Page 65 of Tender
“You ready to come, sweetness?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Daddy,” Miles gasped.“Yes, Daddy.I’m ready to come.”
Emmett reached down and pinched his nipple.Hard.And then Miles’s vision went white.He was coming before he was aware of it, and when some of his sight returned, he saw Emmett holding Cosimo by the head, forcing him to take all of Miles’s dick as he shot his load.
Cosimo made a soft choking sound, but he didn’t protest.He swallowed it all down, and only when Miles was breathing steady did Emmett let him pull off.There was a moment of tension, one Miles didn’t know how to break.He didn’t know what happened next.
The room was utterly silent.
Then Emmett’s entire body went soft, and he pulled Cosimo into his arms.The pair of them hit the bed, Cosimo’s larger body cradled in Emmett’s arms.He was speaking far too quietly for Miles to understand, but he peered over the edge and watched as Emmett laid a careful graze over his torso, the side of his neck, over his cock.
“…with me?”Emmett’s voice was getting a little louder.
Cosimo cleared his throat and spoke once more in his raspy voice.“I’m here.”
“Ready for the blindfold to come off?”
Cosimo didn’t say anything for a long time, then he asked, “Does he look like he regrets it?”
Miles startled when he realized Cosimo was asking about him.Emmett met his gaze, then grinned. “No. He looks eager to see you. And for you to see him.”
After several small, careful breaths, Cosimo nodded, and Emmett carefully worked the mask off his eyes.It fell to the side, and Cosimo took several long moments before he blinked.For a while, he didn’t look up.Then, his lashes fluttered, and Miles found himself staring into dark, earthy eyes.
“Hi,” Miles said.
Cosimo snorted a laugh, though his lips didn’t turn up into a smile.“You’re sweet.”
Miles had no idea what to do with that compliment.“Thank you.Um.For that.”
Cosimo stared at him, then looked at Emmett.“He’s absolutely yours.”
Emmett’s grin was a little softer, not quite sad but something like it.He stroked tender but firmer touches over Cosimo’s body until he was fully relaxed, then he eased him up.“He’s ours. Now, get comfortable.I’m going to get you a protein bar and water.You can take a bath after I’m happy that you’ve hydrated enough.”
Cosimo grumbled, but it wasn’t really in argument.He clambered toward the pillows with shaking limbs, and Miles scrambled to the side to give him room.With a scoff, Cosimo stared at him, then rolled his eyes and reached out, dragging Miles close.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed that.Cosimo was almost feverishly warm, sweaty and a little sticky, and his embrace was perfect.
“Thank you,” Cosimo rumbled, his voice sending little tingles across Miles’s skin.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You did.”But he didn’t clarify.He just traced a touch over Miles’s lips, then the shells of his ears, over his eyelids, and down his nose.
The moment was strangely tense and relaxed, but Miles didn’t think it should be any other way.They were basking.They were learning each other.They were building a moment that Miles hadn’t been able to have before now.
More questions burned in his chest, but he wasn’t going to ruin this.
Not yet.
Not before he knew whether or not they wanted to keep him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EMMETT
