“Uh-huh.” Silas was right. He needed. Bad.

  “If we were really evil, we’d make you go upstairs and get the cock ring yourself.” Bran chuckled and licked his earlobe. “But I’m in a generous mood, and I’ll go grab one from my office while you guys get the delicious-smelling food onto the table.”

  “Enchiladas and guacamole…” he moaned.

  “Yum! I’ll be right back.”

  Bran disappeared, and Silas helped him move the food from the oven and fridge onto the table. Somehow Silas managed to touch or brush against him every time they passed each other.

  He was rock hard and finally he just pushed in, demanding a kiss. Silas gave it to him, tongue-fucking his lips, hand sliding to his ass to pull him in close.

  “Hey, hey now. We’re going to eat, remember?” Bran tugged them apart and showed him the cock ring. “I’m even going to help keep you from coming.”

  He whimpered, his prick throbbing, balls tightening up.

  Silas stepped up behind him, supporting him as Bran slowly dragged the zipper of his jeans down, moving carefully.

  “Don’t come, boy, or we’ll have to spank you hard.” Bran’s words made him jerk and shudder.

  Those blue eyes were intense as they stared into him.

  Then came the touch to his cock, Bran tugging him out, baring him.

  “Please…” He was going to die.

  “Imagine how wonderful it will be when we finally let you come.” Bran gave him a single stroke, then wrapped the cock ring around the base of his prick, making sure it was good and tight. “Such a pretty sight.”

  “It is.” Silas patted him, pulled his briefs up. “You can just leave your jeans off.”

  “Yeah, that would probably be more comfortable,” Bran agreed. “Okay, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” Bran held a chair out for him.

  He blinked at Bran, then sat, feeling so weird.

  Bran grabbed a chip and dunked it into the guacamole before offering it over to him, holding it up to his lips. “I know guac is your favorite.”

  “Uh… uh-huh…” He blinked over and opened up.

  The chip pushed between his lips, the bright flavor of the guacamole waking his tastebuds up, and he closed his mouth over it automatically.

  “Good boy,” Bran murmured as Silas slid a hand along his spine in a gentle motion.

  He was dying. He didn’t know how to process all of this. He just didn’t.

  “You’re doing great,” Silas told him. “We’ll just have a meal together and let the anticipation color everything.”

  Bran nodded. “Feel free to tell us how you’re feeling, what you need. We want to share everything with you.”

  “I—” He didn’t have a script for this, so he didn’t know what to say.

  “He’s tongue-tied,” Silas noted.

  “That’s allowed, too. You don’t have to say anything.” Bran grabbed a second bite of enchiladas, but offered this one to him, fork brought up to his lips.

  “This is all very different and odd,” he admitted and then took the bite.

  “Yeah?” Bran grabbed another forkful and offered this one to Silas, who took the bite between his lips and gradually pulled it off the fork, holding eye contact with Bran the entire time.

  “Yes. I never thought I was… sexy.” Or sensual. Or anything.

  Bran’s eyes crinkled, his smile soft, kind. “Oh, baby boy, you are definitely sexy.”

  “Uh-huh.” Silas breathed the word into his ear, making him shiver.

  He moaned, deep in his chest, his teeth sinking in his bottom lip.

  “Mmm.” Bran leaned in and licked his lower lip before dipping another chip and offering it over to him.

  “I want you both…” he whimpered.

  “And we want you.”

  “We so do.” Silas licked his earlobe. “You gotta eat, though. We all do. Anticipating is amazing.”

  “And good boys get rewards. Trust me. They get what they deserve.” Bran’s voice echoed inside him.

  The two them continued to feed him, to tease him, to drive him absolutely crazy. Each mouthful came with a touch, a word, a tease.

  By the time they were finished, he was undone, aching and leaking, breathing hard.

  “We’re so proud of you,” Bran told him, hand sliding along his cheek. “It’s time to go upstairs and give you your reward.”

  “Yeah?” He was almost in tears, his world overwhelmed.

  “Yeah.” Bran tugged him close, kissing him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth.

  He began to rub, breathing hard, aching for his lovers.

  “Upstairs,” Bran whispered.

  “Yep.” Silas turned him and picked him up, heading toward the stairs with him in the strong arms.

  He held on. “Don’t hurt yourself, now.”

  “You’re not a feather, but you’re not really heavy either,” Silas assured him.

  Bran followed them, gaze on the two of them as they climbed the stairs.

  James hid his face in Silas’s throat, inhaling his lover’s scent.

  It seemed to take forever, but at the same time, it was no time at all before they got to the bedroom and Silas set him down on the bed. Silas and Bran stood there for a moment, staring down at him.

  “You are so sexy, Jamie.”

  He blushed from his head to his toes, and he ducked his head. “Thank you.”

  “He’d look sexier naked,” Silas noted.

  “He would.” Bran gave him a wink and started tugging his underwear off, freeing his aching prick and sliding the material down along his legs.

  “Oh god.” He was so hard, aching for his lovers. His cock was leaking.

  Bran turned to Silas and tugged his shirt up over his head. Then Silas returned the favor, leaving them both naked from the waist up. Fuck, they were stunning.

  He wasn’t sure how these two had become his. He wasn’t sure he should look at it too closely in case it disappeared.

  Bran pulled Silas’s belt off, the sound slithering and somehow sexy. Then he pushed Silas’s slacks right off.

  James reached out, fingers stroking down along Silas’s belly toward the hard cock.

  “You want a taste of that, boy?” Bran asked, and Silas moaned.

  “God, yes.” He loved the feel of a cock in his mouth.

  “Please.” Silas got up on the bed on his knees, cock hard, tip leaking, and right there.

  James leaned forward at the waist, his lips open. He needed to taste, and Silas was waiting for him. Wanting him.

  Silas’s fingers slid through his hair, the man groaning as he touched the tip of Silas’s prick with his tongue.

  “Oh, this is going to be a common treat for me, I’m sure.” Bran’s fingers joined Silas’s. “The two of you are stunning together.”

  James’s cheeks burned, but he was honored, pleased down to the bone.

  “More,” Silas demanded, then added, “Please.”

  He wouldn’t say no, not at all. He leaned farther, taking Silas in and in. Silas’s hands opened and closed around his head, soft sounds coming from him. They found a rhythm, steady and strong, absolutely sure.

  Silas’s hips moved with him, pushing the delicious cock deeper into his mouth, sliding it along his tongue, then drawing back again.

  “Such a good boy. Keep it up. Make him feel good.” Bran’s voice drove him mad.

  Silas wasn’t talking at all, he was moaning and whimpering, fingers sliding though his hair and gripping at his scalp.

  It made him feel incredibly empowered. He had never—not even with thousands of fans—felt so good.

  “You’ve got him, Jamie. Going to make him come.” Bran kept talking, encouraging him, telling him how good he was doing.

  He wouldn’t have stopped for anything. He needed to make Silas shoot.

  Head dropping back, Silas moaned loudly, his cock getting even harder in James’s mouth.

  “Soon,” Bran murmured, hand sliding along James’s back.

  He moaned and took Silas in to the root, swallowing convulsively.

  “Jamie!” Silas shouted out his name, and spunk shot down his throat, bitter and salty and all Silas.

  He swallowed hard, taking Silas in with a low cry.

  Silas’s hands carded roughly through his hair, the man moaning softly again before whispering, “Good boy. So good.”

  Theirs. Somehow, he was theirs. It was wild, but true.

  Silas pulled out of his mouth and bent, kissing him hard, tongue sweeping through his mouth.

  He surged up, rubbing his bound cock frenetically against that hot skin.

  Bran climbed onto the bed behind him and tugged his hips back so his ass was up against Bran’s crotch. “You’re still not allowed to come until we say.”

  “No fair…” He needed to touch.

  “Totally fair.” Bran kissed his neck, tongue sliding along his skin. Then let go of his hips. “You can rub and touch and kiss, but you can’t come until Silas or I say you can.”

  He whimpered, offering Silas his best sad look.

  Silas chuckled and nuzzled their cheeks together. “It’s going to feel so good when we finally let you come, I swear.”

  “And you will feel the satisfaction of obeying your daddies,” Bran whispered, rubbing, hard and hot against his ass, leaving wet kisses behind on his skin.

  Silas cupped his cheeks, looked into his eyes. “You want to taste Bran, too? I’m guessing it won’t take long. And then we’ll let you come.”

  “Mmhmm… Promise?”

  “We promise,” they answered together.

  Then the heat behind him disappeared as Bran lay back on the bed, cock standing at attention.

  His jaw was going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure, but he bent down to suck Bran’s fat cock in. Bran’s hips jerked, going deep for a second, but Bran pulled away, settling back on the mattress again.

  “Amazing mouth, boy.” The words were strained, and Bran grabbed at his shoulders, hands opening and closing.

  He hoped so. It would be awful if he sucked at… sucking.

  Bran started moving his hips again, gentler movements this time, pushing into his mouth and along his tongue over and over.

  He closed his eyes and sank into it, humming in the back of his throat.

  “Jamie!” Bran cried out and slammed into the back of his mouth, come pouring down his throat.

  That surprised him, and his eyes flew open in shock as he swallowed.

  Bran’s fingers slid through his hair, rubbing his scalp.

  “Such a good boy. Making us both feel so good.”

  The praise felt so good. The hand on his cock felt even better.

  He wasn’t going to cry, but he wanted to.

  Bran’s hand joined Silas’s, the two of them touching and stroking, rolling his balls in their sac. His hips humped blindly, his legs moving restlessly.

  Bran popped the snap on the leather around the base of his cock, the sudden rush of blood undeniable. “You can came now, boy.”

  “Please!” He began to panic, his heart fluttering.

  Bran wrapped his hand around James’s cock and tugged hard and fast, squeezing him.

  “Help me…” His balls drew up and he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  Silas’s voice sounded at his ear, low and sexy. “Come for us now, boy. Right now.”

  On the word now, Bran pushed a finger into his ass.

  He shot so hard, his eyes rolled back in his head.

  Bran kept tugging on his cock, pulling out aftershocks that made him shake and shiver, and both Bran and Silas kissed his cheeks, his shoulders, his chin.

  Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he slumped onto the sheets, just melting. Bran and Silas sandwiched him, bodies warm and just right around him.

  “You see, boy?” Bran said. “Mind-blowing.”

  “Waiting is always worth it,” Silas added.

  He just curled into himself, utterly overwhelmed.

  “Shh. You’re okay.” Silas stroked him gently.

  “You’re safe—your daddies have you.”

  “I—I feel so…” Overwhelmed.

  “You don’t need to feel any particular way. Just lie there and enjoy our togetherness. You don’t need to worry about anything else.” Bran patted his belly.

  He wished that was true, but it wasn’t. He worried. But at least the guys liked him.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Silas put on a nice shirt and a nice pair of khakis, then headed for the living room to find Bran and Jamie.

  “Hey, guys. Who wants to go to the steakhouse for supper?” He had a yen for delicious, decadent food. And for feeding it to his two favorite men.

  Jamie tilted his head, expression a little ashamed. “Um… I’m okay.”

  Frowning, Silas went and sat next to him. “What’s up, boy?”

  “I haven’t been putting in many hours at the coffee shop… you know?”

  “It’s my treat, of course. So if that’s your only worry…”

  “Are you sure? I want to… I don’t want you to think I’m awful.”

  “Nobody thinks you’re sponging off us, boy.” Bran came and sat on the other side of Jamie, put an arm around him. “We want to do things with you and to you.”

  “I want you to be happy, you know? I want this so bad…”

  “It’s yours. And we’re very happy.” Silas kissed his nose.

  “You definitely make us happy.”

  “Well, that’s good, right?” Jamie grinned at him.

  “It’s awesome! Now come on, let’s go to dinner and feed each other decadent food. It’s going to be wonderful.”

  “He’s right.” Bran kissed his neck. “Feeding each other is hot as hell.”

  “Let me find a good shirt, I guess.”

  “If you don’t have one that’s clean, you can wear one of mine,” Silas offered.

  “I did laundry today, and I picked up the dry cleaning, like you asked.”

  “You’re so good to your daddies, boy.” Bran gave him a soft kiss.

  “I know you both are so busy…”

  “Never too busy for our boy.” It was Bran who said the words, but Silas nodded his agreement vigorously.

  “I know, but I don’t mind helping.” Jamie winked and headed upstairs, whistling. Someone was happier these days.

  “He’s flourishing, isn’t he?” Silas asked, wanting his own observations confirmed.

  Bran chuckled. “You know he is. You don’t need me to tell you.”

  “I just want to be sure it isn’t just wishful thinking on my part.”

  “No, your instincts are good, love. He needed us and the more he lets us in, the more into his own he becomes.”

  “He’s still resisting the thought that he’s our boy, though…”

  “He didn’t come to us with the knowledge that he was a boy. Give him time to get used to the idea. To realize that it doesn’t make him less of a man. You and I understand that we need each other and a boy of our own to be whole, that it doesn’t make us less our own person because of it.”

  “You’re so smart.” Silas kissed Bran softly. “Now go put on something respectable so I can take the two of you out on the town.”

  “Are we going to enjoy hunks of meat?”

  Silas cackled. “Yes, we are indeed. Although we don’t necessarily have to go out to do that.” He waggled his eyebrows at his lover.

  Bran snorted and gave him a quick kiss before heading upstairs.

  He glanced outside, seeing a photographer taking a picture of their home. Weird.

  Did someone want to buy the place? It wasn’t for sale. He and Bran had found their dream home, and it was perfect for three people.

  He kept half an eye on the guy to make sure he moved on.

  It took awhile, but the dude did leave about the time that his men headed down. He decided not to mention it—they were headed out to enjoy the evening together, and it was probably just some real estate agent scoping the place out.

  He whistled. “Look at the two of you. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

  Jamie laughed and Bran bowed. They were both in slacks and button-down shirts, looking amazing.

  “Seriously, you guys look good enough to eat. If I hadn’t made reservations, I’d totally be jumping all your bones.”

  “If we weren’t going out, I could probably find a bone for you,” Bran noted.

  “Goodness, you’re punny tonight.”

  “Ha ha ha.” Bran winked over. “Are we walking? Driving?”

  “Let’s walk. I was thinking it might be nice to have cocktails with dinner, and if we’re walking, we don’t need to worry about who’s drinking what.” He led his men out the front and locked up behind them. Then he held both arms out to them. The sidewalk was mostly wide enough for them to walk three across, if they didn’t mind being close. Which they didn’t.

  As they headed down the street, that photographer popped out. “James Barnes! Jimmy, is that you!”

  Jamie turned away from the photographer. “No. Go away.”

  Suddenly the photographer outside the house made sense.

  Silas moved his arm around Jamie’s shoulders, pulling him close while Bran put himself between Jamie and the photographer. They didn’t say anything, just protected their boy from the unwanted attention.

  “I don’t want photos,” Jamie whispered.

  “We figured,” murmured Bran.

  They moved quicker, looking to put the man well behind them.

  “I—I think that I need to go back to the apartment soon.”

  Bran shook his head. “We can’t protect you there.”

  “Bran’s right. And now that they’ve found you, they’ll follow you there. I think you’re safer staying with us.”

  “But you’re not safer with me there.”

  “We’re not going to throw you to the wolves, boy.” Bran’s words expressed his own feelings on the matter, so Silas just nodded his agreement.

  They arrived at the restaurant, and Bran held the door open for him and Jamie and they slipped in.

  They were not just letting Jamie go. He needed his daddies to care for him. Especially if the paparazzi were onto him now.

  The hostess greeted them, and Silas gave her his best smile. “We have reservations for three, and I was hoping we could have a seat in the back.”