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Jamie finally pulled his finger into his mouth, fellating it thoroughly.
He had to clear his throat—twice—before he could say anything. “We’re going to have to sit here for a while.” Because he was now sporting a major hard-on.
“I’m going to have to put him over my knee for teasing,” Bran dared.
“Mmm… spanking.” He looked at Jamie, wanting to see how their boy reacted to the suggestion.
Jamie stared at Bran, eyes wide as saucers.
“Imagine it,” Silas said, leaning in and murmuring so they couldn’t be overheard. “You, naked. Bran, naked. Lying over his legs, cock caught between them so it rubs with every movement you make. His hand coming down on your ass, making it burn, your skin on fire and so very alive.”
“Shh! You should… eat cake.” Jamie looked utterly shocked.
“So feed me.” He held Jamie’s gaze and opened his mouth, letting his lower jaw drop as suggestively as possible.
Bran chuckled, the sound throaty, hot, his lover turned on. “We can table the spanking discussion ’til we get home, too.”
“Uh-huh. All discussions at home.” Jamie fed him a huge bite of cake.
Despite the size of it, it seemed to melt in his mouth, the layers of mousse incredibly light, the whole thing deliciously sweet. “Oh, that’s nice.”
“My turn.” Bran also opened his mouth, looking hopefully at Jamie.
Jamie fed Bran as well, the soft moan making his eyes cross.
He reached for one of the spoons and got some cake onto it, offering it over to Jamie. Although if their boy wanted to eat his share entirely with his fingers, he was so down for that.
“Thank you.” Jamie opened up like a dream.
He slipped the mouthful into Jamie’s mouth. He loved the glimpse of tongue he got. He wanted that tongue on his body later tonight.
Jamie’s eyes crossed, and he moaned. Silas’s own moan echoed it, and he wondered how private the bathrooms were here…
“We can take it to go…” Jamie whispered.
“Oh, Bran. Our boy is a genius.”
“I’ll pay and get a box. You call for a car.” Bran winked at him. “We can share it, naked.”
Silas raised an eyebrow. “The car?”
Bran snorted. “You know I meant the cake.”
Chuckling, he grabbed his phone and opened the Uber app.
No reason to walk home with hard-ons.
That would takeforever.
CHAPTER NINE
Bran opened the door and drew Silas and Jamie inside. He locked the door behind them, not making a big deal of it, but not willing to leave it unlocked given their earlier “visitor.”
“Upstairs,” he told them. They didn’t need to pretend they weren’t eager for anything but being up in bed together.
They trooped up, and they all began stripping down, Silas making sure the blinds and curtains were drawn.
Bran pulled the covers back and piled the pillows up at the head of the bed to sit against. He sat in the middle and opened his arms for his guys.
