Page 43 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

My heart is slamming in my chest, but I won’t let it hold me back. I can’t. “Done.” I give Benji the same decided look. “I’m yours, boys. If you want forever with me, you got it.”

They rush me like rolling rapids, arms and legs tangling everywhere as they try to climb me like a tree. I’m not as limber as I once was, but they don’t weigh much, so I’m able to support them without falling on my butt. I’m pretty sure there isn’t an inch of my face that their lips haven’t touched, and they aren’t showing any signs of stopping. Carefully, I carry them to the couch, thankful when they lower themselves to the floor and take seats on the sofa. Bennet grabs my arm and pulls me down, but his aim is terrible, so I end up landing in his lap, probably crushing every bone in his body.

If he’s uncomfortable, he doesn’t let it show, just holds me in his lap, rubbing my shoulders with one hand and my stomach with the other. Benji’s right beside him, his hands on my ankle and shin. It’s like they’re scared if they stop touching me, I’ll disappear. Bennet squeezes my ass, and the second I lock eyes with him, he looks away, whistling innocently like a cartoon character. I lean closer and nip at his chin, making him giggle.

“All right,” I finally say, hoping my voice is clear in the fact I mean business. They don’t stop exploring me, but I’ve got their attention, and I can work with that. “If we’re doing this, we need to go into it prepared. I don’t want to risk either of you getting hurt.”

Bennet squeezes my thigh. “We don’t want you to get hurt either, D—” He bites his bottom lip.

“Daddy,” I finish for him. “You can say it, baby. I’m not going to change my mind.”

The corner of his lip curls, but I can tell he’s still teetering between comfort and worry. “We don’t want you to get hurt either, Daddy,” he finally says. “It’s not just about us. It’s about you too.”

I lift my hand and pat my chest, right over my heart. “This old ticker’s been broken before. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about unintentionally breaking one of yours. That’s why we need to lay everything out there. I’ve worked with men and women in polyamorous relationships before, and it’s important to set clear expectations. I don’t want one of you feeling jealous of the other. It’s my job to keep you happy, so, my first request is that if anyone’s feeling left out, or like you’re a third wheel, I want you to tell me. Just tell Daddy and let him fix it.”

“You won’t be mad?” Benji asks, snuggling closer to Bennet, his hand sliding further up my thigh.

“Never,” I insist. “But I will be upset if you just sit and stew in your misery. If you’re hurting, I have to know. Promise me.”

They share a look, then a nod. “Yes, sir,” they say.

“Good boys. Now, as for sex—” I chuckle softly to myself as Benji shudders at the word. “I don’t know how it’s going to work or if I’ll ever be able to rise to the occasion, but . . .” I glance down at Benji’s bulge. Wanting to prove to my boys—and maybe to prove to myself, as well—that I’m capable of performing the task at hand, I cup each of their bulges, though it takes a bit of wiggle room, since I’m still sitting on Bennet’s lap. “Keeping you happy means keeping these two guys happy, too. I don’t think I’m ready for it yet, but if you give me a little time?—”

“You can have as much time as you need,” Bennet says, wrapping his hand around my wrist and lifting my hand, kissing my knuckles. “There’s no rush.”

It’s a sentiment Benji doesn’t seem to share, because he’s practically grinding my palm toward completion. Bennet sighs and grabs my other hand, pulling it away from Benji’s crotch.

“Control your penis,” Bennet warns.

Benji wraps a hand around his underwear-covered dick and strokes himself slowly. “Will you take care of it for me, then? After we’re done with this, will you suck me?”

Bennet blushes, looking at me with a nervous expression. “Yeah. Okay, Benj. I’ll suck you.”

To my surprise, the words have a stiffening effect on my shaft, and it’s slowly but steadily swelling. Gosh. What is it about these boys?

“What about the camera?” Benji sheepishly asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Will you let us put a camera in your room?”

I blink at him. “Absolutely not.”

“But, Dad,” he whines, stroking himself obscenely. “Wanna watch you while I play with myself. Wanna shoot a load looking at your face.”

“Horny boy,” I tease with a laugh, tapping the tip of his nose. “Not happening, buddy. If you want to look at me while you pleasure yourself, you’re just going to have to crawl into the big bed and do it in person.”

Benji rolls his eyes. “You know you’re gonna let me do it.”

“Do I?” I ask, reaching up to steal his nose again, but he’s quicker than me, playfully slapping my hand away.

“Yes. Because it’s something I want, and I always get what I want. It’s not just for spank bank material, though. I feel better when I can see you. That day you and Bennet were sick and I had to stay at work all day long, I was scared out of my mind.” Heplaces his hand on mine and squeezes. “And then I would look at you both, and I felt better.”

I swallow. I can’t seriously be considering this, can I? It’s a preposterous idea. Surprising myself, I say, “I won’t bring it in the bathroom, son. That’s out of the question.”

“Not when you go number two,” he agrees, “because it’s icky and dads don’t do that, but maybe you could bring it when you tinkle and when you shower. I’m not into watersports, but I don’t mind the sight of pee. Bennet on the other hand . . .” He flings his hand in the air dramatically.

Bennet’s eyes bulge. “That was one time! And you only peed on me because I got stung by a jellyfish.”

Benji arches an eyebrow. “A likely story.”

“You saw it happen! You were pointing and laughing. And do you know what? I didn’t get you back for it then, but maybe I’ll get back at you now.”

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