Chapter 11 Keegan
Iusher my Tease toward the medical wing, thankful to be away from the oppressive silence with Tennant.
Being stuck in a car with him…not a good time.
I’m thankful Benjamin was waiting to take him, because that’s a man who should not be alone right now.
Wherever his head is…it’s not in the right space.
Hopefully, Benjamin has finally figured his shit out and can be there for Tennant.
We need him if we’re going to get Lio and Roman back.
I do not have time to deal with another person breaking down…
“He didn’t even bitch about only taking one car,” Marcus whispers to me in wonder.
Grunting, I shrug a shoulder, needing to put the Amato psychopath out of my mind.
We have enough shit to deal with. Like seeing our Carter.
It’s been an itch beneath my skin, this need to be by his side, and I swear I don’t take a full breath until I lay my eyes on him.
Having him and Marcus in the same spot relieves some of the pressure building inside me.
“You’re back,” Carter greets us with a relieved smile, even as pain lingers around his eyes. If only I could take it from him…
Moving closer, I cup his cheek and lay my forehead against his. “Of course, Love. We came as soon as we could.”
I move back slightly, but Carter catches my hand, holding it to his cheek.
The look he gives me… It’s as if I’ve wrapped up all the joy in the world and laid it at his feet.
I hold open my other hand for my Tease, and he grasps it quickly.
It doesn’t surprise me when he takes Carter’s other hand and I draw in a deep breath.
All three of us connected. Maybe only by willing hands, but it’s a start.
It gives me hope…hope that our hearts can also connect.
Carter’s eyes are shiny as he stares at me, and then Marcus. He swallows before saying, “Did it go well?”
I stroke his cheek, knowing what he’s really asking. “There was no trouble. We didn’t see Cristian, although both of us had conversations with Allesandro.”
“He…has changed,” Marcus whispers, pain slashing across his face. My poor Tease…the man he idolized for so long… It’s hard watching men topple from pedestals, especially when they’ve done it to themselves.
Carter immediately pulls back and I struggle not to grab his hand, forcing him to stay connected to me—to us. Instead, he watches us warily. “Changed…”
“He is a very broken man,” I say softly. “He doesn’t want to even carry his name, much less the moniker of Il Padrone. But if it’s our loyalty you’re worrying about, you don’t need to. We are yours.”
“I am so thankful for that.”
The simple acknowledgment that we’re his seems to act as a balm to him and he exhales slowly, tension bleeding out of him. I exchange a quick glance with Marcus, and read the unspoken words that shimmer between us. It’s time someone says it. And as Tease’s Dom…that responsibility falls to me.
Clearing my throat, I force myself to meet it head on.
“I feel as if we’re dancing around what’s right in front of us.
So, I’ll be blunt. Carter…I’m not sure we can pinpoint when things changed for us, but you’re worth too much to us not to take the risk.
You’ve become as integral to our happiness as each other.
We are loyal to you as our Boss, but we’ve also fallen deeply in love with you.
Your bravery to push on, and your skill at being a father, they both draw us in.
While we’ll happily accept whatever you want to give us, please know, we want more—we want it all. ”
I lapse into silence as Marcus joins in.
“We love you. You’re…everything. We promise to follow you, to cherish you, and to lift you up when you don’t think you can go further.
We want to share our lives with you, and vice versa.
Our son would be your son as well. And we would be honored to watch over Roman in return.
We would love the honor of claiming him as ours, and we will get him back. But it truly is up to you.”
“And you don’t have to answer right now.
We know you’re going through a lot. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to tell you, but we couldn’t let any more time pass without letting you know how much you mean to us.
That we see a future with you. One where you help us to raise Cole, you share the joys and sorrows of the days, and…
we’d like to have more children with you.
You’re such an amazing father. We truly want it all. ”
I force myself to stop, knowing I’m too close to babbling. Hell, I’m probably already there. Our Love’s eyes are so wide, and I find it hard to breathe. I don’t know which way he’ll go. Hell, this is a lot for anyone to take in, yet I can’t help but hope that he’ll choose us.
My heart cracks as two tears roll down Carter’s face, and I slump against the bed. We put it out there, and it’s his decision, but fuck, we really did hope he’d see us. That he’d want us. But maybe we’re too much, too soon.
I go to withdraw, but he grabs my wrist, refusing to let me leave. He opens his other hand, glances at Marcus, and silently demands my Tease’s hand. Once again, we’re physically connected, a circle that can’t be broken, if he’ll accept us.
Drawing a shaky breath, Carter responds, “I…I don’t know how it happened either.
I feel guilty having just left Cristian, only to find love straight away.
Because I do. I love both of you. And Cole.
I would be honored to be his father, and I do trust you with Roman.
But I can’t answer you fully. I need my son here.
I need his approval of you both. But, I want to be with you. ”
I smile, squeezing both his and Tease’s hands. “Love, I would expect nothing less from you. You are the best father, and we love you for it.”
“Does this mean no kisses?” Marcus pouts and Carter laughs, even as he grimaces. It’s the first time I’ve heard him so free.
Rolling his eyes, he smirks at us. “I believe kisses are absolutely called for.”
I don’t give him any time to change his mind as I dip down and capture his lips with mine.
I’m gentler than I normally would be, but I take control, letting him know he can count on me to always be the one to hold him up.
I run my tongue across his lips, encouraging him to open for me, and groan when he does.
Fuck. My cock swells at his taste, the fucking innocence, even if he’s not.
There’s something so damn special about him.
I lift my head, loving the sigh that escapes Carter.
Not to be outdone, Marcus sweeps in next.
Their kiss only inflames me more. Fucking hell.
This one is so different. Marcus yielding like the Tease he is, giving so perfectly.
I press my palm against my hard cock, trying to force it down, because I’m about ready to come just from watching these two.
When they break apart, both breathing heavily, I take note of how dilated Marcus’s eyes are, and the hunger in Carter’s. Saying a quick mental apology to the medical team, I decide to risk it. Fuck, I need to see them…I need to watch Carter soar, the way we’ll always make sure he soars in life.
“Tease, I believe our Love deserves a special treat.” Both men shiver at my rough Dom voice, a shot of pure adrenaline rushing through me at their response.
“What kind of treat?” Marcus asks, almost bouncing on his toes. Carter stays silent, just watching me.
Smirking, I gesture to Carter’s hard-on, that the hospital sheet is doing a shit job at hiding. “I believe you can take care of that, Tease. No hands. Mouth only.”
Carter’s jaw drops as Marcus jumps to my instructions.
He brushes away the sheet and pulls at the loose fitting pants Carter is wearing.
Our Love carefully shifts so that Marcus can pull them down.
As soon as Carter’s cock is in sight, Marcus doesn’t waste any time, capturing the thickness in his mouth.
I brush Marcus’s hair as he bobs along, sucking and groaning.
Carter throws his head back, fine trembles rushing through his body.
Refusing to be a bystander, I grip Marcus’s hair hard and set a punishing pace for him.
The sound of him choking has me desperately wanting to stroke myself, but there will be time for that later. Right now, I need to see Carter come.
I keep a close eye on the emotions flitting across Carter’s face, and when he opens his mouth to warn Marcus, I swoop down, capturing his cry with my lips. I keep Marcus pinned down, forcing him to accept our Love’s cum, not that he’d complain.
When I let him go, and I pull back, we’re all breathing heavily. Carter stares at me like he’s never seen me before, and perhaps he hasn’t. He knows I’m a Dom, but that’s much different than seeing one in action. And this? This was barely anything.
I stifle a sigh of relief when he smiles, even though it’s tired. “Fuck. You both…you’re amazing.”
I wink at Marcus, as he makes no attempt to hide his smugness. I snort at the way he licks his lips, savoring the taste. Later, I plan on having him take me the same way… If he wants, he can compare our flavors, because he’s going to be getting them often, if I have anything to say about it.
A cough disrupts our moment and Carter blushes, hurriedly trying to make himself more presentable. I glance at the door and see that it’s Jude. As a fellow Dom, he knows better than to expect an apology. After all…how can I help but show off my darlings?
Still, I let Marcus help Carter, while I move slightly to cover their rapid movements.
I cock one eyebrow, but Jude doesn’t say a word.
If anything, I feel like he’s trying to hold back a smile.
He’s a hard one to read, but so long as he doesn’t make Marcus or Carter feel bad, I have no problems with him.
“Was there something you needed?” Carter finally pipes up, and I move back to my original position, letting Jude come into the room.
I don’t miss the twitch of his lips before he drops news into our laps that will change everything. It turns out that not every police officer is happy about targeting us. And we may finally have our chance to get some information from the very man who flipped on Tennant…
But before we can go any further, there’s yelling outside the room.
Whatever has pissed off Doc makes me flinch.
I’m too well-trained by Sarah. You don’t fuck with the medical staff.
I open my mouth to say something, but Jude gets a message on his phone that has him dashing off before I can.
Exchanging glances with Marcus and Carter, I shrug my shoulders.
I’m sure we’ll find out whatever is going on soon enough.
Right now, it’s not my concern. Instead, I study Carter’s face, seeing how exhaustion is pulling at him.
“You need to get some sleep. We’ll keep track of what’s going on.”
Grunting, Carter barely nods. “Fine. But I need the situation taken care of. Nobody touches him though…”
“Yes, Boss. I know he’ll be Tennant’s to claim. Just get some rest, Love. We’ll take care of it.”
With that, I lean down and brush a kiss on Carter’s lips.
It’s soft and barely-there, just enough to give him comfort before we leave to figure out this shit.
Not to be outdone, Marcus leans forward as well and offers his own sweet kiss.
I can feel his hesitation on not wanting to leave our Love, but we’re still Carter’s men, and that means we act in his stead.
And this? This I can’t wait to be figured out, because it means we’ll be one step closer to finding Roman and Lio…
and one step closer to claiming our Love forever.