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“M-maybe… I’m thinking about a romance novel.”
“Oh, very nice. Bran and I could be your models.”
Bran glanced in the rearview and saw Silas posing.
“You are both… wow.” Jamie moaned low. “A fantasy.”
“Not a fantasy. We’re very real men and we’re right here,” Bran reminded Jamie.
“Uh-huh.” He could hear Silas kissing their boy again. Horndog. Of course, if their places had been reversed, he’d probably be doing the same thing.
Jamie whimpered, moaning into Silas’s mouth.
So pretty together.
He made himself watch the road. He was carrying precious cargo, and he needed to get his lovers home without incident.
They pulled into the garage, and he parked before grabbing the food. “Let’s go eat, you two.”
Silas and Jamie pulled apart, Silas grinning like the Cheshire cat. He did have the presence of mind to grab the bag from the drugstore, and Jamie’s good hand.
Jamie was sporting an erection, and there was a wet spot on his trousers. Adorable.
“How’s the burn?” he asked as they went in and straight toward the kitchen. He could see the white bandage on the injured hand, and he approved of Silas’s ministrations.
“It’s much better, thank you. It feels good.”
“There you go. See? There’s advantages to having the hand doctored.” He opened the bags and set their food out on the table while Silas grabbed some utensils.
“What can I do to help?” Jamie asked.
“Sit and eat.” All he had left to do was grab them some sodas from the fridge, which he did before joining his lovers at the table.
“It smells like heaven. This is absolutely my favorite curry.” Jamie smiled at them. “Want a bite?”
“Yes.” He and Silas answered together, then laughed and high-fived each other. Then they both opened their mouths like baby birds.
Jamie chuckled, and their boy carefully fed them both a generous bite, only spilling a bit.
Humming, he licked his lips. “It’s delicious.”
Silas nodded. “I want to share mine too—who else wants some teriyaki chicken?”
Bran dropped his mouth open again. He was enjoying this feeding-each-other game.
Silas fed him a bite, then glanced at Jamie. “You?”
“Sure.” Jamie opened his mouth too, a little shyer than he’d been. Time and nearness would ease that. Eventually Jamie would trust them completely.
He loved the way Jamie held their gazes, sweet and nervous and hungry.
Silas fed Jamie, then he took his turn, offering up a bite of his spicy curry. He figured Jamie would like it, as he liked the green curry. Silas on the other hand, he gave a little bite to, knowing his lover wasn’t that into spicy.
Jamie hummed low, shivering with a smile. “Yummy.”
“Watching you eat it is almost better than eating it myself.” Lord, he was smitten. Silas was going to be smug—he’d been so right about Jamie.
The man had not had a second doubt. Not one.
