Page 58 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“It’s okay. Come when you need to. You feel so good inside me.”

I’ve never needed to come as much as I do right now, and it’s right there. The finish line. I drive in faster—deeper—until Bennet’s a sobbing mess in my arms, crying out, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” on an infinite loop.

“Bennet.” I wait for him to look me in the eyes before driving in as hard as I can. “Are you ready?”

He nods faster. “Daddy. Dad. Please. Nate.”

I fuck him harder, making promises I had no intention to make. Words like “I’m going to marry you one day,” fall from my lips, quickly followed up with wishes to adopt them. To make them mine permanently. Would they want that? Would they let me? We could be a real family. A beautiful fucking family. It might make me sound like a deviant and a monster, but I’m too lost in pleasure to give a fuck how deranged I sound. I pull all the way out and slam back in until my pubes touch his skin. “Oh, God. Here it comes. I’m gonna fill you up.” I take one final plunge before rearing back my head and letting out a lion’s roar.

My heart races as I fall on top of Bennet, feeling absolutely boneless.

I just fucked a man. Up until last week, I achieved a few orgasms a year. Nothing ever clicked. Nothing tickled my fancy, because these boys are where I’m meant to be. Where I was always meant to be. And we get to do it again. Again, again, again.

Dry streak? Broken. Hell yes!

Someone’s at my side, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s Benjamin. He’s rubbing my arms. Kissing my shoulder. Rutting his spent cock against my thigh. We’re all slathered in cum, but it’s not enough. How could it ever be enough?

Bennet kisses me softly on the lips, and I can’t take my eyes off him. I trace his jawline, more than a little emotional over what we’ve just shared. I came in his ass.

It starts as a trickle. A small raindrop landing on still water, creating ripples that can’t be ignored or explained away as anything other than what it is. Truth.

I give Bennet a quick kiss before pulling out of him and falling on my back. They coil around me like koala cubs, legs everywhere, arms all over. I look at my Bennet, then at my Benji, and I don’t even bother wiping the tear as it drips down my cheek. “My boys.” I close my eyes and sigh. How did I ever get so lucky? They need to know. Theyhaveto know. So, I say, “I’m in love with you, boys.”

Their jaws are shaking, and there’s a familiar clicking sound in the back of Benji’s throat, like he might start crying at any moment.

“We love you, too,” they say.

“Good.” I’m probably blushing like a giddy schoolboy, but Bennet still hasn't come, and that isn't going to fly. I place my hand on his butt and guide him forward. “Go on, Bennet. Come on my thigh. Cover me, baby.”

He’s fucking my hip with abandon, his breathing becoming more and more shallow the longer it goes on. With a final thrust, Bennet explodes, covering my skin with cum.

Tomorrow, the world we’re building may crumble to the ground, but right now? Right now, I’m going to hold my sons against me, and I’m going to make sure they know they’re loved.

CHAPTER 13

BENNET

They look so beautiful this way. Wrapped up in each other. Sleeping peacefully like the whole world’s not at risk of collapse. As much as I want to stay here cuddled up in their love, there’s something else I have to do. Something so scary, the thought alone my hands shake the entire journey downstairs.

I tiptoe to the kitchen, grabbing my phone from where I left it on the table. As quietly as I can, I let myself out the back door and take a seat on Daddy’s patio furniture. For a moment, I debate kicking back in one of the Adirondack chairs, but settle for the white wicker sofa. There’s a fire pit in front of me, and it’s a little chilly, but I don’t want to wake up Daddy or Benji if they see the fire crackling below the bedroom window.

Daddy keeps telling me I’m strong and that I’m his good boy—his big boy—but I don’t feel very strong, and I definitely don’t feel like a big boy right now. Hell, I have to stare at my phone for ten minutes, just working up the courage to place the call.

It rings twice before he picks up.

“This better be good,” Tatum says. His voice is harsh, but not as harsh as it sounded earlier. Maybe he’s calmed down a little. “I’m in fucking California, Bennet, because my moronic husbanddecided to book tickets through Spirit, and now we’re in layover hell. I swear to Rinna, if you add to my upset, your ending will be merciless.”

His words are hateful, but they usually are. It puts me at ease, because this is the Tatum I know. The Tatum I fell in love with. If he was speaking calmly, I would be terrified, but this is a tango we’ve danced countless times.

“Did you threaten to withhold anal entry for a day or two as punishment?”

“That would just be punishing myself, and I’ve done absolutely nothing to be punished over.”

Debatable.

“True,” I lie. “So, when will you be here?”

“We’re supposed to land this morning at ten, if all goes according to plan. Then we’ll rent a car and head that way. So, an extra two hours, give or take.”

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