Page 12 of Kylan (The Wylde Street Boys #3)

TWELVE

LEON

Kylan stayed the whole next day and the three of us rarely left each other’s side. We cared for him after the double penetration. He said he wasn’t too sore, just a twinge or two, but he was clingier than normal.

We all were.

I’d partaken in my share of DPs over the years—Marek and I had invited many thirds into our bed in the last two decades—but this was different.

This felt surreal. Intense, pleasure like nothing I’d ever felt. And it solidified something that we already knew.

We were now three.

For real.

And for always.

We’d dropped Kylan back to his place on our way to work the morning after. He hadn’t made any decisions yet—about what he wanted to do about living arrangements or university. Or anything, really—but he was happy.

And that was all we wanted.

For now, at least.

He could take all the time he needed to make sure it was the best decision for him.

“Do you think he’ll move in with us?” Marek gave me a sad look as I drove us to work. “I want him to, and I know you do too.”

I reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze. “Of course I do. And I think yes, he will. But it needs to be his decision. We can’t rush him.”

“His apartment is . . .”

Terrible. Small. Grungy. Old.

“His apartment is his,” I allowed. “We can’t separate him from his friends. They have a unique bond. They’ve been through a lot together.”

He sighed. “I know. Maybe we could call Dominic and plant some little seeds about Fitch moving in with him, and then Ky will have to move in.”

“Marek,” I admonished.

He sighed again. “Fine. But if he is determined to stay in that place, the least we could do is buy the entire apartment complex and upgrade it. He wouldn’t have to know it was us. He’d have secure housing then, and I wouldn’t have to worry.”

I chuckled at him. “Why not just buy the whole block?”

He shot me a look. “Don’t think I’m joking, darling.”

“Oh, I know you’re not. ”

He sniffed, and after a moment of silence, his tone was sombre. “Though we do need to speak to Dominic. And Nolan. Now we know who Benji is.”

I sighed and conceded a nod. “Yes. Yes, we do.”

When Kylan had mentioned attending Benji’s pending court case, I’d not said anything, but I knew Marek had earmarked it too. When we were talking more last night, he’d told us who his friend really was.

He’d claimed he didn’t know details until recently, and I believed him.

But every lawyer in Sydney knew the name Barbieri. Hell, anyone who saw the news, read a newspaper, or worked in any legal setting knew who Bruno Barbieri was.

And that his son had gone missing some years ago.

Except he hadn’t.

Now, our expertise was property law, not criminal, not public prosecutions, but we knew damn well who Benji was.

It was big news.

And these three boys were caught up in the centre of it all.

Not that I believed Kylan was in any immediate danger, but he had been involved in a police sting to nab the two men chasing Benji.

Dominic and Nolan were lucky we hadn’t known when it was going down.

I wouldn’t have allowed Kylan to be used as bait like that, and it surprised me that Dominic and Nolan had.

Until Kylan reminded me that they were grown men who could make their own decisions and didn’t need permission.

He reminded me that the daddy/boy line was a tightrope to navigate, and sometimes instead of saying our boy couldn’t walk the tightrope should he fall, it was more our duty to hold his hand while he walked it.

And while the daddy in me wanted to wrap him up in cotton wool and protect him at all costs, I knew there would be times when he had to stand on his own two feet.

“I’m not sure I can be in boy mode twenty-four seven,” he’d said. “Sometimes I’ll need some downtime. Just time to decompress and be me. It’s hard because as soon as I see you both, I automatically slip into boy mode. I want to kneel at your feet or curl up in your arms. I want you to praise me and call me pretty. It’s like something switches in my brain and I love it. You know I love it. But I don’t know how healthy that would be for me long term. I want to be in this forever, and I don’t want to risk burning out.”

“Hey, sweet boy,” Marek had replied gently. “We don’t know how to do this long term either. We’re learning together, okay? That’s what relationships are. Learning and growing together. We can just play it all by ear, see how we feel as we go along, make changes as necessary, okay?”

Kylan was much happier after that, and I understood his reticence. I understood his hesitance, his reluctance.

Did I want him to move in and be our boy twenty-four seven ?

At first, I’d thought yes, of course I did.

But then I realised what Kylan was saying was right. We would all need some downtime. No pressure for us to be in daddy mode every waking minute.

We could just be ourselves, delving into the daddy and sweet boy role playing when it suited all three of us. I had the feeling it would be most nights he stayed with us. But it would be okay if it wasn’t every time.

We had to learn his cues and meet his needs, and it was a daddy’s job to understand the difference of a boy needing his daddies or a man needing his partners.

We would learn together.

“I’m not saying I will buy his entire apartment complex,” Marek said. I had to wonder what part of his musings I’d missed... “But perhaps we could look at the person who does own it and see if they have any prior violations for not updating to code.”

I laughed. “Marek, stop. Leave him be. I do believe he’ll move in with us eventually. Just let him get used to the idea.”

Marek huffed and pouted, his moustache twitching. Then he let out a sigh. “When should we tell our families?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just get used to the idea first. It’s all new. And when, or if, Kylan moves in, then we can figure out what to say.”

“My sister’s birthday dinner is coming up,” he mused out loud.

I snorted. “Please tell me you won’t subject Kylan to that kind of torture. God, please tell me you won’t subject me to that kind of torture.”

He put his hand to his chest. “I don’t even want to go.” Then he sighed again. “Though the look on my sister’s face would be priceless.”

I took his hand and brought his knuckles to my lips. “Don’t be mean to your sister.”

My phone rang and I saw the name on the dash screen. Our phones rang a lot. The majority of our calls were business related, but this one was personal.

I hit Answer. “Ah, Dominic,” I said. “We were just talking about you.”

“Oh?”

“Just that we should call you,” I added. “You’re on speaker, by the way. It’s just Marek and I in the car, and this traffic is dreadful.”

“Hello, darling,” Marek said.

“Good morning to you both.” He paused for a second. “I take it things with Ky went well? Fitch told me he called you. He was very worried.”

I smiled. “It went well, yes. And I appreciate Fitch calling us. It was the kick in the pants we needed.”

“Your Fitch is a tenacious one,” Marek said. “He had no qualms whatsoever in telling us what he thought.”

Dominic laughed. “Yes, tenacious indeed.” Then he paused again. “I just spoke to Fitch, actually. He told me he and Ky were at the unit.”

“Yes, we just dropped him off,” I said. “Dominic, is everything okay? If you have something to say in regard to Kylan?— ”

“No, not at all,” he replied quickly. “It’s just that he... well, I guess you both and Ky sorted things out and Fitch mentioned that things were no longer tied to an NDA.”

I looked at Marek. “Yes, that’s correct. Why?”

Dominic sighed. “Well, Fitch decided that maybe it would be a good idea if we had a dinner. All of us. I don’t know if you know that Nolan’s boy Benji has a pretty big court appearance coming up, and Fitch thought it’d be nice to get together beforehand. And once Fitch decides something... well, that’s the end of that. Like you said, tenacious. Anyway, he said Ky has to be there and I needed to call you to, and I quote, ‘word you up.’”

I chuckled. “Are you inviting us to dinner, Dominic?”

“Yes. The three of you.”

Marek grinned at me. “Just tell us when and where.”

So our first social outing with the three of us as a throuple was going to Dominic’s house four nights later.

It was a casual, low-key affair, but it was the perfect opportunity to test the waters.

To test how we’d navigate social settings and relationship dynamics. And these were Kylan’s two best friends, so he was safe and free to be himself.

So I was surprised when he came down from his room wearing jeans and a shirt.

“No skirt tonight?” I asked.

He trotted over to me and quickly put his arm around my waist, his face into my chest. “No.” Then he looked up at me, eyes bright and cheeks pink, his lips with a hint of gloss. “I think I want to wear skirts here for you and daddy and no one else. I wore one at home yesterday and Fitch didn’t care. I was comfortable, but it wasn’t the same. When I wear a skirt for you and daddy, it’s special. You treat me special, and I want it to stay just for us. Is that okay?”

My heart grew another size, full to bursting. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Of course it is. I like that it’s special, and I like that you only want to do it for us. But whatever you want, princess. You’re still our baby doll, no matter what you wear.”

He smiled so serenely. “I love you, daddy,” he whispered. Then he chewed on his bottom lip. “Well, I wore a skirt in the video I made yesterday.”

“You did, huh?”

He nodded, taking out his phone. “Wanna watch it, daddy?”

I laughed and stopped him. “Ah, no, not right now. If I watch that, we won’t be going to Dominic’s. Maybe we can save it for when we get home?”

Kylan grinned and nodded, even wiggling a little. “Yessss.”

“What are we saving for when we get home?” Marek asked as he came downstairs. He looked dashing in his charcoal trousers, purple button-down shirt, and grey waistcoat. His moustache was expertly shaped to neat little points, and he had a twinkle in his eye.

Kylan opened his arm for Marek to join us. “My latest video,” Kylan answered. “Daddy said we can watch it later. If we watch it now, he said we won’t make it to dinner.”

Marek hummed. It had been three days since we’d had sex, and my balls were reminding me that we needed to remedy that.

I had to readjust my dick, and I bit back a groan. “We need to not even talk about watching that video and what we’ll be doing after. Christ.”

Kylan giggled and snuggled up to Marek. “Daddy’s gonna give it to me so good when we get home.”

“Okay, that’s enough or we won’t be going anywhere,” I said, trying to be stern but also needing to readjust myself again. At this rate I’d be going to this dinner party with a raging hard-on.

Or we wouldn’t be going anywhere but to the bedroom.

“Don’t forget the wine, darling,” Marek said. He and Kylan were heading toward the hall with an arm around each other.

I grabbed the wine bottle off the kitchen counter and smiled as I followed them to the car.

The ride over was peaceful, pleasant even. I drove with Marek in the passenger seat, as per usual. Kylan sat in the back, as he usually did when we picked him up or dropped him home, but this time felt different.

I kept one eye on the road, the other on my rear-vision mirror, on him. He was smiling as he texted, took a selfie, and grinned at the replies. I guessed it was Fitch and/or Benji, and it made me smile .

Marek slid his hand onto my thigh, smiling at me.

We were so freaking happy. I couldn’t have ever imagined I’d love Marek more, but I did. I loved Kylan the same, and it surprised me still that I could love so much.

We’d never been to Dominic’s house before. In the fading evening daylight, with the warm glow of lights inside and picture-perfect street appeal, it gave me a warm family vibe that I wanted for us too.

“Everything okay?” Marek asked as he joined me on the footpath outside.

“Yes, never better,” I replied. “Just questioning the sudden desire to do the nuclear-family thing, picket-fence, yard-with-a-dog thing.”

Marek stared at me, stunned, then let out an odd laugh. “Oh dear.”

Kylan appeared in front of us and he levelled a glare at me. “Nuclear family implies two children and there’s only enough room for one. I am an only child here, and I will not share my daddies.”

The seriousness, the outburst from our quiet little submissive boy was quite the shock.

Marek laughed, as stunned as me. “Right, then.” Then he turned to me. “He has spoken.”

Then Kylan sniffed. “The dog, on the other hand, I’m not opposed to.”

I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger, smiling. “Only child, huh?”

Just then, Dominic’s front door opened and Fitch appeared. “Kysie, you get that perfect arse of yours in this house right now,” he said, coming down the path to grab Kylan’s hand. He paused long enough to meet our gazes before he dragged Kylan into the house.

Then Dominic was there, holding the door for us. Apparently, Fitch dragging someone into his house wasn’t surprising to him. “Please, come in.”

“Thank you,” I said, walking inside.

Marek handed him the bottle of wine and we walked in together. His house was lovely, very homely, warm tones, subdued and sensible furnishings.

Nolan was in the kitchen fixing a bowl of something, and three boys stood by the sofa. They stood close together, touching, leaning into each other, all eyes on us.

As our first social outing together, I reminded myself, it was an announcement of sorts, an introduction as Kylan’s daddies. After months of secrecy, of course they would be curious.

Fitch was the shortest and smallest. He wore obscenely short shorts, a crop top, and a huge shit-eating grin. The other boy, who had to be Benji, was smiling at us. He had dark curly hair, dark haunted eyes.

Oh yes, definitely a Barbieri.

And Kylan stood in the middle of them, smiling shyly at us, his cheeks pink. “This is Benji, and you’ve met Fitch already.”

“Hello,” Benji said quietly.

Fitch, keeping his eyes on us, nudged Kylan. “Damn, Kysie. No wonder you beg for it.”

Dominic sighed beside us. “Fitch, behave.”

The look Fitch gave to Dominic was pure mischief and daring. Definitely a brat. And from the way Dominic hummed, it was pretty obvious that was how he liked it.

Kylan turned to Fitch and tugged on Fitch’s crop top. “You got the shirts, I see.”

Fitch grinned and laughed, pulling on his crop top to show the big bold letters.

He had small things written across his front.

Then the three of them turned to Dominic and he rolled his eyes, and with a tired sigh, he turned around to show us the back. Sure enough, in much smaller print at his nape was good things .

Good things . . . small packages.

Oh god.

“I compromised,” Dominic grumbled.

“You totally caved in,” Nolan said with a smirk.

I got the feeling Dominic caved in a lot when it came to Fitch.

We joined them in the kitchen while the three boys sat on the sofa in a conjoined mess of limbs and giggles, Kylan in the middle of it all, talking low and all smiles. There weren’t the words to explain how happy it made me.

Nolan held two empty wine glasses. “Can I get either of you a drink?” We both nodded, and Nolan poured two wines, then whispered, “He spoils Fitch rotten.”

Dominic grumbled again. “Like you can talk.”

“Like any of us can,” Marek added.

It was true.

“So,” Dominic said, nodding toward the three boys. “ A little birdie told me there are no more secrets, no more privacy clauses.”

I smiled behind my wine glass. “A little birdie, huh? The little birdie next to our little birdie, I take it.”

Dominic smirked. “He also said Ky’s never been this happy.”

Marek smiled up at me. “Same. It’s been... a learning curve for all of us. We haven’t decided when to announce anything publicly though, but no more secrets.”

“It’s...” I wasn’t sure how to admit this. “It surprises me still just how much love a human heart can hold.”

Me saying that clearly surprised them, though not Marek. He slid his arm around me and smiled at them. “Thank you for inviting us. It clearly means a lot to Kylan. He loves those boys.”

We all looked over to the three boys, who paused their whispered chatter long enough to look at us.

Kylan’s eyes met mine and the smile he gave me gave me butterflies.

It was so ridiculous.

“Thank you for coming,” Nolan said quietly, seriously. “Benji really needed this. He needed them before the hearing this week.”

Ah, yes . . .

The court case of the year.

“Kylan told you?” Nolan asked.

“A little,” I replied. “He told us who Benji is, not much else. Never been gladder to be in property law, let me tell you. ”

Nolan’s eyes drew over to the boys. He was watching Benji with such fondness, such turmoil.

“He’ll be okay,” Dominic murmured. “He’ll get through this. You both will. As long as Benji has Fitch and Ky in his life, he’ll be fine.”

It was so true.

“Kylan needs them too,” I said quietly.

Nolan conceded a nod. “Yeah, I know. I just... I’m worried for him. He has to face his father, and that won’t be easy.”

Jesus.

Dominic gave Nolan a clap on the arm. “No, it won’t be. But you know what? Justice will prevail. It has to. That case is watertight, and that’s all thanks to the bravery of Benji. He’s got you, and he’s got those two boys.” Then he looked at the three boys with nothing but love. “We might have money and power, and we can pretend to be in charge of them, but those three boys are so much stronger than us. Pure grit and determination. They’ll be fine.”

They spoke a little of the court case after that, but conversation moved to other things. Dinner was great, the company, the mood.

But the best part for me was watching Kylan.

Watching him laugh, watching him chatter and be so animated.

Be so happy.

And at the end of the evening when Dominic suggested we do it all again soon, I readily agreed.

It didn’t help that a sleepy Fitch was curled up on his lap at the dining table, with his head in the crook of Dominic’s neck. I wasn’t sure if he was actually tired or just pretending to be so we’d all leave, but either way, it worked.

Nolan and Benji left at the same time, and the way the three boys hugged really tugged at my heart strings.

Kylan was quiet on the way home. I kept an eye on him in the rear-vision mirror. He was frowning out the window. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” I asked.

His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Yes, daddy. I’m fine.”

Hmm.

He was in boy mode, and it didn’t appear outwardly sexual. More that he needed reassurance and comfort.

“You’re worried about Benji?”

His eyes flinched and he nodded. “Yes.”

Marek turned in his seat so he could see him. “Did you want to sleep in our bed tonight?”

Kylan nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you, daddy.” He smiled then. “In the middle of you is my favourite place.”

Marek chuckled. “It’s my favourite place for you to be too.”

Kylan sighed, but then he squirmed, talking to Marek. “Actually, my very favourite place is when you hold me tight while daddy fucks me hard. That’s my favouritest place.”

Jesus.

“Can we do that when we get home?” Kylan asked, his eyes on mine in the rear-vision mirror. “Please, daddy? Pretty, pretty please? ”

Fucking hell.

“Of course, baby doll,” I said, voice low and rough. I was going to last all of twenty seconds at this rate. I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the ache, the draw down in my balls.

Marek chuckled beside me. “So, still want the nuclear family?”

Two boys?

I could barely handle one.

My mind went back to watching the three boys earlier tonight. Being bratty and giggly and as cute as they were, there was just no way.

“Absolutely not,” I said. My gaze went to Kylan in the mirror. “There’s only one boy for me.”

“For us,” Marek corrected, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. “Only one boy for us .”

Kylan grinned in the backseat. “I already said I won’t share you. I need two daddies all to myself. I’m greedy and I’m not sorry.”

I pulled into our car spot, put the car into Park, and cut the engine. “Good. Because tonight you’re going to get us both.”

He licked the corner of his mouth and very deliberately slid his hand to his crotch. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Hm,” I hummed, wondering if Fitch was beginning to wear off on him and also wondering why I wasn’t mad about it. Kylan playing cute was hot. “Run along and get yourself ready. Wear whichever outfit you’re feeling tonight.”

He was out of the car in a flash and disappeared inside.

“Need a minute to calm down?” Marek asked me.

I laughed. “Or several. It’s going to be over very fast tonight.”

Marek laughed as we followed Kylan inside. Our home was so different to Dominic’s. More artsy, more eclectic.

More us.

And I realised then that I didn’t want to change a single thing. This was us, this was home.

I’d only had a sip of whisky before Kylan came down the stairs. He took careful, slow steps, barefoot but I could hear the buzz of a toy he clearly had embedded in his arse.

His outfit?

No pretty skirt, no pretty top.

The only thing he wore was a beaded a necklace, a smack of lip gloss, and a dangerous smirk.

He walked up to me and handed me the remote control for his vibrator. I loved the way he did this—handing over his control to me—it was more than symbolic. It was significant and something I’d never take for granted.

Marek came up behind him, his hands on Kylan’s hips. “Look at this perfect baby doll, daddy,” Marek whispered. Kylan closed his eyes, his cock thickening. “I think he needs his daddies to put him to bed.”

I crushed my lips to Kylan’s, tasting his strawberry lip gloss, and when I pressed the higher setting on his remote control, he groaned into my mouth, his body trembling.

I broke the kiss, turned Kylan around, and with a handful of his hair, I tilted his head back. “Taste him, Marek. Taste his beautiful mouth.”

Marek kissed him, delving his tongue in deep.

God, I could watch them kiss forever.

My dick, however, had other ideas. “Let’s go tuck him in,” I said. “And rock him to sleep.”

“Oh,” Kylan said, surprised. “We didn’t watch my video yet.”

Marek licked his lips. “Save it for tomorrow. You’re tired.”

Kylan hummed, a dreamy look in his eyes. “Carry me, daddy.”

I scooped him up and carried him up the stairs, Marek hitting the lights behind us. The vibrator must have done a number on him because he clung to me, trembling, gasping, and whining.

“Shh,” I said, laying him down on our bed. “Your daddies are here.”

Kylan held his hand out for Marek. “Both of you.”

Marek crawled onto the bed, pulling Kylan into his arms and holding him, spreading his legs wide for me. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my aching cock. “Always,” I said, kneeling on the bed between Kylan’s legs. “Both of us, always.”