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“Help me out here,” Silas said to him.
“Sorry, what am I helping you out with?”
“I suggested that Jamie should come to bed with us and do his writing in the morning because he doesn’t start work until one p.m.”
He smiled. “Oh, I think that’s a brilliant idea. I’m in.”
“I knew you would be. Jamie?” Silas looked at their boy expectantly.
“I… If I can have a shower first, please.”
“Of course. Did you want to shower on your own, or with company?”
“The shower’s not that big…”
Oh, right. He’d only been in the guest bath.
“The master bedroom has an amazing en suite,” Silas told Jamie. “Amazing.”
“Oh…”
“We’ll wash clothes. We?—”
Jamie interrupted Silas. “If this is going to be a thing, I should bring over my pajamas.”
“I think you should bring over more than just your pajamas,” Bran suggested. “Maybe on your next day off, we can move the things you need. Because Silas and I would very much like this to be a thing.”
“Yes.” It was all Silas said, but it was all he needed to say.
“I—Let me think about it, okay?”
“Of course. We’re not pushing you into anything.”
“Just being highly encouraging,” Silas added.
Bran chuckled and nodded at the table. “Let’s all eat, hmm?”
“Yeah. I’m starving.” Jamie relaxed with them, eating. They spent the next half an hour laughing and chatting, and it was surprising to discover how funny Jamie was, when he relaxed. And smart. Their boy was bright and quick.
By the time they’d finished eating, they were all feeling full and happy, and they lingered over the desserts.
Jamie smiled at them, and that sweet expression made Bran’s heart beat faster.
Unable to resist, he leaned in and pressed their lips together. Jamie tasted like coconut with the barest hint of spice, and he deepened the kiss, wanting more.
Jamie opened to him like a dream, lips parting, tongue sliding along his. He hummed, the vibrations tickling a little where their skin met.
He wanted more skin meeting, so he cupped Jamie’s cheeks, stroking with his thumbs.
Silas tugged Jamie’s shirt up, baring that taut belly. It made him wish he had extra hands, but Silas had two of his own and he was busy with those sweet abs, making Jamie moan into Bran’s mouth.
Such a pretty baby.
He licked a line around Jamie’s lips, teasing, playing. Jamie moaned again, tongue chasing his. So responsive and needy. It was intoxicating.
“I didn’t think I’d ever get hard again after yesterday,” Jamie whispered.
“You’re going to get hard every day, boy. We’re going to play and play and have the best time ever.” It was a promise.
