Edison. It’s me they don’t like, okay? They’ve never been able to control me, and they hate that. They think I’m a fuckup and ruined your life. This is not on you. That’s not fair.”
I shrugged. “You did okay, Dad. The best you could, considering. Mom’s not exactly perfect either, but at least you tried.”
Wariness filled his eyes, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Den, they would have me locked up if they found out. They’d tell the cops I molested him or something.”
“I’m twenty years old. They can’t.”
Dad ignored my comment and stared at Uncle Denver.
“When’s the last time they visited your house?” my uncle asked.
Dad shrugged. “I have no idea. It’s been years. I show my face at their place for holidays. To keep the peace.” He paused. “And for Edison.”
“So technically, if you left the house tomorrow and didn’t look back, they wouldn’t have a clue.”
I darted my gaze between Dad and Uncle Denver.
“Probably not, but that’s not the point.”
“They wouldn’t know, Harley. They come here very rarely, and only if I invite them. I visit their house. Edison living here wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t be seen as unusual. They know I’ve stepped up and helped you out with him.”
“And what about in ten years? Fifteen? It might seem normal to have Eddy here now, but it won’t always.”
Uncle Denver sighed. “We’ll worry about it then.”
Dad glanced at me. “What do you think?”
I was shocked to be asked my opinion. I sat straighter, my chest swelling. “I think we should move in here with Uncle Denver. Aunt Vanya isn’t stupid, and she’ll figure it out, but I think we could make her understand. Gramma and Grandpa won’t see it. I’m sorry, Dad, but they don’t care about me like Chase and Reagan. It’s like with Mom. The only time I really see them is if I initiate it or we go for a holiday dinner. Otherwise, they don’t care.”
My statement hurt both of us. Dad frowned but nodded. Uncle Denver squeezed his arm tighter around me.
“We can have a trial,” Uncle Denver said. “Keep the house for a couple months, and we’ll see how it goes.”
Dad nodded.
“One thing,” I said, cutting in before it was a done deal. They both looked at me. “Can we get a bigger bed? You guys were squishing me last night, and the other night I almost fell off, like, three times.”
Dad smirked at Uncle Denver. “California king. You promised.”
Uncle Denver muttered something under his breath, then he was laughing. I felt like I’d missed an inside joke, but he tackled me to the couch before I had a chance to ask. He smothered me as I laughed and tried to push him off. He kissed my neck and dug his fingers into my side, tickling me.
“I’ll get a bigger bed, goddammit. Both of you lay off.”
His attack finally lessened, and he lay squished up beside me, face buried in my neck. My dad smiled at us, contentment on his face, his eyes shining, and I was happy, truly happy. Their love radiated outward and into me. I felt it from both sides, and it warmed me through.
Dad winked and stood. “I’m going to clean up breakfast.” And he vanished into the kitchen while Uncle Denver stayed wrapped around me.
My second week of work was far better than my first, except for the fact that I was exhausted. I wasn’t used to being on my feet for eight hours a day, carrying trays laden with heavy drinks, and staying up half the night getting fucked six ways from Sunday by two grown-ass men who thought they were teenagers again. My energy far outlasted theirs, but I’d never call them on it.
I wasn’t complaining.
Not even an ounce.
I was blissfully happy and walking around on a cloud.
Dad had stayed every night since our talk, and I’d grown more comfortable with our balance. Earlier in the week, I’d insisted on watching Dad and Uncle Denver together. It was a test for myself. I wanted to know how it would make me feel.
The whole experience had shocked me. Not only had Dad bottomed for Uncle Denver—something I didn’t think Dad did for anyone—watching them got me ridiculously horny, and not once had it triggered that uncomfortable knotting in my gut.
When they’d finished, they’d taken care of me, sharing my cock like a popsicle until I was screaming and arching off the bed with my orgasm.
The bed sucked. I’d fallen off twice, and Uncle Denver