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“Staying in New Onyx knowing the two of you were here but not with me would’ve sucked, but I decided that at least I’d be close again. I’d have hope that maybe…someday…”

“You were gonna stay no matter what?” I ask.

“The city is full of restaurants. I’ll find something, and maybe someday I’ll get my own place, but this is home. I went looking for something I would never find because it was always here. Marco, Des, if you want me to stay, I promise I’ll never leave.”

My chest tightens and I have to blow out a breath to keep from collapsing in tears of relief. I can’t believe this is happening. Three years of pining, missing, hoping, and he’s here. He’s back.

“That’s all we’ve wanted since the day you left,” Marco says. “We want you here, Liam. In our home, in our bed, in our hearts. You’re part of what makes us whole. We won’t ever make you think you’re not again. We let you go too easily before, but that’s in the past. I love you, Liam. You have my heart.”

Liam smiles, turning his pretty gaze to me.

“I love you, Liam. I love you so much. Please stay.”

He nods. “I’ll stay. You’ll never get rid of me now.”

The three of us laugh and fall into an embrace that quickly turns into me finding my way to his soft lips. When our mouths meet, it’s like letting a tiger out of a cage. Heat and desire, wanting and love explode between us, then Marco joins the kiss, stealing Liam’s lips from me until I claim them again.

“Why don’t we take this upstairs, lovers?” Marco whispers. “We have a lot of making up to do.”

ChapterFive

Liam

As soon as I step into the familiar bedroom, my stomach does a somersault. So many amazing things happened in this room. So much discovery.

“You kept the oversized bed.”

Marco chuckles, rubbing my back as he leans into me. “Of course we did. Practically speaking, it cost an arm and a leg, but spiritually speaking…” He nibbles on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “It’s where our love was born.”

“I see you haven’t lost your ability to make my knees weak.”

Des, with a grin on his gorgeous face, sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back slightly and balancing on his hands. “Do you remember all the things we did in this bed?”

“Every bit of it. I’d be embarrassed to tell you how many times I got off on the memories.”

“Because no one made you feel as good as we did, right?” Marco asks, reaching in front of me to tweak my nipples. “No one filled you the way we could.”

“Right.” I lean into his touch, aware of his hard cock as he rubs it against my ass. “No one.”

Marco slides his hand from my chest to my bulge, squeezing gently. “I’ve dreamed about having you in this bed again. Now you’re here. You’re home, Liam.”

Des nods, sliding his tongue across his lips. “Home.”

“Can we make love to you, Chef?”

The simple word, said to me a hundred times a day, bounces around my chest, warming me to my core. The way Marco says it, reverently, is completely different. It’s sensual. It’s loving.

“Please.”

“Take his clothes off, love,” Des says.

“Help me,” Marco answers, kissing the back of my neck as he tugs my shirt up.

Des slides off the bed and onto his knees, deftly unzipping my jeans and tugging them down. I took a chance and wore something they used to love. I hope they still do.

“Fuck,” Des whispers. “Come here, Marco.”

Marco walks around to my front, his eyes immediately heating. “You kept them.”