“Right, so I can see you’re upset by this Kylian. But I can explain.” I said, and looked at Dion, who wasn’t offering any help to me, and I knew why. He didn’t want me up and moving either, but I had insisted. 

“Can you? I’d love to hear your excuse, Nikki.” He said, as he lifted himself out of the pool using the edge away from the ladder. I watched his body move and flex and God, him dripping wet, was everything I needed. I wanted to lick the water droplets off his chest as they rolled down. My brain was spinning ways I could get him to pick me up so I could touch all over him. 

Dion also seemed cock struck by the water rolling down Kylian’s body. He was literality eye fucking the man, and God, I wanted to fuck the man. No, I wanted to fuck both. I wanted to watch one bounce on my dick, while bouncing on the other’s. 

“I appreciate whoever made those shorts. They cling nicely to you everywhere when wet,” I muttered, earning a flick in the end of the nose from said man as he turned his attention from me to Dion. 

“Why the hell did you let him come here? He’s not supposed to be moving, but then again, you should know that, doctor.” Kylian said, a littler shaper, then I was sure he had intended to sound. 

“I should explain that he wouldn’t stop whining and said he’d run away unless I let him out. So here we are.” Dion sighed. 

“You could have drugged him, there was pain medication right there,” Kylian said, and I watched Dions face screw up. 

“That’s morally not right. No doctor does that happily.” He said, and Kylian and I, on the same page let out a snort. 

“You clearly haven’t been around Alessio long enough. That man will happily drug you seven ways from Sunday if it’s even remotely called for and he will do it smiling the whole time. There are plenty of people you can ask.” I said and pulled my hand through my hair, finger combing out some knots. Dion looked even more uncomfortable knowing that information now than he did a moment before. 

“I’ve joined a bunch of loose screws.” He muttered, before he took a deep breath and seemed to let that information go. 

“Hey, we all aren’t loose screws.” Kylian said and looked right at me. “Well, I’m not. Our darling Nikki is a different story.”

“I should be mad about that, but it’s true these days.” I groaned. I looked over at Kylian again, and then at Dion. And God, I wanted them both. The pants I had on did little to hide the fact that I was hard. Kylian met my eyes the next time I raked my eyes down his body, and he let out a soft chuckle. 

“Did you want to hang a flag off that? Or…” Kylian teased.

“Don’t look at it.” I whined. 

“Kind of hard not to.” Dion said, looking at my cock, too.

Trying to cover my dick with my hand to stop them from looking, I nearly fell, and Kylian caught me before I could. His wet chest pressed up against my shoulder and I had to fight not to feel him up right there after he steadied me. 

“Come along. We need to get you back to my place, and then to your place. Plans have changed again, and Alexi decided that having you ‘visit’ Meadow at home is the best way. Plus, in terms of space, the three of us staying in your wing is the better option. You have more space than I do.” Kylian said before he grabbed at his things and passed them to Dion. “I’m going to pick him up, so please carry these.”

“Who? You don’t mean me? Right?” I said, and he smiled. 

“Oh, I mean you. I’m going to toss you over my shoulder and parade you around like that,” Kylian said, and grabbed me before I could fight back. My hips were resting on his shoulder and my legs dangled down his back, and it actually really didn’t hurt at all. But the blood was rushing to my head, and I made Kylian pause every few minutes all the way back to his place. 

He set me down on the couch and did what he needed to do, like shower and stuff. My dick had finally died down by the time he came back out, and I was really damn thankful for that. 

“I’m going to carry you again—”

“Nope. Not unless you’re going to give me a piggyback. I would sooner walk the entire way there.” 

Kylian got a second opinion about the piggy back from Dion and when he gave it the all clear, Kylian picked me up and carried me upright this time, his hand firmly gripping my ass to hold me up and my arms wrapped loosely around his neck.  

Kylian was taller than me, so it was nice to see how he viewed the world daily. I found it super amusing, the looks I was getting from people. We bumped into my uncle Andrei on the way to my place, and he looked up and down, surveying the situation. 

“I’ve seen some shit living here in this house, but this takes the cake for sure,” he snickered. 

“There’s nothing to see here. Just me and my prize horse—” I said before lowering my voice. “With the cock to match.”

Kylian was quick to scold me right there in front of my uncle, who I’m sure thought it was for the horse comment. 

“Ok, I won’t hold you up any longer. I’m sure you’re dying to see Meadow today.” Andrei said, and patted me on the back as he left. Kylian made quick work of getting to my place. Dion just followed with my crutches in tow. My place had a stale smell, like it hadn’t been aired out in ages. Interestingly, I knew this was incorrect because I always slept with the window cracked just a little, even in the winter. 

Thank goodness Dion seemed to agree with me, because he opened the nearest window the moment he set the crutches against the couch. Breathing in the fresh air, it felt great to be in my space again. But more than anything, I was looking forward to seeing Meadow. Every minute away from my daughter like this was painful. Kylian set me down on the couch and double-checked to make sure I was comfortable before he went around the kitchen and made sure things were cleaned and still in date. He even took the time to take my garbage out while Dion found my comb in the bathroom and spent some time standing behind me and detangling my hair. His fingers were gentle on my scalp, and I honestly could have passed out just like that. But he kept stopping every time I relaxed, and my head fell forward or backwards. 

He stopped combing, and I felt his fingertips in my hair and against my scalp before he yanked my hair and head back randomly. His eyes were boring into mine, and he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. “Be a good boy and heal quickly. I want you inside of me again.”

God, if I could have been inside of him, I would have been there yesterday, but this fucking leg and its wounds were the problem. The moment the stitches were out, and the skin was closed with no chance of popping open again, his ass was mine and I was going to savour it. I wanted to be right between those two men like I was the cheese in a grilled cheese sandwich. 

Kylian returned, and Meadow was right on his tail, asking him all kinds of questions. But Kylian took the time to answer every single one she asked. After him, it was Dion’s turn to be questioned. I expected him to grow tired of her, but he didn’t seem to the entire time. Finally, she turned her attention to me and narrowed her eyes, very similar to what Alexi did. I knew that was where she had picked it up. 

“You know that if you keep your face like that for too long, you’ll end up like Uncle Alexi and it will be your resting face.” I said and stuck out my arms for her. She broke out in a full smile and came running to me, just stopping in time that she didn’t fall onto my leg.

“Uncle Creed said you have a sore leg, and that I can’t throw myself all over you right now. Hugs only.” She said and nodded. 

I reached and pulled her right into my lap, pain or no pain. This was my damn child, and I wanted to hug her properly. She stayed still in my lap and barely made a movement. I held her so close to me I could hear her heartbeat and the sound of her breathing. 

“Daddy missed you. Every day away is torture.” I muttered, as I pressed more than a dozen little kisses to her forehead. “Just one or two more days with your uncles and you will be back home again with daddy, and Kylian and Dion.”

She looked at me with her big, beautiful eyes and smiled. “Uncle Lexi said that you have a friendship like mister Luca does.”

Kylian who was taking a deep sip from a glass of water in the kitchen, choked and sputtered on his mouthful of water, hitting his chest after he set the glass down, and Kylian and I both knew what she meant and what Alexi had meant too. He had told my only child that I was in a polyamorous relationship with two men. 

Dion and Kylian.