Page 82 of Tender
The three of them.Something zinged up Miles’s spine.“Can I call you later?”
Oliver grinned.“Yeah, babe.Go get your men.”
The call ended before Miles could push the button, and he stood up, leaving his phone next to his coffee as he made his way inside.The house sounded quiet, and he walked as softly as he could until he reached the bedroom door.
He could hear voices beyond, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying through the heavy wood, and after a beat, he stopped trying.He pushed inside, and he found Cosimo and Emmett lying in each other’s arms.They looked so good like that.So perfect.
Like they were exactly where they belonged.
For a moment, he was hit with another burst of fear.He didn’t belong.He was an interloper, a part-time, temporary guest.He was…
“Hey, baby.”Emmett’s voice silenced the one in his head.He held his arms open.“Come cuddle?”
Miles collapsed against him and was bustled between them both.His back was to Cosimo, Emmett on his side, facing him.He traced a touch over Emmett’s mouth, making him smile.
“So, I need to rip this Band-Aid kind off,” Emmett said.
Miles frowned.“Um…okay?”
“He means he has no patience, so he’s just going to blurt shit out without easing into it,” Cosimo rumbled behind him.
Miles felt his face heat.“Right.Cool.”
“You know now we’re in love with you,” Emmett said.“You feel right with us.And I don’t want to pressure you, baby.I really don’t.But I need to know right now if this is it for you.”
It took him by surprise that Emmett was as nervous and insecure as he was. How could a man like that feel like Miles wouldn’t literally conquer the known universe just to prove his love to them both? It almost made him laugh. Then he saw the nervous look on Emmett’s face and that urge died out.
Cosimo was holding Emmett’s hand tightly like he knew his husband needed reassurance.
“I want to stay, Daddy,” he said very, very quietly. “I’m yours.”
Emmett looked over Miles’s shoulder at whatever face Cosimo was making, then Cosimo’s arms tightened around him and almost squeezed the breath out of him.
“Mine too?” Cosimo asked.
Miles squirmed in his arms, turning, and he took him by the face in a firm hold.“I am absolutely and completely yours.”
Cosimo kissed him.Then Emmett’s lips fell into the crook of his neck, sucking a possessive mark.Miles groaned loudly, sinking into his Daddy’s arms as Cosimo began to work his pants down to his knees.
“I want to fuck you, baby.Will you let me?” Emmett said.
“Please, Daddy,” Miles begged.
Emmett groaned softly before his hand trailed between Miles’s cheeks, and then lubed fingers slipped inside him.He was sore, but in the best way, and before he could even really think about the pain, a warm mouth slipped over his cock and took him all the way down.
Miles’s lips parted on a groan as Cosimo sucked on him—a sort of gentle suckle while Emmett got him ready.His tongue pulsed a pattern over his shaft, and just before he could beg for something more—something harder, and deeper—Emmett shifted his hips up.
“Breathe for me, sweetness.”
“Yes, Daddy.”Miles did, forcing himself to inhale and exhale slowly.
“Good boy.My precious, perfect thing.”
Miles shivered, his eyes going hot as suddenly he was full.Emmett’s dick was silky, hard, and slick.His hips rolled gently as he lashed an arm around Miles and began to move him up and down.The angle was perfect, nailing his prostate, sending sparks through him.
Cosimo began to suck him harder, faster, and Miles was close to losing it.
“Please, please,” he begged.
