Page 106 of His Boys to Protect

Charlie didn't like that. Not one bit.

But Ward assured him it was fixed. They'd closed that account, then opened another one only in Skylar's name. His Sky's money was safe.

Skylar's relief at that was so loud, it was all Charlie could do to hold still. He needed to rock. Or squeak. Orsomething. But there were too many people around. They'd make fun of him for sure. Charlie didn't like it when people made fun of him.

So he trembled, keeping everything locked in. It wasn't until they were back in the truck that Charlie let go. He rocked and bounced in the seat, needing to let it all out of his body before he could even think about putting his seatbelt back on.

After that, he needed sex time even more. He needed the release.

But they weren't done yet.

They went to the pharmacy next. Charlie could hardly even listen as Skylar talked about having his prescriptions forwarded there. All around him, there were shelves full of bottles and boxes. He itched to straighten them all. They were close, but definitely not perfect. He needed them to be perfect. His Sky's tension was loud enough without having to see that chaos all around him.

Finally, they got back into the truck and returned to Ward's apartment.

But then his Sky had to make a bunch of phone calls. Charlie rocked as he listened. His Sky talked endlessly about closing accounts and paying off balances. Then there was something about a forwarding mail address. Charlie had no idea what any of that meant, but it was clearly important. His Sky was so utterly focused, it was like nothing else existed.

Once he was done, though? If Skylar's relief in the bank had been palpable, this was downright explosive. Skylar collapsed back on the couch, his phone nearly slipping from his hand. Charlie caught it and set it on the coffee table just as Ward walked in, carrying an empty laundry basket. He'd been keeping busy while Skylar was on the phone, since he hadn't had time for chores over the weekend.

Skylar sat right back up at the sight of him. He looked from Ward to Charlie and back, then slowly stood. Skylar took a step away from the couch, then a half step back, looking torn.

Charlie stood as Ward approached.

“How's it going?” Ward asked.

“I got it all done,” Skylar said. “I mean, as much as I can today. I'm waiting to hear back from my doctor, but–” He broke off, reaching out for both of them.

Charlie clasped his Sky's hand and stepped in closer just as Ward did the same.

Skylar panted. “I need–”

“Sky,” Ward interrupted. “We talked about this.”

“No, it's not that,” Skylar insisted, shaking his head. “It's not a matter of owing you.” He paused, looking from Ward to Charlie and back again. “I need this. Needyou,” he emphasized, focusing on each of them in turn. “Please. Daddy, please,” Skylar begged. “I need to be yours. I need to feel clean again. I need it to be over.”

Ward's expression changed, his eyes softening and going dark. He muttered a curse under his breath. “Geez, Sky.” He shifted closer, and Charlie couldn't help doing the same. It left the three of them pressed up against each other, all of them breathing hard. “Charlie?” Ward asked. “Is that okay?”

Charlie nodded emphatically. He needed to be inside his Sky really badly, but Ward had to be part of it now, too. It didn't feel right otherwise. Charlie grabbed his Sky and kissed him, but then he had to kiss Ward next. And then he had to see Ward kiss his Sky.

That in itself was really growing on him. He loved the way Ward somehow managed to take complete control while also being so gentle, like his Sky was made of glass.

They shuffled into the bedroom in a tangle of limbs, sharing kisses all the way. Then it was a race to get undressed, all three of them tugging desperately at each other's clothing. Charlie didn't even care when it all got tossed randomly aside. He couldn't see the mess past the beauty of the naked bodies before him.

But his penis was so hard that it ached. Charlie needed inside his Sky. Needed itnow.

A hand grabbed him there. Charlie gasped, torn out of a kiss with Skylar. He looked down to see Ward rolling a condom into place.

“Come here, sweet boy,” Ward murmured, gently nudging Charlie into position between Skylar's legs. “You've been so patient all morning. I'm so proud of you.”

Charlie whimpered, falling eagerly on top of his Sky. Ward's hands steadied and soothed him, one resting lightly on his back, the other still holding his penis, guiding it into place. Charlie felt his tip touch Skylar's body.

He let out a cry and thrust inside.

Charlie sank into his Sky and went completely still. It felt too good. He'd been craving this for hours. Weeks, really. He hadn't had a chance to be with his Sky since the last time all three of them had been together. It was almost too much.

But Ward's hand gently stroked his back, soothing him, grounding him. Charlie moaned and started to move. When Ward tried to take his hand away, Charlie whined and signed for him to put it back. So Ward did. The big man touched him all over, tugging on his hair, smoothing down his back, groping and squeezing his buttocks. All the while, Ward touched Skylar, too, keeping them all connected. Ward wasn't inside Skylar with him like last time, but they were all part of this.

And, somehow, that made it even better than if it had just been himself and his Sky alone.

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