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“Fuck, is saying it in English not working? Tú eres mi esposo, loco.”
“He’s my best friend now. We live together, we work together, we fuck our wife together. I fold his damn underwear.
Hell, we go on sunset beach walks together. But you’re my husband, Cay.”
“Mars is the guy I share my fries with. You’re the guy I share my soul with.”
Ilmari’s large hand grabs Jake roughly by the jaw, turning him. Then he’s leaning in, his blue eyes like fiery ice. “You’re mine,” he growls. Surprising the fuck out of all of us, he presses his lips to Jake’s mouth, kissing him.
Then Ilmari breaks his kiss with Jake, his hand already cupping the back of Caleb’s neck. Cay has no time to pull away before Ilmari is kissing him too.
Ilmari breaks the kiss and all three of them are panting. “You’re both mine,” he says. “Fight over me again, and I’ll tape your dicks together.”
Jake pulls away on a pant, his eyes glassy with need as he drops his face forward, kissing Ilmari’s shoulder and up his neck. Ilmari groans, letting him do it as he finds my mouth, claiming me with the strength of his kiss.
He inches closer, his hand sliding from my shoulder, down my arm. Outside of sex, it’s rare that he touches me. I’m not ashamed to admit that I like it. His full attention is on me and I feel warm. Safe. Protected.
“Tuomas Caleb Price.”
“Jake makes me happy,” he says at last. “Rachel makes me feel whole,” he adds. “But you make me feel safe.”
“You know, you’ve never said it to me in Finnish before,” Jake teases, looking up at Ilmari. Ilmari stills. Then he leans over me, cupping Jake’s neck to kiss his forehead. “Mä rakastan sua, Jake.”
Daddy Cay is done wrangling pacifiers and holding babies tonight. My big time NHL superstar is gonna drop to his knees and make me feel like a whole other kind of daddy.
