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Marek chuckled beside me. “So, still want the nuclear family?”

Two boys?

I could barely handle one.

My mind went back to watching the three boys earlier tonight. Being bratty and giggly and as cute as they were, there was just no way.

“Absolutely not,” I said. My gaze went to Kylan in the mirror. “There’s only one boy for me.”

“For us,” Marek corrected, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. “Only one boy forus.”

Kylan grinned in the backseat. “I already said I won’t share you. I need two daddies all to myself. I’m greedy and I’m not sorry.”

I pulled into our car spot, put the car into Park, and cut the engine. “Good. Because tonight you’re going to get us both.”

He licked the corner of his mouth and very deliberately slid his hand to his crotch. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Hm,” I hummed, wondering if Fitch was beginning to wear off on him and also wondering why I wasn’t mad about it. Kylan playing cute was hot. “Run along and get yourself ready. Wear whichever outfit you’re feeling tonight.”

Hewas out of the car in a flash and disappeared inside.

“Need a minute to calm down?” Marek asked me.

I laughed. “Or several. It’s going to be over very fast tonight.”

Marek laughed as we followed Kylan inside. Our home was so different to Dominic’s. More artsy, more eclectic.

More us.

And I realised then that I didn’t want to change a single thing. This was us, this was home.

I’d only had a sip of whisky before Kylan came down the stairs. He took careful, slow steps, barefoot but I could hear the buzz of a toy he clearly had embedded in his arse.

His outfit?

No pretty skirt, no pretty top.

Theonlything he wore was a beaded a necklace, a smack of lip gloss, and a dangerous smirk.

He walked up to me and handed me the remote control for his vibrator. I loved the way he did this—handing over his control to me—it was more than symbolic. It was significant and something I’d never take for granted.

Marek came up behind him, his hands on Kylan’s hips. “Look at this perfect baby doll, daddy,” Marek whispered. Kylan closed his eyes, his cock thickening. “I think he needs his daddies to put him to bed.”

I crushed my lips to Kylan’s, tasting his strawberry lipgloss, and when I pressed the higher setting on his remote control, he groaned into my mouth, his body trembling.

I broke the kiss, turned Kylan around, and with a handful of his hair, I tilted his head back. “Taste him, Marek. Taste his beautiful mouth.”

Marek kissed him, delving his tongue in deep.

God, I could watch them kiss forever.

My dick, however, had other ideas. “Let’s go tuck him in,” I said. “And rock him to sleep.”

“Oh,” Kylan said, surprised. “We didn’t watch my video yet.”

Marek licked his lips. “Save it for tomorrow. You’re tired.”

Kylan hummed, a dreamy look in his eyes. “Carry me, daddy.”

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