Page 54 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“I’m sorry. It just slipped out.”

A lie, but it isn’t one I call him out on. He’s just as scared as me, probably even more so. I cup his cheek and lean in, slipping my lips over his and giving him a quick kiss. When we pull away,he rests his forehead against my chest, his nose right against my shirt, and inhales me.

There’s an old picture of Lindsay and me hanging on the wall across from us. The St. James family at their finest. In the picture, we’re dressed to the nines, celebrating at Mayor Rivera’s first victory party. Tatum was in his late teens, and it had practically taken an act of congress to get him to agree to come with us. After I reminded him Mayor Rivera has one of the cutest butt’s out there, he quickly changed his tune, practically sprinting to his room to get dressed.

Oh, the way we sparkled that night. Lindsay dipped us in and out of conversations like a well-trained ballerina. “Linger long enough to make an impression,” she said to me beforehand. “Never long enough to risk sticking your foot in your mouth, grumpy bear.”

She loved me once.

Things change.

But the level of love we shared doesn’t even come close to what I feel right now. My boys don’t just need a boyfriend. They need—no. Theydeserve—someone in their corner. They deserve me just as much as I deserve them.

My Benji is scared right now, and we can’t have that, so I give him exactly what he needs. I release the hold I’ve got on his hand and his entire body slumps as if he thinks this is an attempt to pull away.

Never.

I place my hand on top of his and bring it to my thigh. His eyes track my movement as I drag him onward to glory, not stopping until he’s gripping my half-hard cock.

“That’s because of you, son. Because of you and Bennet. I promise, no matter what, I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me as long as you want me.” I give him another reassuring kissbefore nodding my head toward the door. “Go get your brother, baby.”

His entire body trembles when I call Bennet his brother. I think he loves this pseudocest bond just as much as I do. Benji’s on his feet in seconds, rushing toward the door, giving me the perfect view of his butt. He and Bennet have the nicest butts I’ve ever seen, it genuinely boggles my mind that they’re mine now. Mine to hold. To taste. To worship, should I so choose.

Yes. I choose that. I’ll always choose it.

When footsteps thud up the stairs, my heart races. I want to be ready for them. I want them to see me. All of me. Every inch between my legs. Every part I’ve ever kept hidden. I need them to know I’m theirs, just like they needed to know they’re mine, earlier. Standing, I shove down my underwear, and I wait for my boys.

I should have shaved earlier. It’s not as if we’ve been under any illusion that sex wasn’t in the cards tonight. I think I want them to see me wild. Part of me hopes they’re into pubic hair, because—even though I would do so without hesitation—I really don’t want to have to start manscaping. I prefer to live life naturally, bush and all.

My cock keeps slowly rising until it rests at four o’ clock. Their footsteps are close, so I take myself in my hand and slowly stroke, needing them to see what they do to me. What they’ve been doing to me for months.

They round the corner.

“Oh my fucking God,” they say in unison.

“Language,” I scold, stroking my shaft. I stare down at it, then back at them. “I don’t know how long this guy’s going to stay awake, so if you want to meet him, now’s the time.” They share a glance before rushing toward me, but I hold a hand up, pointing at the bed. “You boys sit at the foot of the bed. I’ll take this side.”

Their eyes widen. “What are you going to do?”

God. I love the way they do that. It really feels like twin magic whenever they speak in time with each other. “I’m going to introduce you to an old friend of mine.” I waggle my cock at them, loving the way their eyes widen at the action. “He’s really happy to meet you both.”

Benji’s knees go weak, but Bennet catches him before he falls. Slowly, they shift onto the bed, sitting crisscross applesauce, staring at the headboard. I kneel on the mattress and try to hobble forward. The sound of their gasps are undeniable, and when I look over my shoulder, they’re staring at my ass. Suddenly, it all makes sense. There’s no “Kick Me” sign back there. There never has been. My boys just like to look at my butt. I stop moving and flash a nervous smile, because I don’t have much of a rear end at all. There’s a bit of a hump, but it’s not prominent like Tatum’s. They’ve fucked him before. They’ve done things to his ass, and he’s done things to theirs. How the hell am I ever supposed to compete with that? After they’ve been with someone who could put one of those fitness Instagram men to shame, what on Earth could they ever see in me?

“I’m sorry,” I say, because I am, “that I don’t have much going on back there, I mean. I know you’ve been with?—”

“Daddy?” Bennet cuts me off, refusing to tear his eyes away from my butt. “Can I play with it?”

I cock an eyebrow. “With my butt?”

He nods. “I’d really like to lick all over it.”

Heat floods my cheeks, and I have to look away. Jesus. No one has ever placed their tongue . . .there. I’ve worked with patients who enjoy rimming, so I know the score, but it’s never been anything I’ve thought of exploring for myself. Now, I think I need it just as much as Benji.

“You can do anything you want to me, buddy.” I reach for him, tussling his hair. I move toward the pillows and plop down,leaning back against them. I want my boys to see all of me, so I bend my knees, bringing my feet closer to my ass, which spreads my cheeks for their viewing pleasure. They must catch sight of my hole, because they’re staring at me with bulging eyes and open mouths. With the hand not holding my cock, I lift my sack, presenting them with my Easter basket. “I’m yours.”

“Daddy,” Bennet rasps.

“Yeah. Daddy’s right here, little man. Why don’t you both come over here and give these guys a kiss?”

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