Page 9 of Family Matters

“Look, mister, I'm a school counselor, not a goddamn child molester.” Harvey huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes.

“Liam is not a child, in case you didn't notice.” Luca replied in an ice-cold voice. “He is a responsible, kind, intelligent, generous young man. You break his heart, I break every fucking bone in your body.”

“Did I say Liam was a child? No, I fucking didn't. Did I say you hurt children like that? No, I fucking didn't.” Bart made great efforts to keep the anger boiling inside him from exploding.“I only said you hurt my son, you won't be using that part of your anatomy for the next million years. I think the only thing we agree on is Liam is an amazing young man. Don't hurt him.”

“He is ready to blow a head gasket.” Brian turned to Luca, winking and gesturing with his head in his husband’sdirection, as the school counselor was heading to the library’s exit, mumbling something under his breath.

“Are you going to threaten me too?” Harvey asked the librarian, hand on the doorknob.

“No, I think they covered everything.” Brian gestured to his husband and sub.

“I can see you sharpening our knives in your head.” Luca smirked after the school counselor walked out of the library.

“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” Brian smirked, then burst into a wild fit of laughter, the other two men imitating him

Liam lay in bed, on his back, a wide grin stretching his mouth from ear to ear as the scene between his fathers, Luca, and that man, the school counselor, was playing in his head on repeat.A small, amused laugh escaped from his lips when he recalled his papa’s shocked expression at the sight of him appearing from the library’s storage room, arms full of books.

Brian, Bart, and Luca turned beetroot-red and started to cough and clear their throats to hide their embarrassment. They were about to apologize for the tone and the words they used, but Liam didn’t give them time for that; he wrapped all three of them in a warm hug and let them know how grateful he was to have them in his life.

He meant every word, and, as his fathers and their best friend hugged him back with all the love in their hearts, Liam silently promised to do everything in his power to make them proud of him.

CHAPTER 7

“What are you doing, babe?” Brian asked in a husky voice when his husband pushed him backwards into their bedroom, one evening, after they came home from Bartholomew Sr.’s birthday party. It was a fancy event, the suit-and-tie dress code mandatory for all the male guests.

“What I’ve wanted to do for the last…I don’t know…couple of months, I guess. You left me hungry, starved, and now I’m…” Bart stopped and licked his lips.

“How are you, husband?” Brian’s voice got deeper, eyes shining with lust.

Bart swallowed hard. “I’m crazed.”

“What do you want? You can have anything, you know that.” Brian brought a hand to the other man’s cheek, tenderly caressing it.

“We’ll get to that, babe. Right now, I just want to lose control with you.” Bart smirked at his husband when he detected a spark of fear or just surprise as he saw the glint in his eyes reflected in the other one’s. “I just want you to hold still while I get you out of these clothes, despite the fact that they look simply amazing on you…the way this jacket perfectly molds to your shoulders and dips into the contours of your back…”

Bart traced a finger over the places Brian’s jacket hugged him before he tugged it off of him, sauntering it over to a chairand hanging it on the back. The librarian was watching him, and he was determined to take his time and drive him as berserk as he felt. When his husband stepped back, Brian started to open his mouth to say something, but the other man tapped his pointer finger to his lips.

“Uh-uh, right now I’m in control; I’ll pass it over to you soon enough, so just be patient, hot stuff, I’ve earned this.” Bart whispered heatedly.

“All right, I surrender.” Brian let out a puff of air as one side of his mouth quirked up into a half smirk.

“You are so compliant, babe.” The praise came in a teasing voice, as Bart tugged the other man’s dark tie off. “I must have some great power over you.”

“That you do.” Brian growled, watching his soulmate sliding the tie off his neck, slinking it behind him, pulling him back slightly so he could run his teeth over the librarian’s exposed neck.

“Good…” Bart breathed into the other man’s ear. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last couple of years, it’s that you have to take what you want before it gets taken away from you.”

“Nothing will ever get taken from you again.” Brian murmured. His husband was now standing in front of him, unbuttoning his perfectly starched white shirt.

“Is that a promise?” Pushing the shirt open, Bart ran his hands over the other man’s contrasting tan skin, with just the right sprinkling of soft hair.

“On my life.” The answer came in a raspy, solemn, passionate voice.

The three words riled Bart up and he tugged hard on the collar of Brian’s shirt, pulling him down so he could taste the plump lips that always drove him out of his mind. This time, however, he didn’t just taste the said lips, he devoured them, running his tongue from side to side, both top and bottom, taking a gentle bite of the lower one.

Bart chuckled, pulling back and finishing the buttons down Brian’s front before taking off his cufflinks. The man sauntered over to the desk in the corner of the bedroom and plopped them down on the shiny wood, the sound reverberating in the quiet space. He looked over his shoulder and laughed at his husband’s eyes plastered on his ass. Brian blushed, something his soulmate loved like nothing else.

Bart walked back in a wide half circle stopping behind the other man, running his fingertips just above his loosened collar. In one fast swoop, he pushed the shirt down and off his husband’s arms until it was dangling at his wrists. Bart left Brian like that for a few minutes, placing butterfly kisses over his back, between his shoulder blades, then scraping his teeth on the fleshy part, just over his trapezius muscles, which were flexing, inviting him to give them a little bite, which he indulged.

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