“Donwanmove,” he slurred, his head lolling against my shoulder. His eyelids had already drooped closed. I knew he wouldn’t be awake much longer.
“You don’t have to,” I promised. “I’ll move you myself, okay?” I gently lifted him off my spent cock, and immediately, cum leaked between us, but I paid it no mind as I turned him so I could curl my arms beneath his knees and back. Standing, I made my way around the bed, then gently deposited him in the center.
He was out like a fucking light the moment his head hit the pillow.
“Here,” Michelle said, coming to me with a warm, damp washcloth. “Let’s get him cleaned up and tucked in. He’ll sleep in late tomorrow.”
I nodded. “I’ll tell him to come to the shop when he wakes up and has had breakfast.” I leaned in and kissed her. She sank into me, letting me lead. “You two were so goddamn breathtaking together.”
Watching them make out while she rode him had been everything I thought it would be and more. So much more. My wife and our boy coming together as one was worthy of being painted.
“He’s perfect for us,” Michelle said, turning her head to smile softly at our boy. “Everything I imagined for us and more.”
I wound my arms around her and rested my chin on her head, taking a moment to admire our boy, as well. He had a long, long road of healing ahead of him, but I knew with our support and guidance, he’d heal and become the very best version of himself he could be.
And I couldn’t wait to see how fucking gorgeous his smile would be when he finally healed and moved on from his past.
Epilogue
Corvus
I fingered the collar around my neck, smiling a little. Even after months of wearing it, I still couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the way it looked around my throat. Made of black titanium steel, it had a little tag hanging down with Kip and Michelle’s initials on it, officially naming me as their boy. And it could only be unlocked and removed with a key they held.
Fuck, being theirs was everything I’d pictured it would be andmore. So much more.
They’d done so much to help me over the past year since my parents had been arrested. The night they came to get me from Kreed and Hudson’s after Hudson called them, I’d never really gone back to Kreed’s place. Sure, Kreed kept a room for me in case I ever needed it, just so I knew I had options, but I didn’t think I’d ever need that option again.
Kip and Michelle had given me stability, security, and the peace I’d been craving my entire life. Punishments were a nightly thing, and if I was particularly bratty or broke one of their rules, I got punishments then, too. And if I told them Ineeded one, they stopped whatever they were doing to tend to me so my brain could reset.
They also found me a different therapist who specialized in trauma, which helped immensely. We still sometimes uncovered trauma my mind had buried in an attempt to preserve my sanity and protect me, but we worked through those, too. I was healing in a way I never thought was possible after everything I’d been put through.
And my parents? Both serving lengthy sentences. I’d testified against them, which helped bury them further. Because when those tapes came out, there was nothing they or their state-appointed attorneys could do to help them. Sure, I’d puked when the videos had been shown. And yeah, I’d lashed out at Kip and Michelle, along with Hudson and Kreed that day. But Michelle had been prepared, and she’d pulled my notebook and pen from her bag and forced me to write lines until it was time to get back in the stand.
“What are you doing, bub?” Michelle asked.
I turned my head to look at her, my fingers still toying with the tag on my collar. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a crop top, her hair tossed up into a messy bun on the top of her head that somehow seemed styled perfectly.
“Admiring my collar, Mommy.” I didn’t lie to them, and they knew how obsessed I was with the collar around my neck, so there was no point in lying anyway.
She hummed and reached up, tracing her finger over the steel, a small smile playing on her lips. “You about done in here? Daddy is waiting for you in bed, and he’s growing impatient.”
Oh, yeah. I was supposed to be preparing for a nap, something that had become a requirement on the weekends since I’d started working. I loved my new job working in the marketing department of Kreed’s company, but sometimes, it could be overwhelming, so they wanted to make sure I gotenough rest on the weekends to make up for what I lost during the week. Turned out, I was a real irritable dick when I was too tired.
“Sorry, Mommy,” I whispered then hurried past her to the bed. Kip was already lying on his side, naked as the day he was born since that was how I preferred to sleep now. I couldn’t get enough of the skin-to-skin contact with them, and Michelle and Kip were all too happy to oblige me.
“Taking your time, I see,” Kip mused, arching a brow at me.
“He was admiring his collar. You know how he likes to do that,” Michelle said. She patted my ass. “Undress, bub, and get in bed.”
I hurriedly stripped out of my basketball shorts and T-shirt then crawled to the middle of the bed. Kip immediately pulled the blanket over me then wrapped his arm over my waist, his palm splaying over my back to pull my front against his. I shivered when our cocks rubbed together, mine immediately lengthening.
I’d been too tired for sex the night before, especially after my punishment of writing lines. I’d actually passed out on the couch watching a movie. And when I woke, we had to go run errands—grocery shopping and all that shit I hated—so sex didn’t happen then either. And I was a needy man in his early twenties. I was always ready to fuck.
But I didn’t say anything. It was nap time, and honestly, I was tired and wanted a couple hours of sleep. So, I closed my eyes like a good boy and snuggled closer to my Daddy, inhaling deeply, so the scent of his cologne filled my lungs.
“Not yet,chibi,” Kip murmured, stroking his thumb over my back.
Then, I felt Michelle sliding two wet fingers between my cheeks. I sucked in a sharp breath when she circled my rim then moaned when she eased them inside. One of two thingswas happening—either she was prepping me for Kip, which shelovedto do, or she was prepping to peg me herself, which I was a fucking slut for. Ilovedhaving Mommy top me like that.
