Silas’s heart nearly exploded, and he could tell from Bran’s expression that his lover felt the same way.

  “You’re welcome, baby boy,” they said together.

  Jamie’s cheeks were bright red, but there was a quiet pride in their boy’s eyes, he thought.

  “So, I think that we should plan to spend a weekend in the playroom,” Bran said, wearing a wicked little smile. “Make sure to clear your schedules.”

  “Oh? an entire weekend?” Silas felt like jumping up and down a little bit, although that wasn’t the most daddylike reaction on earth, he supposed. “I think we should start at noon on Friday, just because.”

  Jamie watched them like he was watching a tennis match, and their boy’s expression was a mixture of nerves and excitement.

  “Jamie? Can you clear from noon on Friday through to Monday morning for playroom time?” They could find out what toys most excited their boy, what kinks made him shiver, and which ones made him hide. A full weekend of play would be such a wonderful indulgence and would deepen the connection between the three of them beautifully.

  “I could free any time. You all have made it to where I’m really free.” Jamie chuckled, waving his hands in front of his face as his cheeks heated. “Wow. I mean for real. For the first time, I’m really just free. You guys don’t want me to be anything but me.”

  “That’s right. We want just you. The authentic, real you. You don’t have to be anyone but yourself for us.” Silas kissed Jamie’s nose. “You. The real you.”

  “Well then, that’s all I need. Well, that and food. I’m starving. I had lots of orgasms today…” Jamie ducked his head and grinned.

  Silas’s fingers itched to pinch him, just a little bit.

  Bran snorted. “Be good, baby boy, or I will cage you when we’re not home.”

  Jamie’s eyes went wide, and his hand immediately went down to cup his cock. It seemed he’d discovered a lot researching.

  “Oh, I like that idea. Bran, you’re brilliant!” Silas grinned at Jamie. “We are going to have so much fun.” He grabbed up a fry and offered it to Jamie, his eyes twinkling.

  Jamie’s lips popped open, but Silas wasn’t sure he even tasted the french fry. In fact, he had no doubt that somewhere in Jamie’s head, he was reliving one of the things that he’d seen on his computer when he was watching porn, or possibly a fantasy that he’d had.

  Or maybe he was just imagining Bran locking his little cock away, keeping him in a position so that he had the best chance of being a good boy.

  “Tell us what you’re thinking,” he demanded. “Tell us what’s going on in your head.”

  Bran grabbed a fry of his own. “Mmmm. Yes, do that.”

  “What?”

  Oh, that was a temptation and a half, that little gasp, the way that Jamie licked his lips.

  In fact…

  Silas leaned forward to do the same, stealing the salt off of his boy’s mouth. “Yummy.”

  Jamie looked at him, blinked, eyes huge like saucers. “I shouldn’t… you got me all flustered.”

  “I just had my cock sunk all the way into your ass, and my balls were hitting yours. There shouldn’t be anything I could say that makes you flustered…” he teased.

  Jamie blinked rapidly, his breath coming faster.

  “Are you hard, boy? Is your cock pushing at your sweats? Do you need your Daddies?”

  “I bet he does, Silas. I imagine he needs us now more than he did when I first came home because then it was only words and images on the screen, in his imagination. Now it’s real. He’s in the room with his actual Daddies.”

  “He is, and he needs his supper. No touching, boy. That cock is ours.”

  “Ours to pet. Ours to make come. Ours to keep from coming. You’re going to love the cage.” Bran licked his lips, then took a breath and started cutting up the steak. “If you passed out from hunger, it would ruin all our fun.”

  Jamie’s cheeks were about to light on fire.

  Bran picked up a piece of steak between his fingers and pressed it to Jamie’s lips, holding their boy’s gaze as he did so.

  Jamie nipped it off Bran’s fingers, pushing a little bit.

  “No biting, baby boy,” Bran murmured, pushing his fingers into Jamie’s mouth, fucking it for a moment before letting them slide away again.

  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 was with them, 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.

  Huh. Interesting. Did that mean their boy was upset? Or were the characters fighting? Or were the words fighting him? He took a moment to decide if he should go and see, then decided he would. If Jamie didn’t want to be interrupted, he would say so, and Bran could bow out easily enough. If he did want or need to be interrupted, then it would be Daddy to the rescue.

  He called out before he got to Jamie’s study door. “I’m home!”

  “I’m in a bad mood, fair warning.”

  Okay, that was clear.

  His boy had not told him to go away, had not said he wanted to be alone, which invited him to ask, “Can I ask why?”

  “Someone flew a drone over to our windows. I flipped it off. It’s on Twitter now.” Jamie seemed more angry than scared. “A bunch of the guys called me to warn me and offer to stay with me until you got home, but I said no. It was sweet, though.”

  “Good for you for flipping it off! And give me the link, I’ll send it to the lawyer and have it added to the evidence for the restraining order. I’m glad your friends have your back, boy.” He went over to Jamie to give him a no doubt much-needed hug.

  Jamie pushed into his arms, and there was a hint of a shiver, a shake. “Assholes.”

  “Yeah. I’m sorry they haven’t backed off, but they’re about to, or wind up in jail. We’re getting a restraining order and as soon as we have it, we can call the cops whenever they show up and get them arrested.” Bran knew it was the same couple of photographers stalking his boy.

  “Good. I’m a private citizen, right? I’m not in the public eye.”

  “Even if you’re in the public eye, you’re entitled to privacy in your own home. But yes, you are a private citizen, you aren’t making movies anymore. While you are the most beautiful boy I know, there’s otherwise no reason to be hassling you.”

  “I agree. I don’t want to be bothered. I want to live my life in peace.”

  “So you should. It’s a good life, eh?” Bran tightened his hold on Jamie. “And we’ve got this. We are going to make it so much more trouble than a few photos of you are worth that they won’t ever bother you again.”

  “Good. Good. I love it here. I’ve been working hard. I’m happy. You two are happy. They need to FUCK OFF.”

  Ooh… swearing.

  “While I agree with the sentiment, that was a swear word, boy. And what have we said about swearing?” He couldn’t keep the smile from his voice. His hand loved Jamie’s ass. Very much.

  “It doesn’t count.”

  “It doesn’t?” He was looking forward to this.

  Jamie shook his head. “Nope. Those fuckers are assholes, and I fucking hate them.”

  “Again, I agree with the sentiment, Jamie, but this is the last time I will allow such language.” He wasn’t giving their boy carte blanche to swear under any circumstances.

  “That’s not fair!”

  “Fair has nothing to do with it. That’s the rule.”

  “What if I’m mad?”

  “If you want a spanking, then go for it, but if you don’t want to be punished, then you find another way to express it.” It was as simple as that, and he wasn’t backing down. He knew that having to be careful with his words could help Jamie calm down, or that if he was that upset, a spanking could be a great help.

  “But you won’t be mad either way?”

  “Not at you, no.” He would be mad at the paparazzi if they continued on with this harassment, but he knew Jamie meant specifically at him. “Also, I will never meet out a punishment in anger. If I’m angry and a punishment has been earned, I will wait until I’ve calmed down.”

  “Okay, but if I need a spanking. If I need this, I can cuss, and you’ll know?”

  “Yes. Now that I’ve been very clear about you not being allowed to cuss, even about the stalkers, I will know if you swear because you need us.”

  Jamie leaned in, whispering low. “I just needed to make sure I understood.”

  “Good deal. Did you want to tell me about how you feel about the paparazzi again, then?”

  “I. Fucking. Hate. Them.”

  It gave him a thrill along his spine that Jamie knew what he wanted and was willing to ask for it like this. “Well, I don’t like them either, but you’re not allowed to use that kind of language, so we’re going to go to the playroom and I’m going to give you your punishment.”

  “No…” Jamie nodded, though.

  “Absolutely yes.” He took Jamie’s hand and led him to the playroom. If Jamie needed to fight more about it, he would be happy to oblige. Or they could just do the spanking.

  “I hate this—I hate that they’re fucking bothering me.”

  “I know. I’m pretty sure ten swats will help you with that. Put your focus elsewhere.” They went into the playroom, and he turned on the lights.

  He loved this room. It was warm and cozy, the perfect place for a boy to let go and give in to his Daddies, and they’d had an exceptional weekend here, introducing Jamie to so much.

  He pondered whether to put Jamie over the bench or over his knee, and his knee won out. It was more personal. He sat in the big easy chair in the corner. “All right, boy, take off your jeans and underwear and assume the position.”

  “What would you do if I said no?” The question was offered without anger.

  “I’d remind you that refusing your punishment will earn you more punishment.” And if spanking wasn’t doing it for Jamie anymore, he could totally find other methods. He was pretty sure, though, that Jamie was simply curious.

  “Oh. That makes sense.” Jamie’s hands were shaking as he unfastened his fly.

  Bran reached out and put his hand on top of Jamie’s, gave them a little squeeze. “Let me do it, boy.”

  “Thank you,” Jamie whispered. “I’m a little overwhelmed, Daddy.”

  “Yes, I can see that.” He brought Jamie’s hands to his lips and kissed them softly. “I’m here to help you.” He took over the job of undoing Jamie’s jeans, then tugged them down off his hips. “Step up, baby boy. Daddy will help. You’ll have your spanking and let go.”

  Jamie hesitated, so he reached for his boy’s hand again and tugged him closer. Then patted his legs. Jamie could do this. Jamie wanted to do this.

  Jamie nodded, eyes filling with tears. “I love you.”

  Then Jamie draped himself over Bran’s lap.

  “I love you, baby boy. So very much.” He rubbed Jamie’s ass, the bubble butt perfect and warm beneath his palm. “I’m going to spank you now. Ten swats. You should count them.”

  “Ten. I understand.” Jamie grabbed his calf and squeezed.

  “Good boy.” He gave Jamie a good, solid swat. He needed his boy to focus on his ass instead of the paparazzi.

  “One. I’m still mad.”

  “I know.” He swatted again, the other cheek this time. “Tell me about it.”

  “Two. I walked away. I’ve earned my peace. I’ve done everything right.”

  “You have. Can you do anything to make them stop?” He landed this swat in the middle of Jamie’s ass.

  “No! Stings!” Jamie jerked, almost humping his leg.

  “It’s supposed to sting, and if you don’t count, the ones you miss get added at the end.” He gave that warning and waited to give Jamie a chance to say three before he swatted again.

  “Two. You’re no fair!” Jamie squeezed his leg, holding on tight.

  If Jamie thought they were at two, then they would be at two, so he didn’t correct his boy. “No, I’m your Daddy.” Then he swatted again, a little harder this time, giving Jamie a chance to scream and shout and let all his anger out.

  “Mean!” Jamie was beginning to relax, though. It didn’t take much.

  “What swat was that?” he demanded.

  “Three! It was three. So mean to me.”

  “That’s right. And it’s the last time I’m reminding you to count your swats.” He gave that lovely ass another swat. admiring the way it was starting to blush a lovely pink.

  “Four. Stop it.” Jamie wiggled, though, tension easing.

  “You know when I’ll stop.” He swatted again, letting his hand fly. It was starting to get as warm as Jamie’s ass was looking.

  “Five. No. No more. Daddy…” Sweet, needy boy.

  “I’ve got you, baby boy. I’ve got you.” He put his free hand on Jamie’s back between his shoulders, then gave Jamie another spank.

  “Love you, Daddy. Six.”

  “Mmmm, and I love you, baby boy. So very much.” And he bounced his hand off Jamie’s reddening ass again.

  “Very much. Please. Seven.”

  “Please what?” He wanted to let Jamie get it all out. He swatted again.

  “Please, don’t stop…”

  “I won’t stop. And you skipped eight so there will be one more after the tenth.” He rubbed Jamie’s shoulders and hit Jamie’s ass another time.

  Jamie counted for the last few, but then Bran kept on, tapping gently, alternating it with rubbing Jamie’s ass to make it burn. He needed Jamie to know that he was right here, that he saw Jamie and always would.

  Jamie hummed softly, melting over his legs with a sigh.

  Smiling, he bent as much as he could to drop a brief kiss on his boy’s ass. “I love you, boy.”

  “I love you. Are you going to fix it? I want our lives to be ours.”

  “I’m fixing it. I promise. It won’t be overnight. Those assholes will have to find out the hard way that we’re actually serious about them leaving us alone, but they will.”

  “Hey.” Silas came into the room and headed right for them. “Look at the two of you.”

  He smiled warmly at Silas, his hands continuing to move on Jamie’s skin. “Hey, lover. You have perfect timing. We’re at the loving part of a punishment.”

  “Punishment?” Silas came right over to crouch by them, adding his touch to Jamie’s body.

  “Boy? You want to tell him?”

  “I was mad about the photographers. I cussed.” That was the short answer, of course…

  “Repeatedly,” he told Silas, giving his lover a wink. Silas would know as well as he did that the repetition was important in this case.