Page 94 of Milked

“I had Atlas make this for us. I thought… maybe, if we want…”

“Breathe, Sweet Boy.”

“I thought we could get it tattooed. I realize neither Finn nor I have tattoos, but… maybe we could get a small one of this.”

Finn took the image from my hands, looked at it, and grinned at Ryder. “Is this your way of proposing to us, Rye-baby?”

He looked confused for a moment before he beamed. “Yeah, I guess I am. Not really propose, but… to symbolize our relationship permanently.”

Finn looked at me as his eyes watered. “God… I love that. What do you think, Father?”

“I think this is a great idea.”

Ryder fist pumped in the air like the adorable, sexy, corn-fed nerd he was. “Yes!”

“You know… I’m sorry I can’t give you boys marriage, but—”

Finn leaned down and pressed his lips to mine to silence me. “Stop. We knew what we were getting into. We love you, and I think Ryder’s way is absolutely perfect.”

I kissed him back and eased him off. “You didn’t let me finish, Precious. What I wanted to tell you is what Icangive you myself. How would you like to both be inside me tonight… taking turns? It’s my way of telling you how much I love you both.”

Ryder and Finn looked at each other with wide, shocked eyes. Yes, I was sure it was a surprise, since I’d never had anyone inside me before. Now I wanted both of them.

“Father, you don’t have to do that. We know you love us.”

“Agreed,” Ryder said. “We’re perfectly happy with how things are.”

“No. I want this. I want to feel my boys inside me. This is my gift to you. Unless you don’t…”

“Oh, no. I would love nothing better, Father. This is an amazing gift. Thank you.”

“Hell yeah. I’m totally on board with this. But can I ask… why haven’t you allowed it before? Out of curiosity.”

I huffed a laugh. “Honestly, I have no reason. There’s been nothing holding me back on a personal or emotional level. It’s just always been Finn and my dynamic, so I never changed it. I’d always been the dominant one in bed, and I kept it as such. But now… I think I would like to try it.”

“Can you still boss us around other times?” Ryder asked, his face blooming adorably. “I like you controlling us. I… love you dominating.”

I smirked at him. “But of course, Sweet Boy. You and Finn will always be my boys, whom I love to own and control. So, is that a yes?”

“Yes!” they both said at the same time.

I held my arms open for them to come to me. Ryder sat on one knee, and Finn sat on the other. I wrapped my arms around them as each one bent over to give me a kiss.

“I love you boys with everything I have.”

“We love you, Daddy.”

I lay in bed, naked and fully prepped for my boys. While I may have held the air of confidence and control, my insides were strangely rioting. I felt like a fifty-year-old virgin. I hadn’t been this nervous since Finn first kissed me and turned my world completely on its head… in the best possible way.

Ryder and Finn stood at the foot of my bed, stripping themselves of their clothes. Their eyes turned hungry as they looked at me.

“This is going to be fucking divine,” Finn said, giggling.

“Our Daddy is so sexy.”

Finn and I gasped. Ryder had never called me ‘daddy.’ It had always been ‘sir.’

He looked at us with wide hazel eyes. “Is that… sorry, it just slipped. I…”

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