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Ryan tilted his head and scrunched his brow. “It must’ve been Ty, because he handed me the keys after we got in the car.”

Zane’s adoring expression made Foster’s heart melt. He never stopped giving Ryan light touches - a brush of fingers on his cheek or softly swiping back his shoulder-length blond hair. No way was this anything other than two people in love.Possibly three.

“Very good.” Zane smiled. “The next time you’re worried you’ll be late, give me a call so I don’t worry. Then I can also tell you that it’s okay, so it doesn’t add to your anxiety.”

Ryan winced. “Yeah… I sort of realized that halfway here. But then I wasn’t sure whether I should pull over and call then or just keep going.” His shoulders slumped. “I couldn’t make up my mind.”

Wow. It was like watching himself but in someone else’s body. Someone who hadn’t been through the agony of being paralyzed by what most would view as a simple decision couldn’t possibly understand. Yet, both Marc and Zane seemed able to grasp how difficult an issue it was to live with.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Zane gave Ryan a gentle squeeze. “We'll talk about it later. I'm not upset.”

Ryan visibly settled at Zane's words, the tension melting from his shoulders. There was something remarkable about seeing the dynamic from the outside—the natural way Zane provided structure, and Ryan responded. Foster glanced atMarc, finding his Daddy already watching him with a knowing smile.

“So, Foster,” Zane said, turning his attention back to them. “Marc tells me you're interested in opening an antique shop?”

“Yes, Sir.” Foster straightened slightly. “It's what I did in California before moving here.”

They continued chatting and getting to know each other over a gourmet meal, and the personal stories that Marc and Zane shared from their long association.

While they waited for the espresso and tiramisu to be served, Ryan and Zane fell into a discussion over whether Ryan should wait at the club until Ty’s shift was over or go back home and wait there.

“Hey,” Marc whispered next to his ear. “This will be your first decision-making challenge. There are no wrong answers. This is about you stating what you want. Ready?”

Foster groaned, twisting his fingers in his lap. Marc stilled them with his hand.

“This will be the only decision you need to make this week. I’ll make all the rest for you if that’s what you need.”

Foster turned to him. “Really? No matter what the decision is?”

“No matter what.”

Such a bargain was too fantastic to resist. “Deal.” He blew out a breath, wondering what he was getting himself into. “What’s the decision?”

Marc rubbed his nose against the side of Foster’s neck, right under his ear. “Go enjoy the club after we finish up here, or back to your place so I can introduce you to some more ass play. I bought you a present today, and I’d like to…” He nipped Foster’s ear lobe. “Give it to you.”

“Holy…” Foster’s voice cracked. In a stunning development, this was probably the easiest decision he’d ever had to make. “Well, we can always come to the club another night.”

Marc let out a throaty chuckle. “Good answer.”

Chapter Ten

Marc held in a chuckle as he glanced sideways at Foster in the passenger seat. He couldn’t seem to sit still. By the time he was done with him, Foster would be squirming even more. A happy sigh fell from his lips as he exited I-93.

“Is everything okay?”

Foster’s tone held concern, which wasn’t Marc’s intention at all. His sensitive boy would need so much reinforcement after being pushed down for so long. Marc narrowed his eyes, gripping the steering wheel tighter.Bastard. Basic decency and self-control were all that stood between him and Edward being sorry he ever dared hurt Foster.

Marc reached over and squeezed Foster’s knee. “Everything’s wonderful. I get to have my boy all to myself and do lots of deliciously kinky things to him. Believe me, I’mveryokay.” Marc patted Foster’s thigh then returned his hand to the wheel. “What about you? Did you enjoy yourself with Master Zane and Ryan?”

“Actually, I really did.” Foster chuckled. “It’s funny how things can get built up in your head like they’re so scary. but turn out to be cool.”

“Good. Can you elaborate on what you thought was cool?”

Foster shifted in his seat again as if trying to articulate his answer. “How normal they were? They seemed so comfortable with themselves. Everyone I saw there did.

“Can you define what you mean by normal? I try to stay away from that word in reference to the lifestyle.” Verifying where Foster’s head was at would be vital to their continuing dynamic.

“Oh, I apologize.” His cheeks pinked. “Well, for example, Master Zane is this intimidating guy at the club, but then he’s talking about their garden and showing me pictures of the tomatoes Ryan grew.” Foster tapped his chin with one finger. “And I loved that there’s this understanding between them. Like they don't need words sometimes.” He plucked at the fabric of his pants. “And nobody looked at me like I was weird or didn't belong.”

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