Page 56 of Branson's Promise

“I love you too,” Branson said and my already racing pulse kicked up a notch. “You have no idea how much. And to answer your question, I’m going to let you love me every day for the rest of our lives and whatever comes after. And I'll do the same, because the three of us? Endgame.”

He placed feather soft kisses on my cheeks and down my neck as he repeated the words against my skin.I love you, I love you.

Once my skin was dotted with kisses, he slid off me and crawled the short distance to where Milo was still sitting, his eyes wide, a grin curving up one side of his face. His hands were resting on his thighs, but when Branson approached, Milo tugged him up and onto his lap, their naked groins pressing flush together. Branson took Milo’s cheeks in his hands, tipping his face until they were eye to eye.

“I love you. You're the other part of this three part equation. Ours, always.”

“An equation huh?” I said, Branson turning to face me.

“I’m a numbers guy, and you two are my favourite denominators,” he shrugged. He was so adorable, if I hadn't only just blurted out that I loved him, I would have done it right then again.

Milo remained silent, his eyes darting from me to Branson and then back again, listening to our exchange. It was okay if he didn’t say it back, if he wasn't ready. I thought he felt the same - or maybe it was that I just had a shit ton of hope.

Pulling myself off the carpet and flattening my ruffled hair, I took the spot next to Milo. Once I was seated, Milo wordlessly lifted Branson and placed him on my lap.

If Milo's silence was making Branson nervous, he didn't show it. Instead, he relaxed into my arms.

Milo adjusted his position so he was facing us. His eyes shone and he wore a knowing grin, like he was in on a secret and everything in me settled as though subconsciously I already knew what was coming.

“For as long as I can remember, the concept of love has been foreign to me. I know my mom loved me and I know Mia does as much as a sister can. But true love was always felt so out of reach, like a secret I was never meant to be privy to. Until the two of you came into my life and that secret was finally in my grasp.”

He took my hand and placed the other on the back of Branson’s neck.

“I love you both. I have for a while now. I have never had anyone care about me the way you two do. Never felt like I actually mattered until you came along. In the beginning, I worried that my past would turn you away and that it wouldn’t be worth exploring these feelings between us. That what you had was beautiful and I'd only taint it, but you never once let me feel that I wasn’t worthy of your attention. I don't know if I know how to love you the way you both deserve, but I'll try, every single day.”

Milo leaned over us, sliding his lips against mine, delivering a tender kiss, then turned to do the same to Branson. We took turns exchanging kisses until we were three bodies mashed together on a hotel sofa, loving each other the way we were made to. Because we were made for each other, three parts of an equation that equaled this right here.

Us.

Branson broke the embrace with a chuckle. His lips were swollen, his cheeks chaffed from the grazes of our stubble and I wanted nothing more than to dive back in again.

“What’s so funny?”

He looked down at his naked lower half before answering. “We’ve just shared probably the most romantic moment in our relationship to date, and Milo and I are pantsless.” He laughed harder and I squeezed him around the waist, kissing his neck.

“Pretty fitting for us, I think,” Milo said before he joined in with the laughter.

Warmth surrounded me at the shared sounds of happiness and I never wanted it to end. For as long as I could, I planned to keep those smiles on their faces.

“I like you naked.” Tickling my fingers up Branson’s inner thigh, I noted his sharp intake of breath as his laughter died down. “And I think it would be a shame not to make use of it right now.” Taking his half hard cock in my hand, I stroked until he was fully erect and whimpering. Milo moved so he was bent over Branson then licked at the slit, before wrapping his lips around the flushed head and sucking, dragging out the most beautiful moans from Branson.

“Yes,hmmph.” Unintelligible words fell from Branson’s mouth as Milo took him deeper until his nose was brushing against the light blonde hairs at the base of Branson’s cock. I lifted Branson’s t-shirt, gaining access to his pert nipples and he groaned louder, writhing in my lap with each pinch and twist. I pulled his top off, leaving every inch of his smooth skin on display. A crimson flush spread up his neck and cheeks and I laved my tongue over it, from his collarbone to his earlobe.

“Look at you,” I whispered. “So flushed and beautiful, letting us do whatever we want to you.” My eyes caught Milo’s as he sucked on Branson, saliva running down his chin. “I want a taste.”

Milo smiled around the cock in his mouth but didn’t stop. Instead, his dark eyes taunted me as he took Branson deeper, moaning around him. My own dick throbbed, reminding me I was still fully clothed.

“That’s it, just like that, don’t stop.” Branson’s body trembled on my lap, his breath stuttering as he thrust his hips upwards chasing his release. Milo coughed but didn’t let up.

“Come, kitten, fill his mouth. But just know that I will be getting my taste later.” His back arched, and I gripped him tighter as he came, releasing his seed into Milo’s waiting mouth. Milo sucked him dry, licking up every drop. Branson flopped forward, his forehead coming to rest against Milo’s.

Once Branson had caught his breath, Milo climbed off the sofa and I pushed Branson forward until he was face down, his face on the sofa cushion that Milo had just vacated. His gorgeous toned ass was in the air, calling to me. “Perfect, so fucking perfect.” Milo returned a moment later and handed me a bottle of lube. He wore a devious smirk and when my eyes landed on the second bottle in his hand, I chuckled.

“Got plans of your own, do you?”

He grabbed my chin roughly and angled my face towards his before letting a drop of saliva fall between our lips. I lapped it up, savouring the bitterness left behind from Branson’s cum.

“Sure, do. While you’re burying yourself in that sweet ass, I’ll be burying myself in yours.”

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