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CHAPTER 28

OSCAR

I wasn’t wrong. More than a dozen accusations of every form of abuse came out in the days following Trevor’s death. Trevor wasn’t even his name, just one of the many he gave people. I think the thing that hit Ruby hardest was that he wasn’t the only man at Marley Coast who Trevor had abused.

He was one of three. In the same year. One of them at the same time. The dates aligned almost exactly with the dates that Trevor had abused Ruby.

In the last week, Ruby had two appointments with his therapist, and he decided to call the police and report his abuse as well. He waffled on this because the man is already dead. What good was it going to do now? His only stipulation when reporting was that he wanted to remain anonymous.

As it turns out, they’d already assumed that he’d been one of Trevor’s victims, the proof being the photos that Trevor had taken and kept on his phone. Photos of Ruby sleeping. Of the bruises and marks that Trevor had left.

Ruby had a bit of a breakdown. He’s talked to his brother a lot. Lix came up for a few days and stayed in a hotel close by to support Ruby. He left this morning, and now Ruby’s lying on his back with Alka on top of him, dicks in mouths, the two of them moaning loudly.

Ruby wanted an escape. He wanted to stop thinking about it. He wanted to forget everything and just feel good. Will you make me orgasm?

I suggested this position—sixty-nine. I know exactly how to get them both going, but for right now, I’m going to enjoy watching them while I stroke myself.

Ruby’s hanging on to Alka’s legs, his cock down Ruby’s throat. Alka’s hips move in time to how he’s bobbing his head over Ruby’s dick. The room is filled with moaning and slurpy sucking sounds. It’s sexy as hell.

They’re beautiful like this. Wrapped up in the moment, thinking of nothing else but feeling good and making each other feel good. Their skin glistens with sweat already.

“So hot,” I murmur as I move over Ruby’s head and my husband’s ass. “Ready for the next level of pleasure, beautiful?”

Ruby smiles around Alka’s dick. His pupils are blown wide as he nods, his fingers digging into Alka’s thighs.

With my hands on Alka’s ass cheeks, I spread them wide and dive in. I tease his hole with the tip of my tongue. He makes a muffled moan, raising his ass up for me to feast, so I do. I lick his pretty pucker before sticking my tongue inside.

His body shudders, his hips rocking against me. Ruby slurps loudly, and the sound of wet smacks makes me smile.

This is just the appetizer though. When Alka’s nice and breathless, I back away a little and pull his dick from Ruby’s mouth. “Choose a nut,” I tell Ruby.

He gives me a dopey smile and lifts his head to take one of Alka’s balls into his mouth. Alka cries out, his ass jerking down. I take his other in my mouth and suck him like a hard candy.

Beside me, Ruby spasms, shudders. His moans and grunts get louder. I grin without letting go of Alka’s ball sac or lessening the pressure. I know my husband. He once told me that this is instant pleasure for him. It’s so intense that he loses all sense of life as it floods through him like wildfire.

I also know that he doubles down on who he’s sucking if we’re in this position, as we have been many times. It becomes a game. The intense pleasure makes him suck harder, which makes me suck harder. Back and forth until our orgasms explode forth.

Based on the way Ruby shakes and grips tightly onto Alka’s legs, the noises he makes, his muffled voice getting higher and higher, I think he’s experiencing exactly what he asked for.

Ruby lets his head fall back, his mouth open as he begs for release. I take both my man’s balls into my mouth—yes, a mouth full of nuts—and suck Alka until Ruby’s crying with his release. My husband chokes but doesn’t stop sucking on Ruby’s dick. He’s nothing but reflexes right now as he fucks his dick against Ruby’s chest while he continues to suck Ruby in response to me sucking him.

I know the moment he comes. Not just because of the way his balls feel like they’re throbbing with a heartbeat all their own, but because I know my husband’s orgasm cry. I can feel the way he sprays all over Ruby’s chest, and poor Ruby is now practically sobbing because his dick is done but Alka hasn’t stopped sucking yet.

When they’re both wrung free, I back away and look at them. Such a pretty pile of limp men covered in cum and tears. I brush Ruby’s hair from his forehead. He looks at me with dull, sleepy eyes, a dopey smile on his face.

“How do you feel, darling?” I ask.

He murmurs incoherently.

“C’mere,” Alka mumbles.

I lean down to kiss Ruby’s head before walking around the bed to where my husband’s head is lying on Ruby’s thigh. I grin. He looks absolutely worn.

“Hey, love.”

He gives me a big grin. “Paint my face. ”

I glance down at my hard dick. “It’s all good.”

He shakes his head haphazardly. “Do it. You’re getting off too.”

“Wait,” Ruby says. He struggles under Alka until Alka rolls off him. “My face too. Share.”

Alka laughs. Ruby struggles to get up, and he giggles as Alka practically spins him on his ass until they’re lying side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder.

“You’re going to have to put your heads together,” I say as I stroke my dick.

Ruby’s chest is covered in drying cum. It looks like my husband hasn’t gotten off in a month, which I know for a fact is inaccurate. It’s just the power of how much he likes his balls sucked. I know it’s different for everyone, and I definitely don’t like it as much as he does. I like it, sure, but I don’t lose my mind the way he does.

To each their own, I suppose.

They lust-drunkenly laugh some more as they use each other as handles to shift so they’re lying lengthwise on the bed, next to each other, the crowns of their heads against each other’s shoulders. Alka’s legs are hanging off the bed, and Ruby’s heels are on the wall.

Yep, gorgeous. Sexiest thing ever, right here. Ruby opens his mouth, brown eyes staring up at me. Ready.

It doesn’t take me long with these two waiting for my seed. I need no other encouragement than looking at them like this. Mouths open expectantly. Eagerly waiting. Wanting to share.

I try to control my spurts so they each get some. I think because Ruby gets the first burst, he gets more than Alka, but I try my best to aim like a fire hose and shoot them my load. I nearly come again when they begin licking each other’s faces.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter and turn for the bathroom. They’re going to get me hard again. I wash up then bring them each a clean, wet washcloth. Since neither of them seem to be inclined to move much, I take my time to clean both of my men .

After tossing the washcloths into the bathroom hamper, I climb back onto the bed and pull them into me. They cuddle against each other between my legs, their heads on my chest. This is absolute perfection, right here.

“Perfect way to spend the day,” I say quietly.

“Oh, speaking of perfect... I think we should start talking about your birthday, old man,” Alka says.

“I’m not sure how perfect and my birthday go together, but it’s not a big deal, love. I like what we do every year.”

“What’s that?” Ruby asks.

“Cake at home after we go out to eat. Presents. Flowers. Something special somewhere, though I try to come up with a new idea every year. Oh, and of course a night of sexy goodness,” Alka answers.

“I’m not sure why you’d want to change that,” Ruby says.

I smile. “Exactly.”

“But this year is a big one. Forty!” Alka argues.

“Oh my god,” Ruby says, covering his face as he laughs.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re twice my age! You could be my dad.”

“You can call him Daddy if you want,” Alka teases.

“Ew. Stop.”

I laugh. I’m so relieved to see him in better spirits. I imagine it’s just a distraction and he’ll remember Trevor again far before he needs to, but I’m going to try to keep this mood for as long as I can. He doesn’t deserve to stress about this man.

“I call him Daddy sometimes,” Alka says.

“You do not,” Ruby insists.

“I do. He can get bossy in the bedroom. Don’t worry; I love it.”

Ruby’s face scrunches, but he’s laughing. “Anyway,” he insists, “what do you want to do about his birthday? A party?”

Alka hums. “I don’t know, but does the age gap actually bother you? ”

Ruby shakes his head. “No? I don’t think it does, but I guess I didn’t realize that he’s almost forty.”

“Not that I want to get into anything heavy right now, but it’s a good time to think about it,” I say.

He sighs. “I think if it were going to bother me, it already would have.”

“Since we’re talking about some less lighthearted things, how do you feel about starting a conversation about the future?” Alka asks.

Ruby shifts so he can look at us both better. “I’m guessing you mean a more distant future than next week?” he teases.

I’m glad he’s not feeling pressured right now.

“Yes. We’ve talked a lot in abstract, as if these family goals and stuff are far off. Some day . But we’ve been talking about it seriously, and we want you to be a part of that conversation.”

Ruby stares at Alka for a minute before his eyes meet mine. “What kinds of things?”

“You know that I was having a little existential crisis over kids when we met,” Alka says.

“Were you?” I ask, frowning.

Alka grin. “I was afraid you were right about it being just another reason to put off trying to meet someone, but we’ve already talked about it since then.”

We have, but the idea that it might still bother him doesn’t sit well.

“The point is, we’re ready for kids. We’ve been together for ten years, married for eight. And… You’re here. Finally. I get that I’m rushing things with you a little by including you in this conversation, but I also don’t want you to feel like we’re not taking your feelings into consideration. We want to know where you sit on family.”

Ruby continues to stare silently, his eyes moving between us. “I don’t know,” he says. “Yes, I want kids, but I guess I don’t know if I want them now. ”

“Okay,” Alka says, and like me, I don’t think he knows where to go with that.

“It’s not an overnight process,” I say. “We’re still researching our options, like adoption, fostering, and surrogacy. We might do a combination of all three.”

“But fostering to adopt. I can’t love a child and then have them taken from me,” Alka says, shaking his head.

Ruby shakes his head too. “Oh no. That would be a special kind of torture.”

“Disclaimer—I know that all kinds of fostering is important, but I know myself. I can’t do that.”

“I get that and definitely agree. I don’t think I could go through that. It takes a special kind of person to foster, and I don’t think I’m that person,” Ruby says.

“We can take that off the table,” Alka offers. “I’m okay with straightforward adoption and/or surrogacy.”

Ruby chews the inside of his lip.

“Not that we’re forcing you to be involved in this. We’re not pushing for you to be ready,” I add. Alka nods his head in agreement.

“There are some other things, too,” Alka says. “None of these things are immediate and will not be overnight. We’re talking in the next couple years. Oscar’s looking into options for expanding his business to create an adult film studio, sell products, hold workshops and maybe some courses. The plan is he’ll use our house, and we’re going to shop for a new one. One where we’ll raise our family. Still close to campus but probably not right here since there aren’t any that match what we’re looking for.”

“We’re just looking right now. There’s a lot of planning that goes into all of this. But, if you want to, we’d love for you to be a part of everything. All the decisions we make for our future,” I say.

Ruby takes a breath. I’m surprised by the tears in his eyes when he meets mine. “You really want me to be a part of… everything?”

“Yes. We haven’t been more sure of anything than the day we decided to get married, Ruby.” I say. “And I’ll make a concentrated effort to actually use your name. It’s only after Ruby leaves my mouth that I remember your name is actually Roux.”

He laughs and wipes his cheek. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s nice that it’s just you two who call me Ruby.”

“You are a precious gem,” Alka says, waggling his eyebrows.

Ruby laughs again. “That was corny. Maybe you’re the old man with the dad jokes.”

“Hey!” Alka says and tugs gently on Ruby’s hair.

I love to hear Ruby’s laughter. His smile. His tears when they aren’t driven by hurt or fear.

He nods. “Yes, I… I want all that. I want to be a part of this. Your life together and your family.”

“Our family,” Alka corrects. “But it’s really okay if you’re not ready.”

Ruby shakes his head. “If you were going to have a newborn dropped into our laps tomorrow, I would definitely not be ready for that. But two years. Three? I think I can do that.”

“It’s more than if you can,” I begin.

Ruby shakes his head again. “Yes, I know. Wrong words. Sorry. I mean… I’ll be ready by then. I know I will. I’m not ready now because, you know, life. School. I think I need to spend some more time in therapy before I can feel confident that I’m fit to raise a child. But I want all of this with you.”

I hug them both, forcing their bodies together until their heads knock together. They laugh again while I squeeze them tightly.

Forever starts now.