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Kylan opened his arm for Marek to join us. “Mylatest video,” Kylan answered. “Daddy said we can watch it later. If we watch it now, he said we won’t make it to dinner.”

Marek hummed. It had been three days since we’d had sex, and my balls were reminding me that we needed to remedy that.

I had to readjust my dick, and I bit back a groan. “We need to not even talk about watching that video and what we’ll be doing after. Christ.”

Kylan giggled and snuggled up to Marek. “Daddy’s gonna give it to me so good when we get home.”

“Okay, that’s enough or we won’t be going anywhere,” I said, trying to be stern but also needing to readjust myself again. At this rate I’d be going to this dinner party with a raging hard-on.

Or we wouldn’t be going anywhere but to the bedroom.

“Don’t forget the wine, darling,” Marek said. He and Kylan were heading toward the hall with an arm around each other.

I grabbed the wine bottle off the kitchen counter and smiled as I followed them to the car.

The ride over was peaceful, pleasant even. I drove with Marek in the passenger seat, as per usual. Kylan sat in the back, as he usually did when we picked him up or dropped him home, but this time felt different.

I kept one eye on the road, the other on my rear-vision mirror, on him. He was smiling as he texted, took a selfie, and grinned at the replies. I guessed it was Fitch and/or Benji, and it made me smile.

Marek slid his hand onto my thigh, smiling at me.

We were so freaking happy. I couldn’t have ever imagined I’d love Marek more, but I did. I loved Kylan the same, and it surprised me still that I could love so much.

We’d never been to Dominic’s house before. In the fading evening daylight, with the warm glow of lights inside and picture-perfect street appeal, it gave me a warm family vibe that I wanted for us too.

“Everything okay?” Marek asked as he joined me on the footpath outside.

“Yes, never better,” I replied. “Just questioning the sudden desire to do the nuclear-family thing, picket-fence, yard-with-a-dog thing.”

Marek stared at me, stunned, then let out an odd laugh. “Oh dear.”

Kylan appeared in front of us and he levelled a glare at me. “Nuclear family implies two children and there’s only enough room for one. I am an only child here, and I will not share my daddies.”

The seriousness, the outburst from our quiet little submissive boy was quite the shock.

Marek laughed, as stunned as me. “Right, then.” Then he turned to me. “He has spoken.”

Then Kylan sniffed. “The dog, on the other hand, I’m not opposed to.”

I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger, smiling. “Only child, huh?”

Just then, Dominic’s front door opened and Fitch appeared. “Kysie, you get that perfect arse of yours in thishouse right now,” he said, coming down the path to grab Kylan’s hand. He paused long enough to meet our gazes before he dragged Kylan into the house.

Then Dominic was there, holding the door for us. Apparently, Fitch dragging someone into his house wasn’t surprising to him. “Please, come in.”

“Thank you,” I said, walking inside.

Marek handed him the bottle of wine and we walked in together. His house was lovely, very homely, warm tones, subdued and sensible furnishings.

Nolan was in the kitchen fixing a bowl of something, and three boys stood by the sofa. They stood close together, touching, leaning into each other, all eyes on us.

As our first social outing together, I reminded myself, it was an announcement of sorts, an introduction as Kylan’s daddies. After months of secrecy, of course they would be curious.

Fitch was the shortest and smallest. He wore obscenely short shorts, a crop top, and a huge shit-eating grin. The other boy, who had to be Benji, was smiling at us. He had dark curly hair, dark haunted eyes.

Oh yes, definitely a Barbieri.

And Kylan stood in the middle of them, smiling shyly at us, his cheeks pink. “This is Benji, and you’ve met Fitch already.”

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