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"I may have to add a new one now," Joey says, inching toward Isaiah to pull his chin into his hand.
"What's that, my Roo?" he asks, brushing his lips against Joey’s. The sudden action has my cock aching.
"No questioning my rules." His hand slides in front of Isaiah's pants, gripping onto his cock’s cage. I groan, adjusting my erection in my pants. He made the mistake of touching himself when I asked him not to while I ate his ass last night. He is on his last warning and I'm never lenient once we reach strike three and Isaiah wouldn't want me to be.
He needs me to dominate him as much as he needs Joey to submit. The combination keeps him better grounded. Joey is more abiding by the rules with only a few slips. He’s a natural submissive with not a single amount of dominance running through him. Isaiah sometimes struggles between both worlds. Some days he needs one more than the other. Others, he needs both at the same time.
He grabs Joey by the neck, tilting his head back and flicks his tongue over his Adam's apple. "Pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to be laying down rules."
"Not the only one," I say, stepping closer to them, sliding my hand down the front of Isaiah's pants. "Let's get up the stairs before we give the guards a show."
Joey shakes his head, taking a step back "We're supposed to go to dinner today, remember? There's plenty of time for that later."
"Fine." I remove my hand, earning me a soft whimper from Isaiah.
He releases a long sigh. "Dinner's going to be real fun now."
"I reserved our usual private table in the back. If Carlos agrees, I'll take care of your little problem there."
My gaze shifts between them. "I guess we'll see how things go when we get to the restaurant, won't we?"
I step between them, kissing Isaiah's lips and then claiming Joey's right after, whispering the words, "Te amo," in each of their ears. The combination of them both is always explosive on my tongue. I never thought I'd be standing here between them in this way. I’d never considered the possibility. I had a hard time picturing a life with only Isaiah, because Joey was always supposed to be a part of it. I had always known where Joey's place was, I just never thought it would be one we'd share. I wouldn't have it any other way.
These men belong to me as much as I belong to them. We didn't need the constant “I love you’s.” It’s something we constantly show with our actions, but I know they both need to hear it occasionally. I'd say it every day if they needed me to. This I do for them.
Joey smiles, grabbing both of our hands. "I love the both of you more than this world, but right now food holds the key to my heart."
"So if we feed you, it will belong to us again?" Isaiah asks.
"Precisely. Feed me some food and then I'll let you feed me your dick."
I laugh, tilting my head. "Do I get that deal too?"
"As long as we keep standing here and I continue to grow weak from lack of sustenance, no one does."
"He's always so dramatic when he gets hungry," Isaiah says, rolling his eyes.
I laugh again following them outside the house, not sure why we even came inside to begin with. Maybe so we could have a moment to ourselves before walking back outside with the rest of the world. All I know is I want to be where they are. I'd followthem into the inflamed gates of hell if they asked me to. I'd follow them anywhere.
Epilogue two
Joey
One year later
A familiar honk sends me running to the front door, leaving the food cooking on the stove. When I pull the door open, Carlos smiles at me, lifting his glasses on his head.
“Hey, Little one. Miss me?”
Lunging at him, I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses my face, making his way to my mouth. Our lips lock, tongues hot and tangling. We pull away at the clearing of Isaiah's throat behind us.
“Do I get one of those too?” He says with a grin, leaning against the nearby wall.
“From me or Carlos?” I waggle my brows.
“Why not both?” He inches closer, hooking an arm around my waist and resting a hand on Carlos's shoulder. His warm lips seal over mine before claiming our partners’ and then return to mine.Carlos leans between us, joining in our kiss, licking between our lips and we all rotate between each other.
The smoke detector goes off and we break apart. Carlos's brow raises and Isiah stares behind him.
