4. Keegan
If being with the Martellis, and my fucked-up road to get there, has taught me anything, it's that vengeance is hollow.
A slow poison that does nothing to quench the thirst, but merely warps the love of those around us.
I stare at the nanny, coldness filling my gut at the sight, before switching my attention to our Love.
Carter’s eyes are shining with excitement, but the pain is still there too.
And that’s ultimately what matters. I step forward, ignoring everything except Carter.
I grasp him by the back of the neck, pulling him close and kissing him.
I fucking devour him. The memories here are ones I can’t take away.
But instead, I can layer our love over his suffering, and sometimes… sometimes that’s all that can be done.
Letting him go, as we both desperately need to breathe, I reach my hand out for Marcus, who comes willingly, slotting into my side like he’s always belonged.
He tips his head back and gives me the smallest nod.
So in tune with me, as always, my Tease knows what I—what we—need.
His eyes are dark with desire, with the implicit trust that I’ll give the two of them what they need.
I swallow, forever grateful for his love.
Nudging him in between us, I watch as he captures Carter’s mouth with his own, his hands reaching around Carter’s body to pull him close, so there’s no space between them.
Taking the sign, I step forward as well, pressing my chest to Marcus’s back, sandwiching him between us.
For a while, that’s all that exists. Our love, our loyalty, our trust that's between the three of us. And it’s only the crescendo of the nanny’s cries that tear me back to reality.
A wordless sigh escapes me as I step back, forcing myself to confront the woman who hurt our son. However, I hold my hands out, waiting for Carter and Marcus to grab one each. I thread my fingers through theirs, tightening my hold so they know I have them.
Staring dispassionately at the woman in front of us, I make a decision.
I can live in the past, or I can reach for the future.
Nothing I do to her will ever be enough.
I could carve her into a million small pieces, toss acid on her, or set her on fire, and it still wouldn’t be as much as she deserves.
At the end of the day, it’s not about what she deserves.
It’s about what the three of us here, and our sweet Cole, deserves.
It will always be three fathers, who put each other—and him—first. The nanny?
She means less than nothing in comparison.
I squeeze their hands before letting go. I glance at each of them, but their reassuring nods are enough for me. I step forward and sneer at the woman. Her venomous words flow over me, unable to touch me. Marcus slides up to me and offers me a knife. I take it with a grateful smile.
“Thank you, Tease,” I murmur before stepping closer.
Shaking my head, I address the bitch directly.
“You’ll die here. Alone. And as you do, I want you to remember one thing.
You may have gotten into a little kid’s head, but you could never get into ours, as fathers and as soulmates. You’re simply not worth it.”
With that, I thrust my hand forward, driving the knife into the soft flesh of her stomach, before dragging it down, making sure she won’t die immediately.
Doc could save her…not that he’d bother.
Eventually, she’ll succumb to the blood loss, and will simply cease to exist, with nobody around to miss her.
The coldness in my stomach evaporates, and the poisonous need for vengeance disappears.
It’s done, even as she fights against the dwindling time she has left here on Earth.
If there is a Hell, I’m sure I'll see her when I get there. Maybe the Devil will make me a deal to help torture her. After all, I’m sure I’ve scored some points with him throughout my life.
Turning away from her sharply, I gather my men close and stroll out of this black hole of memories.
I'm desperate to take my loves far away, where the only thing that's important is our need to be together.
Exiting the torture room, I make eye contact with Joel.
His eyes show a brief acknowledgment of respect and relief for Carter.
I think my Love underestimates exactly how loyal these men are to him.
He's worried about the past, when really, he was forgiven a long time ago.
“If you’ll ensure…?” I murmur to him, and he gives a firm nod. With that, it truly is done.
It doesn’t take long to get back to the mansion, and thank fuck for that.
I keep my lovers on edge with teasing touches, nothing overly overt.
After all, there’s the driver and bodyguard in the front seat.
Yeah, fuck Tennant’s rules about splitting up.
My men are glued by my side, and I have zero regrets.
Well, aside from not being able to take the fucking Camaro, because of “security concerns”.
We hit the front door at the same time. Thank fuck Cole is spending time with Sandro tonight, because I plan on making my lovers cry out in pleasure.
I note that the butler steps into the entry before melting out again in the blink of an eye.
The man is scary as fuck, and Javi severely underestimates him.
I’m pretty sure Tennant chose him for more than his wicked organizational skills.
I glance at each of my men, and with a wicked smile, it’s a race to our suite. I can’t wait to get them undressed. Carter hasn’t seen the extent of my Dom style yet, and excitement dances within me at the possibilities.
Entering our room, I grab Marcus, spinning him around and pushing him against the door before attacking his mouth, licking the seam of his lips and demanding entry.
I tug at his clothes, and he quickly strips.
For once, I don’t give a shit about them being properly folded and set aside.
His whimpers make my knees weak, even though he’s the one who immediately falls to his when I step back.
“That’s a good Tease,” I murmur. “I want you further in the room, though.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says automatically, before giving me a grin. With the wicked, teasing look he’s known for, he crawls forward until he’s in the center, in front of our large bed. I shake my head in amusement, before turning toward Carter.
He’s standing awkwardly, his eyes darting around the room, not lingering anywhere for long. Taking a deep breath, while reminding myself not to overwhelm him, I carefully step toward him. I know my movements are more akin to stalking, but I can’t help it. He makes such pretty prey.
His sharp inhale as I reach him is a shot of pleasure to me. The need to consume him is strong, but I force myself to take it slow, with it being his first time. Which means, I need to make sure this is what he wants.
“You need to speak up if I do anything you don’t like.
You can say ‘red’ or even ‘stop’. I’ll adhere to your limits.
You are what’s most important to me. There’s no greater pleasure for a Dom than knowing they’re giving their subs what they need.
That also means that I need to know…do you want this? ”
Carter swallows, his eyes darkening further as he shivers. With a trembling voice, he says, “Yes, S-s-sir.”
That first true “Sir”, the one that speaks of desperation, want, and so much fucking courage, is everything to me, and I tuck the memory into my heart. I’ll never be able to explain to him what he just gave me. What I hope I’ll be able to give him in return. All I can do is try to show him.
“Good Boy.” My tongue almost trips over the change in endearment, but something about it feels right.
I’m not a Daddy, but there’s something about Carter that draws out a softer side to me, that calls for a certain level of caretaking.
From the way he melts, I don’t think I’m wrong. “Undress and join Marcus.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words are stronger this time, and he sounds more certain of himself and us. I watch as he strips, folds his clothes, and then walks over to Marcus before kneeling, not as gracefully as my Tease, but not less beautifully. Fuck, how did I get this lucky?
Walking over them, an entire river of fantasies stretches out in front of me, but I force myself to slow down.
To keep it simple this time. There will be more than enough time to explore later on.
Years and years, if I have my way. Plans tease the edge of my mind, and I resolve to make the dreams a reality.
“So good for me. Both of you.” They preen, straightening further.
I watch as Marcus carefully adjusts himself so that Carter can copy his posture, sitting back on his heels with his hands on his thighs.
I thread my fingers through each of their hair, gently turning their heads and upper bodies to face each other.
“Kiss for me, and let me see those tongues.”
My cock hardens at the sight of them. They don’t move their hands, and I know it edges them, as they desperately want to touch each other, and me.
When they pull back, panting heavily, I reach for my pants, pushing them and my underwear down.
My cock is hard, desperate for their attention, and both of them zero in on it.
Carter instinctively sways forward, but my Tease grinds his teeth, forcing himself to stay in position. I don’t say anything, merely cocking an eyebrow at my Boy, and he leans back, correcting himself. Nodding, I say, “Good Boy. I think you both deserve a treat.”