Page 93 of Rayna's Daddy

“I just think with the sassiness he gave me; he might be a little.” From the look on Kyler’s face, the idea never crossed his mine.

“He came out to us when he was like twelve years old, so I don’t know why he would keep it from us.” Kyler climbed out of the chair. He took my hand. “If he was, I can’t believe he wouldn’t have told us or asked us about it.”

“Yeah, if I wanted advice on being a little, I’d certainly come to my Daddy Dom, big brother.” I rolled my eyes, but thankfully, Kyler didn’t see me. We walked back into the suite. The guys remained seated at the dinner table in an animated discussion.

They didn’t stop when we returned. Kyler sat and watched them. A small smirk turned up the corner of his lips. He loved his brothers so much.

“Randall, why don’t you go spend some time in Europe?” Josh sipped a round glass with brown liquid in it. “It might do you good. A change of scenery.”

“I get all the scenery I need right here.” He frowned and slumped back in his chair. “Besides, Tyler’s closer.”

All the guys stopped and stared at Randall. The silence abruptly ended when all five men busted out into laughter.

It made me smile even though I wasn’t privy to the inside joke.

Kyler looked at his watch.

“Well, Rayna, I think we better get going.” He sipped from a similar glass. “You joining us?” he asked Josh.

“I have a little date myself.” He pushed away from the table. His word choice made me giggle. Little could mean any number of things.

I looked up and found Tyler staring at me with a frown on his face.

“Tyler, are you coming to the tea party?” I could feel Kyler’s eyes on me. “It sounds like fun. Kyler said they have a lot of yummy treats.”

His eyes darted around the table, and he shrugged. “Not really my scene.” But the whole table saw it. The longing in his eyes. He had a little inside of him. I felt it. He wasn’t ready to let him out. He needed a Daddy to feel safe letting his little out, or a little who understood how he felt. I made it my mission to help him.

“We should go.” Kyler stood and straightened his suit jacket. I hopped up and grabbed his arm.

“Daddy, I need to use the potty first.” I bounced on my feet.

“Right down the hall. First door on the right.” He pointed.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I kissed Kyler on the cheek and skipped toward the bathroom. I winked at Tyler as I passed.

When I returned, the guys all stood in the foyer waiting for me. Kyler held his hand out and I took it.

We all piled into the elevator. The building only had four floors. The buttons for four and ground level were pushed.

When we reached floor four. Kyler gave Randall and Tyler a hug. “You’re at least staying the night, right?”

“I guess I should let Duncan sleep.” Tyler played with the button on his cuff. “It’s probably a rule or something.”

“Yeah, it’s called an FAA regulation. You need to give your pilot eight hours of sleep between flights over four hours.” Josh spouted the rule like he’d memorized it.

Tyler shook his head.

“You want to meet for breakfast?” Josh asked. He pulled him in for a hug. Tyler hugged him back.

“If you’re up by six am.” Tyler gave Randall a more manly hug. It’s funny I picked up on Tyler’s little.

“Nice meeting you, Rayna.” Tyler waved. “You ever in the city, give me a call.” I nodded and waved back as the elevator closed. Was his request genuine or something you say, considering we were both on the east coast? Although, I’d never go into the city alone. I would have to have one of my friends come . . .

My thought trailed off as a breeze carrying the aroma of fresh cut flowers wafted past us. We walked down a short, curved corridor and into a fairyland. My mouth dropped open as I looked all around. The room was an enchanted forest that shimmered under black lights. The full trees had branches and leaves of sparkly lights that twinkled, like the song. Little round tables were set up among the foliage with white linen tablecloths and a whimsical floral arrangement in the center. Couples occupied a few of the tables. We walked through the path down a yellow brick tiled road. Kyler waved and shook hands with several Daddy’s and Mommy’s. Most of the littles were dressed up too. Some in frilly dresses or little suits with shorts for bottoms. One little boy had on a bow tie and suspenders. He kept extending them and letting them snap back. Kyler stopped to speak to his Daddy.

“Hi.” I bit my lip and look up at the little boy. He was taller than me, but not by much.

“Hi.” He waved and his eyes darted around. “This place is . . .”

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