Page 88 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
He grinned and stepped aside to let Ethan in. “Yup. Ethan brought us pizza from that place down on Rainier.”
I took a big whiff as he passed, and my stomach growled. “You all are lifesavers.” I ducked my head around the doorjamb. “Anyone else out here?”
Tristan smacked my arm. “Get in here, asshole. The pizza’s getting cold.”
Grinning, I shut the door and locked it before turning around in the open entryway to the men assembled in my living room. Ethan, Tristan, and Anson had taken the couch directly opposite me, and Nate was dropping into an easy chair on the right just as I turned. That left the less comfortable chair for me, but I wasn’t planning on sitting, anyway.
I crossed my arms and eyed every one of them in turn. “To what do I owe this intervention?”
Tris gasped, his hand flying to his chest. A telltale sign that this was exactly what I suspected it was. “Whatever do you mean, dear?” His eyelashes fluttered dramatically, and Ethan elbowed him lightly.
“Tristan here said you disappeared last night. With Sam.” Ethan grinned.
I snatched a pillow from the floor beside the uncomfortable chair on my left and hurled it at Tris. “Fucker.”
“What?” His hands flew in front of his face, batting away the projectile. “We just wanted to hear how it went.”
Anson nodded from his other side, his eyes kind. “Yes, Cameron. We haven’t seen a real smile on your face in a long time, and we liked it. If Sam put it there, then he’s okay in our book.”
Tris nodded as well, eyes wide and deceptively innocent. “Promise, we’re just here because we care about you.”
Nate cleared his throat. “And a little because we want to hear details.”
“Nathan Bartholomew!” Anson shouted, glaring as Nate waved him off. But Anson’s eyes were sparkling when he turned back to me. “We only need to hear what Cameron’s willing to share.”
I sighed, crossing my arms across my chest as I popped my hip. “Ugh, fine. ItwasSam.”
“You finally worked things out with him?” Ethan asked. I saw the other guys leaning in to get the tea—they’d all been at our Daddies and Subs Club when Sam and I hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other, according to Tristan. They all knew at least a little bit of it.
I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets. I still wasn’t going to sit down. The subject of our discussion had made sureof that last night. “Yeah, it was the same Sam you all met at last month’s club meeting. It’s a long story. Basically, we’ve bumped into each other a few times since last March, but we finally connected last night. We both happened to be at Mix It Up at the same time.”
Tris was bouncing in his seat, nodding. “Uh-huh. Let me guess—you both got all hot over Zander and Joey’s spanking demo, right?”
I glanced toward the fireplace to my left. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
“Holy fuck!” Nate shouted. “I knew it! Please, tell me you two did the nasty. Hopefully several times.”
“Nathan!” Anson hissed again, but this time, Nate retreated into the chair, properly chastised.
Ethan smiled. “As much as we’d all love details—like, is he a Daddy?—we just want to know if he treated you well. And if you’re seeing him again.”
I pursed my lips, tapping my chin to build the suspense. Then I ticked off my answers to his questions on my fingers. “Well . . . definitely, very, and I think so.”
A collective shout exploded through the room. Even Ethan, even-keeled as he usually was, pumped his fist in the air. “That’s amazing, Cameron! We’re so happy for you, truly.” Ethan stood, circling the coffee table to pull me into a hug.
Tristan was next, and like I was the groom at some fucked-up wedding, the other men lined up to congratulate me as well. What the hell kind of weird alternate dimension had I landed in?
After Nate’s playful bear hug and Anson had wrapped his surprisingly strong twink arms around me, I stepped back, glancing toward the kitchen. “Now that that’s over, somebody mentioned pizza?”
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“So how did you two fare last night?” I wiggled my eyebrows, leveling a pointed glare at Anson after we’d all tucked into our food. He blushed instantly, and Nate started cackling.
“Anson could hardly make it through the final demonstration. You know, the one you missed.” Nate winked at me.
“Shut up, Nate,” Anson growled, venom in his tone. It always amused me that so much indignation could come out of such a small man.
Tris perked up beside me where we sat on the floor, our plates on the coffee table. His eyes sparkled as he cooed, “Ooo—tell us what happened!”
