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Sawyer fell back on his heels and peered up at a melted Noah. “Damn, you taste good.”

“That was the best hummer I’ve ever had, Daddy.” Noah stretched his arms above his head. “I can’t wait ‘til I have your cock in my mouth.” He licked his lips. “I’m sure it’s much better than vegetables.”

Sawyer barked out a laugh as he rose to his feet. “I sure as hell hope so.”

Noah draped his arms around Sawyer’s neck. “Whaddya say for every vegetable you want me to eat, I give you a blow job instead?”

Sawyer gave him a smirk. “Nice try.”

Noah stuck out his bottom lip. “Is that a no?”

“It’s a no.”

Noah let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. I guess I’ll eat those evil things and suck your cock anyway.”

“It’s such a hard life you’re living.”

With a mischievous grin Noah reached between them and encircled their softened lengths together. “I certainly hope so.”

Chapter Thirteen

Sawyer clamped his lips shut, trying to keep from bursting into laughter as he watched Noah and Arlen tear after each other on the small lawn next to the pool. They’d both dressed up as action heroes, and while Sawyer wasn’t that big of an expert on the different characters, his best guess was that Noah was Deadpool and Arlen was Ironman. Sawyer assumed that these crusaders for justice didn’t typically fight with super-squirter water guns, but hey, that’s why they were the kids, and he was the Daddy.

“I got you!” Noah cried out from behind a bush. “You’re dead!”

“I’m not dead, you’re dead. You’re Deadpool!”

Arlen fell on the ground, rolling and laughing in the grass. Sawyer tackled him and they startled wrestling for control over the full water gun, the empty one having already been hurled toward the pool. They’d been in middle space since right before lunch and had been working off the hamburgers Sawyer had grilled for them on the barbecue ever since.

Sawyer glanced at his watch from where he was relaxing on one of the loungers by the pool. Maybe once the boys were done roughhousing and were ready to go inside and play Mario Party, he could give his mom a call and bring her up to speed on the new developments in his life. He smiled as he took a sip of the strawberry lemonade he’d made that morning.

And what great developments they were. The past week had seen a lot of work get accomplished at the club, but more importantly, the beginning of his life with Noah as his boy. He had to laugh. What a difference between his first week in San Francisco and the second. The second definitely won.

Sawyer adjusted his position in the chair, parting his legs to make a bit more room in his shorts. Morning spankings and nighttime cuddles with a couple blowjobs in between was a marvelous thing. Still, down and dirty, no-holds barred sex wouldn’t be such a bad idea either.

He rubbed his forehead as he let the sounds of the antics of both boys to play in the background like a soundtrack to his thoughts.

Noah had become the most epic hint-dropper known to mankind. No doubt existed whatsoever that Noah wanted got laid, was desperate to fuck. All that stood in the way of his boy getting what he wanted was Sawyer. While he’d made peace in his mind with the decision to pursue a relationship with Oliver’s son, being extra careful and almost old-school gentlemanly when it came to making love to Noah couldn’t be helped.

That was the ultimate and final line they would cross as a couple. At least, that’s how Sawyer viewed their relationship when it came to what Oliver would think.

He glanced at Noah and Arlen who were now lying on their stomachs, their legs bent as they kicked their feet back and forth. They were lost in some debate over whether King Kong or Godzilla would win in a fight, and which version from which film would be the supreme titleholder.

Sawyer drained the rest of his lemonade then called out to the boys. “I need you guys to head inside and get cleaned up. It’s almost four and if you want to have time to play your game before Arlen has to go home, you’d better get started now.”

“Aww!” Noah flopped onto his back and rolled to and fro. “ButDaddy, we were gonna go swimming again.”

“I can’t control what time it is. Swimming or video game. Your choice.”

“Ohman. No fair.”

Noah plopped back onto his stomach then cupped his hand around Arlen’s ear. Once Noah had finished whatever he had to say, Arlen did the same. They went back and forth like that for a while until they both nodded excitedly.

“Daddy? Can Arlen stay for dinner?”

Sawyer let out a snort. “As long as Arlen doesn’t mind having to drive all the way back to the city then open the club tomorrow.”

Since the next day was Tuesday, it would be Arlen’s first day managing the club all on his own. Sawyer planned to take Noah on a drive up the 101, see if he could get a feel for someplace they might like to settle someday.

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