Their Kitten: A Dark MFM Romance

Three months later…

Life has been amazing since Cleo moved in with us. The last time I’d been this happy was years ago when she used to live with us, and now she’s back for good. She easily fit into our everyday lives as if she’d never left, and with the way she’s prospering, I know she’s just as happy as Tristan and I are.

He and I have both cut ties with our dad. While we remain professional due to the family business, all familial ties were cut with him the moment Cleo chose us. I thought it would be hard to let go of our last living parent, but the love and happiness that Cleo fills me with makes it the perfect trade off. Neither Tristan nor I have looked back once since we made the decision, and it’s been the best one we’ve made—second to being with Cleo.

“Do you guys remember that one time Tristan knocked over Grandpa’s urn with a light saber?” Cleo says with a giggle. I laugh as Tristan scowls.

“I do,” I say, only for Tristan to kick me from under the table. “Grandma nearly fainted because she thought he broke it.”

“Thank fuck for carpet,” Tristan muses with a chuckle.

“I swear, you guys were grounded more often than not,” Cleo mentions with a grin. “If your future kids are anything like you were, that’ll be insane karma.”

Tristan and I share a look from across the table. Hearing her talk about children opens up a million and one possibilities in my mind. I can already see a white picket fence with her, marriage and kids, a beautiful addition to our blended family.

“As long as they’re not knuckleheaded ticking bombs like Tristan, I think we’ll be fine,” I say, snickering when Tristan gives me the middle finger.

“I’m not that bad, asshole.” He looks at Cleo, who hides her mouth behind her hand. “I’m not that bad, right?”

“You’re fine,” she says with a giggle. “Talon’s just being a bully.”

“Can’t be a bully speaking the truth,” I counter. I focus my attention on Cleo. “So, how do you feel now? It’s been three months since you’ve been with us.”

The smile that lights up her face makes my heart skip a beat. It feels good to see her smile so much. When we’d reunited with her, the only emotions she seemed to display were terror, pain, shame, sadness, and anger. But lately, we’ve witnessed her joy, her excitement, her hope, and her love. It warms my soul to hear her laughter throughout the house instead of feeling her despair from her energy.

It’s amazing how much of a difference it makes when you have the right people loving you.

“I finally feel as if I’m where I belong,” she says. “After I left you guys the first time, I spent so many years trying to make a home out of the many places I ended up, but nothing ever felt right.”

“Because your home has always been with us,” Tristan states matter-of-factly.

“You’re right.” She smiles at the both of us. “So now everything finally feels right. I’m finally home, and I’m happy.”

Tristan reaches over and takes her hand into his, kissing the back of it. “We’re glad you’re here, Cleo.”

“And I’m glad you guys didn’t give up on me when I gave you every reason to.” Her eyes gloss over a little. “The way you guys showed up for me time and time again should’ve shown me that you cared about me. I guess I was just so jaded because of the secrets I carried that I couldn’t see what you were showing me all along.”

“That’s all behind us now,” I tell her, giving her a soft smile. “All that matters is that you’re here with us now, and you can’t get rid of us.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Tristan adds with a chuckle. “You’re stuck with us.”

“You two say that like it’s a bad thing,” she muses.

The rest of dinner is more conversations about our past, our hopes for the future, and a little work stuff sprinkled in here and there. Cleo has been helping us at the office since she doesn’t like to stay in the house by herself all day, and remaining professional with her is always a challenge. I’ve lost count the number of times Tristan and I have her bent over a desk or on her knees sucking our cocks after she purposely teases us. It definitely keeps our sex life interesting and fun, that’s for sure.

“Oh! Guess what?” she says in a sing-song voice. “I have a surprise for you guys.”

“That’s funny. We have a surprise for you, too,” Tristan says. “But you go first.”

“Okay, be right back!”

She jumps up from the table and scurries out of the dining room. Tristan watches her disappear before turning to me. “You still sure about this?”

“I am.” I cock my head to the side. “Are you?”

He sighs a little as he rubs the back of his neck. “What if she thinks it’s not the right time?”

“Do you think it’s the wrong time?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, I continue. “Do you think more time would really impact your answer?”

“Not mine, no. I’m sure of what I want. I just don’t know about her.”

I shrug. “The worse she can say is no, but I don’t think she will,” I say.

“Ta-da!”

Tristan and I look toward the doorway of the dining room to see Cleo dressed in a lavender lingerie set. My body wants to skip the rest of dinner as well as our surprise just so we can get her back to the bedroom and make her scream. But this is important, something that she deserves. Something we all deserve.

“The way you both are about to drool on yourselves tells me that you like it,” she teases with a cheeky grin.

“I definitely like it,” Tristan murmurs and licks his lips.

“I second that,” I say. “I almost want to postpone our surprise so we can have you for dessert first.”

I reach for her, but she smirks at me, shaking her head. “Surprise first, dessert later.” She clasps her hands together and grins at us. “Let me guess—cute little matching g-stings and cowboy hats?”

“The fuck?” Tristan says before he bursts out laughing.

“What kind of kinky shit do you have going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Trust me, I plan on telling you all the ideas I have for you soon enough. Now, what’s my surprise? I’m dying of suspense!”

I go into the kitchen and open the toaster oven, pulling out the cupcake I hid in it. I release a deep breath and brace myself before I go back to the dining room. Tristan is standing next to Cleo now, smiling, when he sees me approaching. Cleo laughs when she sees the cupcake.

“The surprise is literally dessert?” Her smile falters a bit when she notices the ring once she takes the small plate from my hands. “What…is this?”

“You make us the happiest men on Earth every day that you’re with us, and we love the hell out of you,” Tristan starts. “So, we wanted to make things a little more…official, if you will.”

“Official how?”

She squeals in excitement when Tristan and I both get down on one knee in front of her. “Will you let us make you happy for the rest of our days? Will you marry us?”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” she shrieks. She hugs us both tightly as tears of joy roll down her face. “I love you guys so much.”

“I love you, too, babe,” I tell her, kissing her cheek.

“And I love you just as much, beautiful,” Tristan says.

I clean the icing off the ring and slide it onto her finger, kissing the back of her hand. “It looks even more beautiful on your finger.”

“It’s so perfect.” She smiles up at us. “Thank you so much.” She looks at the ring in awe and laughs. “Now my surprise feels so lame compared to this.”

“Oh, trust me, there’s nothing lame about it,” Tristan says, hunger flaring in his irises. “In fact, I’m sure there are better things I can be doing with my mouth other than standing here talking.”

“You got that right,” I say with a grin.

Cleo giggles when Tristan picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, a moan slipping from her lips when he slaps her on the ass.

“Hold on a second,” I say. I move to stand in front of Tristan, who’s eyeing me curiously. I reach up and move Cleo’s panties to the side, using my tongue to part her lips and tease her clit. It doesn’t take long before she’s wet, the taste of her making my cock rock hard.

Tristan growls and takes a step back, disconnecting my mouth from her pussy. “Don’t be greedy,” he fusses at me.

Cleo lets out a breathy giggle. “No need to fight. We have all night,” she says.

“Correction—we have forever,” I state.

“Damn right,” Tristan agrees.

“Well, why are we still standing here, then? Take me to bed and fuck me already,” she says, giving Tristan a playful slap on the ass.

Tristan carries her into the bedroom and playfully tosses her onto the bed. “As sexy as that looks on you, I like it better when you’re naked,” he says as he pulls his shirt from over his head. She removes the bra and tosses it aside before sliding her panties down her legs. I lick my lips when she spreads her legs and reaches down to rub her clit.

She’s so damn beautiful. And she’s finally all ours. After years of being apart, she’s finally at home in our arms where she’s always belonged.

Forever.