I’d met twins who wore the same clothes, twins who wanted to be as independent and unique as possible, and then these two. They didn’t compare. They were two halves of a whole, and it wasn’t even about sex. They needed each other like air. Just like I didn’t leave the house without my lungs, they didn’t stray far from each other either, because they couldn’t.
“I’m sorry they didn’t understand you,” I murmured.
He hummed and watched me as he inhaled from his smoke. “Things got better when we moved in with our grandmother in Virginia Beach. She didn’t understand either, but she accepted easily. Judgment is for the Lord, she used to say.”
I smiled. “Is she still around?”
“Afraid not, but she was almost ninety when she passed a couple years ago,” he answered. “Good woman. Every night before she went to bed, she had a couple fingers of whiskey as she read from the Bible.” He paused and grinned slightly. “She caught us smoking weed once. Said, ‘Least you coulda shared it with me, ya idjits.’”
I chuckled under my breath.
“Your turn, pup.” He nudged his elbow to my shoulder. “Any extended family to visit on holidays?”
I shook my head. “Not really—except for a couple cousins on Dad’s side that we see very rarely.” I took a final drag from the cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. “Significantly more family members alive on my mom’s side, but they’re all shitheads. Except for Aunt Mel. She and Mom kind of divorced the whole family after they took my biological dad’s side when Mom wanted to leave him.” This was mostly crap I’d heard years later. I’d been too young to understand much at the time. “Never mind that he was a gambling alcoholic who stole from her. She was in the wrong for walking out, apparently.”
“Definitely shitheads.” River nodded in agreement and stubbed out his smoke too. “World’s full of ’em.”
Yeah. To the point where, when you met two people who were the opposite, one might get so excited that he accidentally blurted it out to his aunt.
I’d managed to keep my mouth shut last weekend, but this morning, I’d caved. She’d witnessed one too many of my stupid grins that I’d ended up awkwardly confessing I was “sort of seeing two men,” and then I’d tried to downplay it as “but it’s just a kink thing,” and she hadn’t bought it.
I didn’t buy it either.
In a short period of time, River and Reese had opened up a new world for me, one I wanted to live in forever. With them. Two coveted Sadists who typically didn’t do the whole relationship thing.
With the way they were acting with me, though, it was impossible not to hold out hope that maybe I was different. That maybe this could be more than kink.
River draped his arm along the back of the sofa as Colt and Daddy eased into a familiar song.
I leaned against River’s side and pulled his arm down my chest.
He kissed the top of my head.
Reese’s voice was so beautiful. His fingers plucked at the strings with ease and years of practice, and together with Colt, he gave “Hallelujah” a slow country twist with their sexy, almost lazy, drawl.
My stomach flipped and tightened when Daddy lifted his gaze to me. I got stuck. I couldn’t look away. It was fucking crazy. I was screwed. It literally felt like they’d ruined me for all others.
I exhaled unsteadily and hugged River’s arm to me.
* * *
“Time to wake up, little one.”
“Nooo, I disagree.” I threw an arm over my face and tried to go back to sleep.
The downside of working out with Daddy was that he woke up so damn early, which was weird since he also went to bed very late.
“Whether you disagree or not is irrelevant.” He pulled away the duvet from me and started leaving a trail of kisses down my chest. “Wanna tell Daddy what got into you last night?”
I grinned sleepily and scrubbed my hands over my face. “River got into me.”
River exhaled a drowsy chuckle, then groaned into his pillow. “Fuck both of you. I’m tryna sleep.”
“Before you do, check out my neck,” Daddy said. “Do I have any scratches?”
That caused both River and me to lift our heads from our pillows and squint down at Daddy.
Oh crap. Okay, it was possible I’d lost my composure last night when we came back to the cabin. I’d all but attacked Daddy, and I’d dragged River with me. It’d ended with me on all fours over Daddy, him on his back, and River behind me.
Now Daddy had three impressive scratch marks on the side of his neck.
“My bad.” I smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”
He smiled and shook his head, and he got comfortable between my legs. I didn’t mind at all! “I love it when you don’t hold back.”
I bit my lip as he sucked my semihard cock into his mouth. Part of me wanted to collapse against the pillow and just enjoy it, but I couldn’t. I had to see. He was so fucking good at it.
Instead, I propped myself up on my elbows and stared unabashedly.
I guess River wanted to watch too, because he rolled onto his side and kissed my shoulder, and he threaded his fingers through Daddy’s hair to guide his movements. I sucked in a breath and tensed up as pleasure rushed through me.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” River murmured.
I nodded jerkily. “S-so good. He doesn’t choke like I do sometimes.”
River hummed and dropped a kiss to my jaw. “Maybe I’ve given him a lot of practice.”
I whimpered and turned to him, kissing him hungrily for planting those images in my head. I was obsessed with their lovely filth.
“We like it when our little boy chokes, though.” He took another deep, passionate kiss, then gripped my chin and made me face Daddy. “I’ll give
