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I gently pull out of Talon and help him to his feet. He giggles sweetly when he stumbles. “My legs are like jelly.” He gives me a sweet smile, then places his hand on my face. “You’re bleeding again, Daddy.”
They help wash me up, Javier carefully cleaning my arm wound as Talon gets the remaining blood from my face. I leave my hands lazily on their waists, wanting to touch them. When I have my hands on them, I know they haven’t left me.
After I’m clean, I take the time to wash them both, cleaning Javier’s and Talon’s own cum from his skin, then turning Talon around and cleaning his hole that’s leaking my seed. It’s a sexy fucking sight, but I don’t try to shove it back into him. Our peace right now is too fragile. I won’t do more than they’ll allow me.
Shutting off the water, I get out and help them both dry off. They look dead on their feet, the adrenaline from the shooting and the news of who I really am seeming to drag them down. But I don’t see fear when they look at me anymore. Maybe some apprehension, but they don’t look as if they’re only allowing me closeness because they think I’ll harm them.
When we step back into the room, I see that Olivia has gone to the car and gotten our bags, leaving them beside the bed. I help my men get dressed and tuck them into bed, where they lie together, Javier spooning Talon.
I sit on the edge of the bed looking at both of them, my heart brimming with more love than I can even fully understand for two men that I've known for such a shorttime. “I need to talk to Olivia,” I tell them. “Then I’ll come back and lie with you two. If that’s okay.”
A sleepy Talon nods. “It’s okay.”
“Why?” I ask, though I don’t elaborate. They know what I mean.
Talon looks back at Javier and Javier nods, kissing his cheek. Meeting my eyes, Talon says, “It sounds crazy, we know. Hell, it’s crazier for me because I just got out of a relationship. This could be a whole rebound thing, but I don’t think so.Wedon’t think so.” He pauses and says, “We love you. We fell in love with you, Knox.”
The nervous breath I was holding bursts from my chest. Sliding closer to them, I take first Talon’s face in my hands and kiss him, then crush my lips to Javier’s. How could they love me, even after knowing what I do?
“Does this mean you’ll stay with me?” I ask, though I have no right.
“Yeah, we will,” Javier says.
“I need to tell you one more thing,” I say, placing a hand on my chest to ensure my heart doesn’t explode from the overabundance of love. “My name. My real name…is Koda. It’s the name I was born with. No one but Patience knew that. Now, you two.”
“She doesn’t?” Talon asks, his eyes flicking to the door.
“No. She knows me as Knox. Knox was…Patience’s last name. So I made it who I am. But for you two, I wanna be Koda again.”
“Koda,” Talon says, rolling the name around in his mouth. “I like it. It suits you. Can we…do we not call you that around her?”
I shrug. “You can. Or you can keep calling me Knox. I don’t care either way.”
“I like Koda,” Javier says. Then he smiles at me. It’s small and tentative, but it’s enough. “But can we still call you Daddy?”
Sighing with a smile I can't hide, I kiss them both again, gently, sweetly, with all the gratefulness, and reverence I can pour into them. “Yes, baby boy, little one. You can still call me Daddy.” I kiss them one more time. “Get some sleep. We might be leaving tomorrow.”
They nod and tuck themselves closer together and shut their eyes.
twenty-one
tell me your secrets
“Two men, Knox?”Olivia asks when I step out of the room, shutting the door softly behind me. “You weren't that greedy back when I knew you.” She winks at me.
I give her the finger but crack my first smile of the night. “Yeah, well, things change after a few years. I’m their Daddy.”
“Yeah, some things never change.” She grins at me.
I give her a long, searching look, asking her questions without uttering a word. Her smile fades and she nods, waving me into the small kitchen. There’s a first aid kit on the island, with a suture kit already open and ready. Olivia points to a stool and I take a seat. She snaps on a pair of gloves and gets busy poking and prodding at my wounds.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
She nods distractedly. “I got my nursing degree after I got out of the game. You’re in good hands.”
I look over at her, my eyebrows raised. “You did? You’re a normal civilian now?”
“Yep. I have a wife and two dogs. Well, I have aMommy,and two dogs. I work in a small clinic not far from here.” She meets my gaze, a soft smile on her lips. “I’ve been living a good life.”
