Page 60 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

God, I love this man. Wanting to put a smile on his face, I tilt my head, staring up at him staring down at me. “Please don’t work ‘era’ into everyday dialogue, Daddy.” I reach up and tap the underside of his nose’s tip. “You’re in your forties.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “Are you calling me old, little guy?”

“Older,” I correct him. “But that’s why we love you.”

His smile widens. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over hearing that from you.” He pats my thigh, motioning for me to scoot over. I know we can’t stay here long, because if Benji wakes up without either of us, he’ll be scared. Two or three minutes can’t hurt, though. To my surprise, when Nate sits beside me, he rests his head on my shoulder. It’s such a simple gesture, but it’s one that makes my heart leap in my chest. It’s only now I realize he needs me just as much as I need him. Daddy’s stronger than me in every way, but sometimes, even the strongest men need support.

“Daddy, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” I say softly. His hand is right there for the taking, so I take it. “I know you like to be the strong one, but I can be strong too. I have you.Wehave you.”

“I know. You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for, Bennet. I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” He peeks up at me, and I find myself captivated by his thick lashes. They’re so dark it makes Daddy look like he’s wearing mascara. I rub my finger across the bag under his eye.

“What do you see?”

He buries his face in my neck, and I’m pretty sure I feel him give me a kiss. “One third of my heart, son.”

“Me too. But with you.” I kiss his scalp the way he usually kisses mine when he knows I need to be coddled. “Tatum said he mailed something to us, but we can’t open it until he gets here.”I feel his body tense, so I grip his hand even harder to make sure he feels me. “I really think it’s going to be okay. He calmed down since we talked earlier.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you,” he says, his voice so small it doesn’t even sound like Daddy at all. “I can’t lose either of you.”

“It’s your lucky day.” I try to put a bit of cheer in my voice to lift his spirits, and I think it works. “We’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with us forever. Too bad, so sad.”

He tips my chin up and approaches slowly, his eyes closing. The feeling of his breath mixing with mine leaves me feeling a little dizzy, but I think I like the dizziness. No. I know I like it.

Our lips twist and tangle, but there are no tongues involved. I almost think it’s better this way—for this moment, at least. It’s not heat and scorching passion. There aren’t any erections needing release. The kiss is filled with pure, unfiltered love. Between a daddy and his boy.

Between a father and son.

When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, little man.”

Benji

“What do you think it is?”

I don’t know why I’m even asking. Bennet and Dad are staring at the same box I am. When we woke up, Bennet told me he called Tatum while I was sleeping. Tatum was complaining about a layover in Los Angeles, then said he overnighted a rather large package to us, but we’re not allowed to open it beforehe gets here. It’s been tempting me ever since the UPS man dropped it off at our doorstep, but Bennet’s been insistent. It’s a super big box, and honestly, I don’t know how Tatum or Kincaid could afford the shipping. It took all three of us to get it over the threshold and into the foyer. The box is shorter than I am, but it’s super wide and unnecessarily heavy.

“Do you think he got us an above-ground swimming pool?”

Dad and Bennet both turn and stare at me like I’m stupid.

“Why the hell would he get us an inflatable pool?” Bennet groans obnoxiously as if it’s the dumbest suggestion he’s ever heard, which I know for a fact isn’t true, because after I woke up this morning, he asked if I wanted him to rub his cock against mine until we came, and the answer to that question isalwaysgoing to be yes, so clearly, he needs to remove that tone from his voice and the frustration from his face.

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I’m gonna make Dad spank you so hard your skin blisters,” I threaten. Bennet’s mouth falls open, and Dad shakes his head frantically.

“No, son. I don’t believe in corporal punishment.”

I shrug. “Sucks for Bennet, because he does.” I toss a wink at Bennet. “A lot.” Honestly, I’ve been looking for a way to broach the subject most of the morning, because I know it’s what Bennet loves, and he hasn’t had it in a real long time. “He likes to be spanked. It gets him off.”

“Jesus,” Bennet groans.

Dad has a determined look on his face. “Is that true, Bennet? Have you been hiding your kinks from me?” The seriousness on his face fades into a cheeky little grin, making Dad look like the world’s sexiest scamp. He cups Bennet’s cheek, and my insides feel fuzzy, because seeing them together is one of the very best parts of my day. I used to get so jealous of anyone else touching on Bennet, but I never feel that way with them. Maybe it’s down to the dynamic of our relationship—what with Dad being ourdad and all—or maybe it’s down to the fact that I get to have Bennet now too. I know no one can ever take him from me now. “Is that what you need from me?”

“I’m okay.” Bennet’s trying to downplay his excitement by feigning disinterest, but his face is glowing brighter than the spotlights that used to showcase us when we would go-go dance at the bar. His cheeks burn red as he chews his bottom lip. Yeah, he couldn’t be more obvious if he tried. “I don’t know what he’s talking about. Benji’s just a liar, liar, cum-dump on fire.” Bennet turns to scowl at me, and that’s his fatal mistake, because while he’s looking at me, he doesn’t see the way Dad’s arm rears back. He doesn’t have a chance to brace for impact as Dad’s palm strikes his ass. He doesn’t spank him hard. It barely even makes a sound, but that doesn’t stop Bennet from acting a damn fool. He lets out a godawful cry as he jolts forward against Dad’s chest. “Daddy!” He wraps his arms around Dad in a desperate hug before sobbing into Dad’s neck.

“Now, do you want to be honest with me, buddy?”

Bennet’s breathing frantically, and when it takes him a little longer than it should to respond, a horrified look crosses Dad’s face, like he’s worried he just made the worst mistake of his life. It’s a hideous look that has no business anywhere near his beautiful face. Thankfully, it’s gone in an instant as soon as Bennet looks up at him, smiling dazedly.

“Again?”

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