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Charlie felt a grin take over his face. It grew and grew until it was almost painful, straining his muscles to the limit.

But he couldn't stop. He was so happy!

Ward bent over them, his chest heaving with panted breaths. He pulled them close, his big body almost managing to blanket both of them. Ward gave Skylar a sweet, lingering kiss, then turned to Charlie to do the same.

Charlie kissed him back eagerly, then had to pull away and suck in a breath as a wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm him.

Ward gently brushed the tears away, then held them again. “He's ours now, little mouse.” Ward looked from Charlie to Skylar and back. “Nobody else's. Just ours. All ours.”

Ours.

Charlie burst into tears.

Chapter 53

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SKYLAR

SKYLAR SLOWLY caught his breath, looking from Ward to Charlie and back.

Was he dreaming? He had to be. Except Charlie was crying, and Ward looked on the verge of doing the same. Was that good or bad? With Charlie, it was a tossup. Skylar had known him to cry out of sheer happiness, but more frequently out of overwhelm or frustration. As for Ward? Skylar couldn't even imagine the guy crying, so it completely threw him.

Ward blinked rapidly. He was still halfway on top of Skylar and pulling Charlie in close, like he was trying to blanket both of them, shielding them from the world. “My boys,” Ward gasped. “My beautiful boys.”

Skylar's breath caught in his throat, hearing the complete and utter awe in the man's voice.

Ward burrowed down into them, holding them tight. Like he never wanted to let them go.

Skylar stared up at the ceiling, then closed his eyes, feeling the two men surrounding him. He tried to draw his knees up, desperate to hold onto the gift they'd given him. It might all come running back out of his body, and that was the very lastthing he wanted. Now that it was safe for them to come inside him, he wanted to soak it all up. Absorb it into himself so it would be part of him forever.

He stifled a sudden, manic urge to laugh. Maybe he was crazy for even wanting it. Maybe it wasn't even physically possible. But he had to believe it was possible. He'd felt it enter his body. Not just from the pulsing of their cocks, but he could swear he'd actually felt the jets of it strike somewhere deep inside him, unimpeded by a condom. Now, Skylar imagined their semen mixing together and soaking into his insides. Maybe entering his bloodstream somehow and moving all around his body, becoming a permanent, integral part of him.

If only this moment would never end.

Then Charlie let out a pitiful, desperate cry.

“Charlie?” Skylar gasped.

Ward lifted up, allowing them both to see Charlie's face. “Hey, little mouse. What's wrong?”

Charlie squirmed and grunted like he was trying to pull himself free.

Skylar's heart raced in panic. He didn't want them to pull away. Not yet. He wasn't ready!

Then Charlie grabbed Skylar's left wrist.

Oh. Skylar heaved a great sigh of relief, his entire body shuddering with it, and held out his arm.

Charlie touched his fingertip to the heart tattoo and began the slow, meandering path along the continuous line. He barely paused at the heart before he started again. And again. Each pass went faster. His touch grew more insistent. More desperate.

Skylar winced.

“Easy, little mouse,” Ward murmured. “Let's not hurt Sky, okay?” He reached out to grab Charlie's hand.

Charlie slowed but didn't stop, his eyes widening.

“No,” Skylar gasped. “Let him finish. He has to finish a circuit. It'll be worse if he doesn't.”

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