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“Boys can tell each other things, make life easier and make them feel more at home in their new selves.” Jess smiled at them, nodded.
Bran nodded. They knew. They’d been in the Daddy game for most of their relationship with each other. Silas’s hand slid along his thigh, and he smiled at his lover. They had a good life, and they wanted Jamie to have it just as good. With them.
He understood, though. It was different training a boy who knew he was a boy to be with a Daddy. Jamie had come to thempure. Of course, that meant when he did call them both Daddy, it was going to be deep. It was going to be magnificent.
And it was going to be all theirs.
The thought brought goosebumps up all over his arms.
“Bran? Bran?” Jerusalem waved his hand in front of Bran’s face. “Where’d you go?”
“I’m with you,” he said.
“Uh-huh.” Jerusalem grinned. “You’ve got it bad, man.”
“Guilty as charged. That’s our boy.” And he wasn’t ashamed for a second.
“He is. He’s a sweet one, and thoughtful.”
“He’s amazing. Talented, eager, loving.” He could wax poetic for a very long time on their boy. From the physical to the emotional and mental.
“And spoiled and well-loved,” Jerusalem teased.
“Show me one boy here who doesn’t fit that category.” They all loved their boys with all their hearts. It went with the territory.
“That’s the fun part!” someone cried out, and they all cheered.
The boys as one all turned to look at them, all their Daddies, acting silly, having fun. Bran gave Jamie a wink, his boy at the order counter with Chrissy. They really did need to try to get to the group meetings more often. And eventually, Jamie would be ready to go to get-togethers at various couples’ houses.
Then they could start exploring their needs.
Jamie and Christian came back, laden with coffees for all the boys, along with several more treats that they shared out between them.
Telling himself that Jamie was just fine, Bran forced himself to pay attention to his fellow Daddies and their discussions.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Research was hell.
Research about the Daddy-and-boy dynamic instead of work?
Driving him crazy.
It was fascinating, though. He couldn’t deny that.
He wasn’t sure how much of it he believed, and he was less sure how much he understood, but he knew how much it turned him on.
He heard the front door open and close, a soft whistling wending its way down to his office.
He eased the door closed a little, trying to tuck his cock back in. He hadn’t been jacking off, just… playing.
“Jamie? That you?” Bran’s footsteps headed in his direction, coming closer.
“Uh. Uh-huh. Just working.” He slid behind the door, flicking his prick.
“What’s wrong, boy?” Bran pushed the door open, a slight frown on his face.
“Nothing. Nothing, I was just…” The man on the video playing on the laptop moaned, and he moved to close it. “Working.”
