Page 41 of Their Perfect Daddy

Tonight isn’t about our carnal desires. It’s about the communication part of this relationship. Our texts have been very surface level. I know their favorites and what they do each day. I have their schedules memorized at this point.

What I don’t know are their limits. I don’t know what they see for us in the future. Those are just as important with a relationship like ours.

Kink is so much more than what happens in a bedroom. I’ve known people whose hard limits were certain words or smells. It triggered them in harmful ways, therefore, it needed to be discussed and outlined in the relationship.

That’s my hope for tonight—to figure out what I need to avoid.

Because I want everything with these two. It’s far too soon to feel that way, yet I do.

“Have fun,” Venus calls out to me when I pass her in the hall.

“We will.” I smirk to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Her laughter rings around me as I jog the rest of the way down the hall to the stairwell. I have too much energy to wait for the elevator. My bag bounces against my leg with each step down. It’s a feeling that soothes my overeager soul.

Traffic is clear enough I arrive right on time. I don’t even get to knock on the door before it opens and two forms rush at me. I brace my back against the side of my car to accept the blow.

Four arms surround me in a tight hug as one face buries in my chest and the other lands on my shoulder. I look down at their bodies and grin.

This is my kind of welcome home.

Except, that’s not what this is.Not yet.

This is Monty’s house, not ours. And I’m not staying for the entire night, although it could turn that way. I won’t assume.

“It’s good to see you both too,” I tell them as I stroke my hands down their backs.

They share some kind of look before tilting their heads up. I’m left breathless for a long moment as I take in how perfect they are. It’s so much more than their features too.

It’s the way they look at me with trust and need. How they’re happy to see me without any additional requests other than my time.

“We’re happy you’re here, Skye,” Danny tells me.

I frown at the name. “What happened to Daddy?”

“Is it a title you want to use all the time?” He bites his lip. “We were doing research, and it said it wasn’t always a full-time thing. We didn’t want to do it wrong.”

Rather than answer him, I give Monty a raised brow. “You were researching?”

“Yeah, we were. I know some stuff because of… well, because of other people. But I’ve never been in a kinky relationship. I had questions. Have questions.”

“And I’ll answer all of them I can. If I don’t have an answer, I know how to find the answer. It’s probably best you reach out to me instead of random sites online for now. There’s a lot of misinformation out there. I don’t want either of you worried or intimidated by those posts.”

Danny nods quickly. “Some of it was a little scary.”

“It was, but we agreed to talk it out.” Monty’s voice is gentle, as if to encourage the other boy in my arms.

I smile at the way they’ve already worked together to figure out what they need. It’s additional proof of how well we work together.

“Let’s get inside before someone pops up to take a photo of us,” I suggest. It’s a strong enough idea to get them both scurrying back to the door.

Following them, I make a mental list of everything I need to discuss. First we need to decide on dinner, which I’ll likely order in. There’s too much we need to go over for me to attempt to focus on cooking.

Second on my list is an explanation of the Daddy/boy dynamic. I’m frustrated with myself for not thinking to do it sooner. It was irresponsible of me to assume they understood.

Monty locks the door behind us, then grabs my hand to lead me into the living room. Danny skips beside us, his arms swinging, thereby making it impossible to include him in the hand holding.

Our princess has lots of energy tonight. I wonder if it’s excitement or sugar induced. Could be both, honestly.

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