Page 24 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

“Dammit,” Nate sighs, not sounding mad, just disappointed. He glances over at me with a defeated look on his face. “This is the second exhibitionist son I’ve raised. Where the heck am I going wrong, buddy?” My cock is throbbing. Jilting and jolting around like crazy beneath my pajamas. Nate doesn’t notice, though. I inch a little closer, and, as if we’re starring in some rom-com written by Satan himself, the button on my pajamas comes unfastened, and, of course, my cock flies free from its confines.

His eyes dart down, widening the longer he stares. It’s like he can’t look away. My penis is the elephant in the room, and it’s rendered him speechless. His heavy gaze makes me flinch,sending my cock dancing in the air. It dips and hops up and down like a seesaw, and his eyes track its every move.

“Bennet,” he whispers, but then he doesn’t say anything else.

“God, that was incredible,” Benji says, sounding exhausted. “Are you guys still there? You’re awfully quiet.”

Nate’s eyes bore into me, but he aims his words at Benji. “We’re still here, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

God. I’ve wanted to hear that all my life. It’s what all my friends’ parents would call their spouses. It’s warmth and sunshine incarnate, and I wanna hear someone say it to me too. Tatum always refused because he said it sounded like something old people say, but now his husband says it all the time. Nito damn sure didn’t say it. Austin tried once, but he said it sounded weird.

When I grab Nate’s thigh, I dig my nails in, no longer caring that my erection is fully visible. I’m giving him a pleading look, because I don’t want him to call Benji his sweetheart and not get to hear it for myself. I don’t want to end up as some third wheel in whatever this thing is between us. I just want him to love me. For Benji to love me too, the way I love him.

I suck in a sharp breath.

Jesus Christ. I’m in love with him. I’m in love with my best friend, and I had no fucking clue. How is that even possible? How can you spend nearly twenty years attached at the hip and still not know yourself enough to realize you’ve fallen in love?

“Oh, sweetheart,” Nate whispers, and it’s enough to ease some of my . . . jealousy? I don’t even think that’s what this is. Or what it was? Fuck, I don’t know. My head’s all over the place thanks to whatever the hell over-the-counter medication Nate gave me earlier. But he just said it. He called me his sweetheart, and it makes me feel all tingly inside. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Baby?” I ask, more to try it on for size than anything. Luckily, I like the way it fits. “Is that what I am to you?”

“Oh Bennet,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist. He pulls me forward until I’m flush against him. Since he’s seated and I’m still on my knees, it’s an action that wedges my cock between us, and I involuntarily roll my hips, seeking friction.

Nate pats my ass gently, and when the pat is done, he just leaves his hand there, holding me by the butt. “Naughty boy,” he teases. “Of course that’s what you are to me. My baby boy.” His hand grips my ass even tighter. “That’s what you’ll always be. You don’t ever have to worry about that. I promise, I’m not going anywhere, and you can be my baby as long as you need to.” He clears his throat, his face pained. “Until you boys find yourselves a Daddy, at least.”

He looks so taken aback by the realization, like it’s the logical next step in Benji and my lives. For a man who counsels wayward spouses for a living, he’s not all that good at reading a room.

I force a pout when all I really want to do is slam our lips together. “You said you’d keep us forever. Are you taking the offer back?”

“He said what?” Benji practically squeals. I shoot him a glare, because even though I love him, I need him to shut the fuck up while I’m working on this. I’m doing this for both of our sakes. For our hearts’ sakes. He just needs to trust me.

“Are you taking it back?” Since my cheek isn’t anywhere near him, Nate kisses my chest through the fabric of my shirt. “Please don’t take it back.” Another kiss, lighter this time, but he lets it linger. “Never take it back, okay?”

Nate swallows, slowly shaking his head. “I’m not. I just figured you boys would get tired of living with your old man eventually and want to find someone that will make you happy . . . sexually.”

God, the way he’s said the word makes it sound tawdry. I fucking love it. I want to blurt out that we don’t need a Daddy anymore, because he’s all the daddy we need. I don’t, because that’s a decision I’ll need to make with Benji first.

Nate stares down at my still-exposed cock, unable to look away. “Son, you either need to take care of that bad boy, or you need to put it away.”

“Why can’t I keep it out like this?” I say this mainly to buy time, because I know if I so much as touch my cock, it’ll blow, and Nate will be the newest recipient of my frothy cream. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? I didn’t mean to?—”

Nate shakes his head. “I’m not uncomfortable, it’s just, at some point you have to either spit or get off the pot, you know?”

“I don’t think that’s the saying,” I point out.

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t enjoy discussing bowel movements.” He pats my hip, eyeing my cock with an amused expression. “Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Doing what?”

“Making it bounce up and down,” Nate clarifies. “Are you trying to make it dance?”

“Bennet?” Benji asks, pulling my attention back to him. His voice is smaller than before. Smaller than I’ve ever heard it, really.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have an erection?”

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