Page 91 of Jamie
“I—I liked how it all felt so… right? Like it was a way to breathe?”
“Makes you wonder why you resisted so hard, eh?”
“No. No, I think that’s part of it. You’re not supposed to want this.”
That made Silas tilt his head. “Why not? Everyone is different, and we all have different needs and wants—for our lives in general and for what turns us on and gets us off. You don’t think it’s bad that you want this, do you?”
“No. Just… different. I don’t mind being different, if… I just didn’t expect that squirmy excitement.”
That made him chuckle. “That squirmy excitement is good, though. It makes it better. You aren’t just doing this because we want it. You’re doing it because you do too.”
“I—I do. It’s exciting, a little freaky, but… I’m in. I want to feel this.”
Silas covered Jamie’s mouth with his own, kissing Jamie deeply. They would have so much fun now that they were all on the same page, and somehow even just kisses seemed different, more special.
Now he didn’t feel as if he had to be so careful. Jamie was theirs. Jamie wanted to push and be pushed.
He deepened the kiss, one hand going behind Jamie’s head, cradling it.
His boy leaned back, opening to him and moaning deep and low.
The doorbell sounded, interrupting them, and Silas groaned. “Damn it.”
A chuckle came from the hall. “I’ll get it.”
“What a good daddy, hmm?” he teased, and Jamie nodded.
“So good. Kiss me again?”
“I won’t make you ask twice.” He pounced, taking Jamie’s lips again, his tongue pushing between them eagerly.
He was ready to get serious about being Jamie’s daddy. Right now.
All too soon, Bran was back with two bags of takeout, carrying their supper in and setting it down on the floor by the fireplace.
“Time to eat.” Bran swatted Jamie’s butt.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“You have an adorable butt,” Bran noted.
Silas had to nod and agree. Jamie’s ass was very touchable, swattable, adorable. “It’s perfect.” He patted it. “Come on, let’s eat.”
He got Jamie up and they all sat together on the pillows he’d laid out on the floor. Bran got out the food.
“Oh yum, you ordered us the best supper.”
“I did.” He grinned at them both. “I thought it suited my mood. Our mood, I hope.”
Bran nodded. “It suits mine.” And they both looked at Jamie.
“This is magic. Thank you…” Jamie took a deep breath. “Daddy.”
Silas’s heart nearly exploded, and he could tell from Bran’s expression that his lover felt the same way.
“You’re welcome, baby boy,” they said together.
Jamie’s cheeks were bright red, but there was a quiet pride in their boy’s eyes, he thought.
