Page 40 of Jalen & Colby

“I think Daddy would also love a kiss from you, baby boy,” I purr, my heart racing. He turns his big, blue eyes on me, and I nod in encouragement. “If that’s what you want.” I could be wrong, so it’s important he has the opportunity to say no.

But he looks back at Andreas. They hold each other’s gaze for a second. Then Colby launches forward like a rocket, kissing the crap out of Andreas right in front of me.

It’s. So. HOT.

Before we lived together, I knew that Colby wasn’t an overtly sexual person. I even wondered if he was ace, which I would have been okay with. I love him no matter what. But seeing the ravenous way his tongue and lips mesh with Andreas’s is such a turn-on, girl, Ican’t even.My little cutie is asexybaby.

He suddenly pulls away from Andreas, and before I know it, he’s latched on to me again. This time he absolutely devours me, making me both moan and giggle into his mouth.

Then he pulls free once more, panting smoky breaths into the cold night air. The wind howls, and the waves crash. Mother Nature knows that this moment right here is dramatic as all hell.

“Is this real?” my boo asks so adorably.

I laugh and press our foreheads together. “If you mean that we all have mad crushes on one another and have finally stepped our pussies up to do something about it—then yes—yes, that’s real.” I hear Andreas laugh as he hugs us both tightly.

“My boys,” he murmurs.

Look, I know I’m one for theatrics, but your girl doesn’t usually lose her cool. Right there in that moment, though, I feel my eyes sting and a lump rise in my throat.

I turn my head so my and Colby’s temples are still resting against each other but we’re looking at Andreas. “Can we really be your boys, Daddy?”

It’s my turn for him to cup the side of my face, and I melt into his touch, his gloved hand warm against my skin. “You already are, little firecracker,” he says.

The new nickname makes me feel even more emotional. I sniff and try and cover it with a laugh.

“So you’re…Daddy?” Colby says uncertainly.

Andreas looks uncharacteristically nervous. “Um, yeah. But only if you feel comfortable with that.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, please, Daddy-O. You’ve been Daddying the crap out of us ever since you met us.”

He gives me a firm look, which—no, I won’t lie—goes straight to my balls in a really yummy way. “That’s up to Colby.”

“I’ve been telling him he needs a Daddy for years,” I say gleefully. “I always dreamed that if we gotreallylucky, we’d find Daddies who were best friends. Never in a million, billion years did I think we’d be able tosharea dream Daddy.”

Colby is shivering, and I don’t think it’s from the wind, because between our many layers and the Hug That’s Never Going To End, it’s pretty toasty in our little penguin huddle. But I can see he’s struggling to believe that he deserves to be loved by not just one but two men.

“It’s okay,” I whisper into his ear, feeling him tremble even harder. “It’s okay, I promise. You can have this. You can want this. We want you. Let us take care of you, baby boy.”

“Colby,” Andreas says in his delicious Daddy Dom voice, making him look up. “I treasure you. So much. I’ll do whatever you want me to. If this is too much, we can slow down. But Jalen is right. It’s okay for you to want this. You’re a very special boy who deserves to be loved unconditionally.”

That’s what pushes my boo over the edge. I watch his face crumple as a sob racks his chest. He howls as he throws himself against Andreas. I wrap my body around his. I would shield him from literal ARROWS if I had to. He’s my everything, and I never thought I’d get the opportunity to love him like this.

But thanks to Andreas, I might just get the chance now.

“Daddy?” he whimpers. I didn’t think my heart could take much more, but that one word threatens to shatter it for all the best reasons.

“I’m here, baby boy,” Andreas assures him. “Are you all right?”

He doesn’t answer for a while. But his sobs settle down. Then he wipes his face with his woolen glove and takes a deep breath. “I think I’m amazing,” he says with a nervous laugh.

I squeal and kiss his cheek, impossible happiness rippling through me. “Damn straight, you are.”

“So…we can call you Daddy?” he asks Andreas. “Is that okay? Jalen talked to me about the sugar Daddy stuff, and I get that. He said that looking after us and paying for things makes you feel really good.”

Andreas’s smile is full of such adoration as he brushes the backs of his fingers against Colby’s jaw. “I love it, sweetheart,” he says.

“Told you,” I say gently, nudging my shoulder against Colby’s. He gives me a bashful look, but I do understand that he wants to get confirmation from Andreas himself. I think he’s always going to need that kind of reassurance.

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