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Dad’s hand squeezes mine. “Son.” I look over at him, heartbroken to see a tear dripping down his cheek. “It’s okay.”

I shake my head, because I’m just getting started. “It’s not okay. What he’s doing to you isn’t okay, so you can be mad at me all you want—I don’t care. I’m not going to let him sit there and rain down judgment like he’s God and you’re a sinner needing redemption. You have done nothing wrong.Wehave done nothing wrong.” I turn and glare at Tatum. “I love him. We both do. And he loves us. That’s not changing. I’m sorry if it’s upsetting to you, but you don’t get to dictate your father’s love life. What exactly did you expect to happen here, today? Did you want him to break up with us? Do you want us to end up on the street? Because that’s what happens if you get your way. We ain’t got a home. We ain’t got a family besides each other. What do you want, Tatum? What’s your endgame?”

Tatum closes his eyes and sighs. “I don’t know. It’s depraved, Benji. It’s madness.”

“Your husband is finger-fucking you in front of your father right now. If you want to talk about depravity, we can start with that.”

His cheeks darken. “Point taken.”

“Tate?” Bennet whispers, his voice soft and more than a little broken. “Please don’t take him away. We love him. I promise, we aren’t going to hurt him.” He stands up and moves toward them, kneeling in front of Tatum and squeezing his hand. “Please?”

Tatum sighs. “If—and that’s a big ‘if’—I go along with this, I’m going to need to have time to process. You can’t make out with him in front of me or anything. And absolutely no fucking?—”

“Language,” Dad scolds. “Tatum, I want you to look at me.” He waits for Tatum’s eyes to lock on his before continuing. “Did I ever make out with your mother in front of you? Did we fornicate at the family dinner table?”

“Well, no?—”

“Did I ever do anything with her that made you uncomfortable?”

“No, but?—”

“No buts,” he interupts, shaking his head. “I am your father. I’m not going to bed them while you’re in the room.” A small smile cracks his face. It’s small enough the untrained eye might not even recognize it, but I’ve been studying Dad’s face for months. I know all his tells. “I think you’ve met the family’s quota for exhibitionism.” Dad stands up, but his hand is locked with mine, so he brings me along for the journey until we’re standing right in front of them. “These are the men I love, son. I need you to support this, the same way I’ve supported you. I don’t ask for anything, Tatum, but I’ve earned this.”

Tatum nods. “I’m sorry for being an asshole. It’s just a shock, you know?” He dabs at his cheek with his palm. “I really am sorry.”

“I know.” They stare at each other for a beat before Dad leans down and cups Tatum’s cheek. “I just want to be happy, son. We’re not doing any of this to hurt you. Can you please try to support us? Can you do that for me, buddy?”

“Okay. Yeah, Dad, okay. I’ll try. I’ll probably muck it up along the way, but I’ll do my best.”

Dad’s smile widens. “That’s all I’m asking.” He leans in and hugs Tatum, and Tatum melts into the embrace. They stay this way for a while, clinging desperately to each other, mumbling various apologies over and over. Once they pull apart, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest.

“Tate?” Bennet points at the chest. “What’s in the box?”

Tatum quirks a smile. “Very good question.” He motions for Dad and me to scoot over, and when we do, he hops up from Kincaid’s lap, gasping when his husband’s finger slips out of him. It’s still a little weird that he’s only wearing a magenta jockstrap and a t-shirt, but last time he was in town, that’s what he wore more often than not. He kneels in front of the box and unlocks the large padlock keeping it closed. His eyes meet Bennet’s, and he waggles his brows. “I brought some trash that I need to dispose of.”

When he flings the box open, I can’t see what’s inside, so I stand up and make my way over. The second I see the monster’s motionless body lying in a heap, my legs give way and the world goes black around me.

CHAPTER 14

NATE

Benito. The monster. The man who ruined my boys. He’s right in front of me, cowering in a heap inside the box. His chest is rising and falling, but that won’t last long if I have my way. I’ve never once entertained the idea of taking someone’s life, but right now, with my Benjamin breaking like glass beneath me, the urge consumes me. It spreads through my veins like wildfire, pump-pump-pumping red heat inside me. I lean over the box and wrap my hand around the man’s throat, but the sound of Benji’s sobs stop me in my tracks.

I jerk my head toward Benji, my eyes widening when I see how distraught my boy is. He’s shaking like he’s been submerged in an ice-cold lake in the dead of winter. I can’t stand to see him like this. We’ve worked so damn hard to put his heart back together, and now this man—this monster—is threatening to undo all that hard work by existing in Benji’s presence. Not on my watch. Not today.

I kneel in front of my boy, cupping his face, kissing his forehead, reminding him he’s loved. Bennet’s right here with me, doing everything he can to console the man we love. Bennet shoots me a pleading glance, and our newfound triplet powers activate. We both know what he needs to bring him back. Heneeds to know he’s safe, but the means with which to do so would seem depraved to my son.

“Tatum, I need you to leave the room. Go upstairs. Now. Go to my bedroom.”

“Why the hell would I?—”

“Please, Tate?” Bennet pleads. “He’s got to make Benji better, but the only way to make him better is . . .” Bennet looks at me for guidance, but I don’t know how to tell Tatum either. What we share isn’t something normal couples do. Well, maybe they do. I’m not entirely sure how common it is for partners to wear their lovers’ load as a means of emotional stability, honestly. All I know is my boy needs this, and I can give it to him.

“I need to ejaculate onto him, son. Unless you want to make things awkward, I need you to padlock that chest, then leave the room.”

Tatum’s eyes bulge, but, to my surprise, he doesn’t argue. He slams the chest shut and clicks the lock in place before grabbing Abi by the hand and rushing him into the foyer. Once I hear their footsteps on the stairs, I get to work, unfastening my slacks and pulling out my cock. I’m not hard at all, so I know this might be tricky. With my erectile issues, I have no idea if I’ll be able to rise to the occasion at all.

Then, my Benji looks at me. His eyes are on me, begging for my help. Seeing him like this, in need of something only I can provide, is enough to get me there. My cock stands at attention, and I stroke myself rapidly, not wanting to waste time. This isn’t a sexual moment. I have no need for an orgasm after the one they gave me earlier, but my son needs this. I can make him better, and I will.

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