall, finally did, leaving a warm trail down my cheek, but I caught it before it could land on the sketchbook.

“And these?” I asked, pointing at three smaller flowers to the side of the rose, their stems twining with the rose’s stem. “Those are dahlias. Some people believe they symbolise strength and kindness.”

“Sounds just like my dad,” I said, thinking of the man I remembered him to be. He was those things and more.

Milo traced his finger over the words running along and between the stems.Happiness. Dreams. Love. Wonder. Adventure.My throat was tight as I removed the sketchpad from his lap, careful not to disturb the pages, then spun around to straddle his waist. “It’s perfect,” I said, then leaned down to kiss his cheek. “You’re perfect.” Then I kissed his other cheek.

“Like I said, it’s just an idea. I can start over if -”

“No, I interrupted. That’s exactly what I want. Let’s book it in at the studio. My dad would have loved it and he would have loved you and Noel. I wish you could have met him.” A shadow crossed his features briefly before he dipped his head again and rested it against my chest with his ear pressed to my beating heart. A heart which beat fiercely for both of these men who had tipped my world upside down.

We stayed like that for a few moments until the door to the suite opened.

Hopping off of Milo’s lap, I turned to find my other boyfriend at the entrance with two bouquets of red roses in his hand. Noel was wearing a grey suit, with a white shirt open at the top and his blonde hair was perfectly slicked back. His scent reached me and left me breathless - the notes of coffee and sandalwood hiding beneath the strong floral essence of the roses - making my mouth water. “Daddy,” I said in greeting.

Noel kissed my cheek and handed me one of the bunches of roses. “Missed you.”

Milo came up beside me, pulling Noel into a hug and almost crushing the other bunch of flowers. Noel kissed his cheek in the same way he had mine. “Little artist, did you miss me?” Noel pulled back, grinning and Milo matched him with a striking grin of his own.

“Possibly, Blue, quite possibly.”

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