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Jamie nodded, but there was a little pout there.
Laughing softly, Bran rubbed it with his fingers, then leaned in and sucked it in. Silas groaned, entranced by the sight.
Their boy was so sweet, so hungry. So owned.
When Bran pulled away, he pounced, taking his own kiss. Then he fed their boy another piece of meat and Bran followed that up with a little carrot.
Piece by piece, kiss after kiss, they fed Jamie and each other.
Soon Jamie was feeding them as well, moving between them, curling in their laps, moaning softly.
Silas was in heaven. They had their boy, and he waswiththem, really with them. Eager and wanton and theirs. He groaned, sucking on Jamie’s fingers along with the food.
By the time they were done, everyone was hard and leaking and wanting.
It was delicious.
“Shower?” Bran suggested. “We can clean up and have some fun at the same time.”
“Ooh… bubbles!” Silas grinned as Jamie stood and gathered trash. Such a good boy.
“Oh, a bubble bath instead of a shower. I like the way you think, lover.” Bran watched Jamie clear up their meal, loving the way their boy moved. Silas watched too. It was sexy, hot.
“We can do that? I love bubble baths.”
Silas suddenly had the image of their lithe boy in the water, body playing peek-a-boo beneath the bubbles as he soaked. “We can do anything we want, baby boy.”
“Well, let’s soak!” Look at that smile.
Bran chuckled and headed up the stairs ahead of them, and Silas knew he was going to start the tub for them.
Jamie took his hand and twined their fingers together.
“Let’s go, Daddy.”
He couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do, or anyone he’d rather do it with.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bran rolled his eyes as he turned the corner onto the cul de sac the house sat on. The same two idiot photographers who’d already been chased away and warned more times than he could remember were trying to see through the windows. And now they had private property signs up on their and the neighbors’s lawns. He made sure the dash cam was recording their presence, then he honked as they came running and blocked the driveway to the garage, trying to get pictures of the inside of his car.
He pressed the button to close the garage door behind him once he was in and turned off the engine. Then he hit dial to call his lawyer. He’d get this dealt with here in the garage before going in. If it was just him and Silas, he wouldn’t even bother. He figured the photogs would eventually get bored and go. But it upset their boy, and he wasn’t having that.
They’d consulted with Dominick about security, and he’d suggested they might want to get a lawyer involved if they were really serious about getting the paparazzi out of their hair for good. “Dom It’s Bran, thanks for taking my call.”
“Always. Is this regarding the problem we spoke about the other day?”
“Yep. We put up the no-trespassing signs a few days ago. All the neighbors were happy to have one on theirs as well as we paid for them. We took video the last few times we ran them off, and I have the dash cam video from today—it includes the no-trespassing signs in the background. I think it’s time for the next step.”
“Yes. Restraining orders. I’ll take care of it and let you know once the two who have been showing up have been served. Then, if you see them on your block, you call the cops.”
“Thanks, Dom. I appreciate it.”
“And I appreciate your business.” He could hear the wink in Dom’s voice.
Chuckling, he cut the call, pocketed his phone, and headed in to see if Silas or Jamie were home yet.
He could hear typing, and it sounded angry, like Jamie was having a fight.
