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“Mmm…” He cuddled in, quiet and heavy and tired.
“Your daddies have you,” Silas said. “Sleep.”
“Sleep.” He nodded and let them have him.
He was where he belonged.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Silas hadn’t napped for very long and he’d left Bran and Jamie upstairs, curled together. He’d just watched for a while, his fingers itching to sculpt. He knew the feeling would still be there in the morning, though, so he’d come downstairs and ordered an amazing dinner to be Ubered from their favorite steakhouse. Now he was building a fire. He hadn’t ordered finger food, but it would still be fun to eat in front of a blazing fire. Fun, romantic, all the good things.
Sitting in the armchair by the fireplace, he scrolled through his phone as he waited for the others to wake up.
Jamie had finally done it. He’d called them daddy. It was… amazing. They’d known he was their boy, and they’d had faith, and it had been rewarded.
It felt like he’d been holding his breath for months, and he could finally let it out.
He grinned down at his phone, not really seeing the screen, his mind busy on his thoughts, on hearing Jamie call them daddies again and again in his mind.
Soft footsteps sounded, and his Jamie appeared in a robe. “You okay?”
He smiled and opened his arms, tucking Jamie in next to him as his boy joined him. “Hey. I’m good. I just wasn’t tired anymore so I got supper ordered and set up a fire to share it in front of.”
Jamie snuggled in, heavy and warm against him.
He kissed the top of Jamie’s head, cuddling happily. “So you had a good afternoon, eh?”
Jamie’s cheek heated. “I was doing research…”
Silas chuckled. He had a hunch Jamie had found out more than he’d bargained for. Like how turned on the whole thing actually made him. “And now you know, eh?”
“I do. I know more than I thought I would.”
“And you know that your Daddies were right. Wesawyou.” Right from the start, they’d known that Jamie was a boy, and more, that he was theirs. Finally. Their very own boy had come to them.
“I was so surprised when Bran came home…”
“I’m glad he did. You needed us. And now you know you can’t touch yourself without our permission so if it happens again, you’ll have to hope one of us gets home quickly.”
“Or I get done quickly…” Oh, naughty boy!
“Brat!” He tickled Jamie’s ribs. “Are you wanting to see what your punishment will be?”
“Is that okay? I mean, you’re okay with me being… naughty.”
“Uh-huh. More than. Sometimes that’s the most fun for all of us, eh?” He nipped at Jamie’s chin.
“Yeah, it seems like it could be.” Jamie’s cheeks were red hot, but his cock was hard.
“I love that you’re coming into your own in this. Our sweet boy with his naughty streak.”
“I’m just… trying hard.”
“You’re doing great, boy. Bran and I are so proud of you.” Their boy deserved all the praise. They wanted him to feel good about himself.
“Thank you. I’m proud of us—all three of us.”
“Such a generous boy.” He stroked Jamie’s side, loving the sensation of the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. “What’s your favorite thing that you read about in your research?”
