Page 5 of Kenzie's Perfect Daddies

Beau’s face tightened before he eased his features and nodded his head. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” He stroked Beau’s cheek with his thumb, “But,” he continued, “you’re also hers. I get that now. I could see it as you talked with her. You’re hers and she is yours.”

“But—” Beau began, and Sebastian knew exactly where Beau’s thoughts had gone.

“Here’s the kicker, though,” He took a deep breath before dropping his bomb, “She’s mine too. I felt it the minute she walked in this room.”

Beau’s expression morphed into one of complete confusion and Sebastian knew that the high emotions were causing Beau not to grasp the enormity of his words. Sebastian was going to have to spell it out. “I know with certainty that the both of you are meant to be mine.”

“Really?” There was so much hope in his boy’s voice that Sebastian’s soul soared at knowing he was on the right track and his boy could see it.

“I’m that Daddy you talked to her about thinking you needed in your dynamic. I always have been, we just didn’t know each other yet.”

A smile brighter than Sebastian had ever seen lit Beau’s face and he wiggled in excitement. Sebastian sucked in a deep breath as Beau rubbed against the erection that hadn’t gone away since Kenzie had stepped into the room. He grabbed Beau’s hips tostill him and asked the big question on his mind. “The question is, how do we convince Kenzie of it?”

He felt ten feet tall when Beau brushed his hair back and said, “If anyone can figure it out, you can, Daddy.”

Gripping the back of Beau’s neck, Sebastian brought Beau’s face closer until he could capture Beau’s lips with his own. It wasn’t long before he was changing the tone of the soft kiss, licking the seam of his boy’s lips and demanding entry. Beau immediately opened for him and Sebastian explored, allowing Beau to battle him a bit for dominance before completely taking over and devouring him.

He wasn’t sure how long the kiss lasted but when he finally pulled away, they were both panting and Beau was grinding his own erection over Sebastian’s. He gripped Beau’s hips again, pausing his movements.

“Later, baby. Right now, we need to go find our girl.”

Kenzie

Kenzie burst into the coat room and plopped onto one of the colorful cushioned benches. She should gather her things and get out, but she couldn’t find the energy for that. She felt wiped and figured her fucks-to-give supply was in the negative at that point. How had this night ended up so jacked?

She was supposed to come here and play and forget all her worries for a while. Instead, her biggest worry had walked in right behind her. Literally. Not only that, but she’d learned she’d still have the man she loved if she hadn’t jumped to conclusions. Why couldn’t she have just let him finish speaking that night?

Because you’re too scared of being rejected.

That was the crux of the matter. She’d always been told she was either too much or not good enough and she’d panicked at the thought of Beau telling her that. She’d known she wouldn’t get over it. So, she’d jumped in to stop the words that she thought were coming out and had instead ended up pushing him away.

Why was she so fucked up?

The door to the coat room burst open and River made their way in, rushing straight for her. Her friend’s thick, dark hair had started the night in full, gorgeous space buns that were now falling down, hairs escaping the confines of their ties and flowing around River as they approached at a fast clip. River reached Kenzie’s side and didn’t say a word as their breaths came in rapid pants and they held out their arms. Kenzie wrapped her own arms around her friend’s waist and let the sobs come. She knew River would gladly let her get it all out, even if she did soak their shirt. They were the kind of friend who stuck by you, and Kenzie was grateful to have them there with her during this.

As she cried, River didn’t try to stop her, just held her tight, murmuring comforting words. “It’s okay, babes, let it all out. I’ve got you. You’ll get through this.” They rocked Kenzie and stroked her back and just let her release all her big feels.

After several minutes, Kenzie’s sobs subsided and River reached over, plucking a handful of tissues from a box sitting on a table at the end of the bench. They carefully wiped Kenzie’s tears and handed her a tissue to blow her nose.

“I’m so sorry, Kenz-Kenz. I didn’t know they’d changed their plans and taken an impromptu trip to Vegas instead.” The guilt lacing River’s voice tore at Kenzie’s heart and she rushed to comfort her friend.

“You couldn’t have known. Honestly, this needed to happen sooner or later. I’m tired of hiding and the only way to come out is to work this out with him.”

River brushed their thumb over her cheek, catching a stray tear, and reached for Kenzie’s hand. “Enough of this. If you’re tired of hiding, it’s time to come out of hiding and go back to the group room.” Taking a close look at Kenzie’s face, River amended their statement just a bit. “But first, let’s get you cleaned up a bit. Yeah?”

Just as she made to rise and follow her friend, the door to the coat room opened again, this time more gently, and Beau’s Daddy stuck his gorgeous face past the edge of the door. “I was hoping we’d find you, Kenzie.”

Fuck, hadn’t she had enough for one night? What was there left to say? She’d destroyed the best thing to ever happen to her and now he’d moved on. She’d have to find a way to live with that. They didn’t need to seek her ass out and rub more salt in the wounds.

But no, there really were things left to work out and honestly, she was the one who’d fucked up, not Beau, so it was really her being the salty bitch here. She should let them talk to her, work things out so they wouldn’t be so awkward later.

Mister tall-dark-and-hella-hot opened the door further and entered with Beau coming in close behind him. Their hands were gripped together in an obvious show of solidarity and that rush of jealousy reared up in Kenzie again, shocking her for the second time because it wasn’t the fact that they held hands that ignited it. No, it was inspired by the fact that they weren’t holding hers as well. Not Beau.Them. Thebothof them. The thought was still so foreign, but it seemed it had taken root and now she was imagining what it would be like to be both of theirs.

Beau’s Daddy looked to River and addressed them in a tone that said it might have been phrased as a question but was, in fact, an order. “Can we talk to Kenzie a moment?”

Despite the commanding tone, River still directed their questioning gaze at Kenzie, making sure that she was okay withit before leaving her alone with the men. River really was a true friend.

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