Love-Blocked – Charity Parkerson Page 0,38

proper send off before they settled into their cozy three-bedroom home less than ten miles from work.

“I don’t know how we’ll fit three people’s worth of kitchen stuff in one kitchen.”

At Jett’s observation, Kirill shrugged. “I say we just pack everything, get it home, and then donate whatever we don’t need to charity.”

Derreck nodded. “I like this plan. We can just keep what we like best. There’s no need for this to become a thing—like trying to figure out who has the best bed did.”

Kirill and Jett groaned, making Derreck chuckle. They had deteriorated to rock, paper, scissors to decide which bed would go in their bedroom. Jett had won and he had chosen the bed from this place. Honestly, it was the best decision for them. Still, Derreck would like to win occasionally. The doorbell rang, distracting him.

Derreck headed for the door. “That’s probably the guy with the moving truck.”

“Or the guy who’s driving Kirill’s car to Vegas,” Jett pointed out helpfully.

Derreck flashed him a smile. He looked freaking adorable today, wearing flannel and with a bandanna covering his hair. Jett dove into everything with both feet. Even his house-packing clothing style. With a smile stretching his lips due to the happiness overflowing his heart, Derreck opened the door. Two blonds with matching Abercrombie shirts and haircuts stood on the other side. They had blue eyes. Both of them. They were damn near interchangeable. Derreck looked between them. “We’re not looking to buy into any religion here.” His gaze slid between them again. They gave him the creeps. “Or join any cults,” he added for good measure.

The smaller of the two guys rolled his eyes. “We’re looking for Ki. Just run along and get him. The help isn’t supposed to be rude.”

Derreck’s tongue automatically ran across his teeth. He hadn’t been to jail in over twenty years. Today, he might make an exception. Jett appeared at his side before Derreck knocked out a racist twat. “Hey, Bear, do I need to start taping...” Jett’s words died away as he stared at the pair. “Oh, it’s Zach and… some guy.” Jett’s words were so full of hatred that Derreck’s anger immediately melted away. Zach and some guy hadn’t met a snarky bitch like Jett before. There was no need for Derreck to go to jail.

The one who was obviously Zach let his gaze slide down Jett’s body. “Flannel. Good choice. It’s best you embrace your future bear status with grace.”

It was only funny because Jett had literally zero body fat and a complete inability to gain weight. Zach, on the other hand, had a small paunch and looked sturdy—like he was one missed gym trip away from full-blown weight gain. Derreck would know. He was the same.

Before Jett could claw the guy’s eyes out, Kirill slipped between them. “Which is... oh, it’s trash,” Kirill muttered under his breath, making it harder for Derreck to keep his composure. “Tim. Zach. What can I help you with?”

Tim and Zach took turns looking at the three of them before Tim finally answered. “May we speak with you alone?” His soft voice took Derreck by surprise. The pair looked so much alike that Derreck expected equal amounts of bitchiness.

Kirill didn’t seem moved by the nicer tone. “There’s nothing you can say to me that can’t be said in front of my husbands.”

Derreck fought to keep his eyes locked on their visitors. The sound of that title weakened his knees. Derreck hadn’t realized how badly he wanted that until it was out there.

A deep line appeared between Zach’s eyebrows. “Three people can’t be married. That’s not legal.”

Kirill snorted. “You know my family. We’re not real concerned with the legality of things. There’s nothing Zander can’t achieve if his family wants it badly enough. I wanted these men. Zander made it happen.”

“You never offered that to us,” Zach said, sounding petulant.

“We need a place to stay,” Tim said fast, as if trying to cut off Zach before things got out of hand.

Kirill made a dismissive gesture. “Come back next week and meet the new owners. Maybe they’ll be more than happy to let you suck dick in exchange for a roof over your heads.”

Zach looked done.

Tim seemed a bit more willing to keep trying. “You’re married and moving away. Where are you going?”

“To Vegas. With us. His husbands,” Jett said, obviously relishing the reminder.

Tim honestly looked crushed. “I can’t believe this. I don’t believe it. How can you move on from us?”

“Okay,” Jett said, losing patience. He waved Kirill and Derreck back toward the kitchen before focusing on Tim. “Look, sweetie. You’re adorable and seem sweet, but also a little dumb. No offense. You two had your chance. That’s over now. Kirill is off the market, so don’t be pathetic.” He shut the door in their faces without giving them a chance to respond. After locking the door against them, he turned back Kirill and Derreck’s way. “Damn, baby. I love you and think you’re one the smartest people I’ve ever met, but what the fuck? How did you end up with the racist bubblemint twins?”

A sexy chuckle rumbled from Kirill. “It was a moment of blind stupidity. If it makes you feel better, Zander hates them too.”

That actually didn’t make Derreck feel a little better. Plus, Jett was toeing the floor, looking shy and sweet—like they were about to have some of that good kitchen sex. Jett tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear when it came loose from his bandanna.

“Um, did you mean what you said about Zander having a way for the three of us to be married?”

Derreck’s gaze moved between the two of them. He held his breath. Kirill’s mouth lifted in one corner in a sexy smirk. “Yes. Zander’s bodyguards, Pytor and Yaro, are part of a three-person marriage. They have a husband named Legend. I don’t know the details and I imagine their marriage isn’t recognized by law, but they share a last name and equal rights to one another’s property. It’s a marriage in their hearts.”

Derreck didn’t know why, but he had a hard time imagining the behemoth who escorted Derreck to see Zander that day having two husbands. Right now, that wasn’t the issue, though. He was too enthralled with what was currently happening in their relationship.

Kirill looked between them. He licked his lips, looking a little nervous. “Do you think that’s something you two would want?”

“I don’t think. I know.” The words burst from Derreck without warning. Having Kirill refer to him as his husband had broken Derreck’s brain. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about owning that title.

“Me too,” Jett said, sounding every bit as firm. “I’ve never been one to care too much about what other people think. There might be some people who think we’re crazy, but I want this.” His gaze moved between Derreck and Kirill. “I want to tell people we’re married. I need to know this is permanent.”

“I need that too,” Kirill said, pulling Derreck’s gaze his way.

The truth settled over Derreck like a warm blanket. They were alike in every way. The three of them, they had been abandoned, beaten down, and arisen from the ashes of a previous life. Together, they were strong and whole. Three parts of the same soul. Derreck moved closer, reaching for both men. They hugged each other. Their foreheads touched. With their eyes closed, they soaked in the strength they fed one another.

“My husbands. I like that.” Derreck swore saying the words made them real. That title had nothing to do with the laws of man or society. It was them. Wherever they were, they were home as long as they were together. He couldn’t wait for the world to see what he had gained in them. They had found their happiness together. They had found their forever home.

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