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“Mmm. Why hello there, boy.” Bran’s head dipped as he shared a kiss with Jamie.
Silas groaned—so very pretty.
Jamie opened up to Bran, body undulating.
And so very sexy—their boy was such a sensual being. It was intoxicating.
Silas was convinced that they were going snatch him up and keep him. How could Jamie not want them as much as they wanted him?
Keeping half an ear open for their food as he didn’t want it sitting on the stoop too long, he spread kisses across Jamie’s back, making note of which patch of skin elicited bigger responses. He would revisit all of Jamie’s sweet spots.
This daisy made Jamie shiver, and scraping his teeth over this rose made him moan. He adored that there was a map with signposts, making it so easy to remember what turned Jamie on the most.
“You’ll have to tell us about the tattoos,” he murmured against Jamie’s lower back.
“They’re a secret. I never show them off.”
He traced the daisy that had made Jamie shiver. “You’re not showing them off now, and we’re good at keeping secrets.” Exceptionally good, if he did say so himself. Well, with others—nothing was secret between him and Bran.
Jamie nodded, moaning softly, nuzzling into his jaw.
He hummed and nuzzled back. Such a sweet boy. “Your secrets are safe with us. I swear.”
“I’m not who you think I am…” Jamie whispered.
Silas frowned, not sure what Jamie was talking about. “Who do we think you are?”
Jamie sighed, sliding away from them, wrapping himself in a sheet. “I used to go by James Starr.”
Oh no, that wouldn’t do. Bran obviously had the same idea, moving to Jamie as he did. Bran stroking Jamie’s cheek as he stroked Jamie’s back. It was only then that the name hit him.“The child actor? In that movie with the dog and the uncle, right? I can’t remember the name of it.”
“It was George and Hank. The movie. And yes. That’s me. I did a six-year stint on Growing Up, plus another four movies.”
Bran nodded. “I see it now. You’re not acting anymore, eh? I understand a lot of child actors leave the business when they grow up.”
“I’ve changed my last name. I don’t show my tattoos. No one knows. No one. I don’t want to have to leave town again.”
“We won’t tell anyone, Jamie,” Bran assured him.
“And that’s not why we’re into you. We didn’t know who you used to be.” Silas rubbed Jamie’s back some more. They wanted who Jamie was now, today, here with them.
“No one can. It’s too dangerous.”
“Stalkers?” Bran asked.
Jamie offered them the barest nod.
Both he and Bran wrapped Jamie in their arms, holding him tight.
“I’m so sorry you’ve been through that, boy. It’s not right.” No wonder his boy needed them, he was hiding, for good reason, and needed a pair of daddies to take care of him.
“You’re safe with us.” Bran leaned back to look Jamie in the eyes. “We don’t want you because of your fame. We want you for you. And we want to protect you from the world.”
Jamie began to cry, silent tears streaking his face.
Silas looked at Bran, stricken. Bran shook his head and mouthed, “I’ve got this.” He held Jamie close and patted his back, murmuring. “It’s okay, Jamie. Let it all out. Let it out.”
“I—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Jamie sniffled and sobbed.
