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As he eased up, Bob’s hands traveled lower, fingers tracing the spot on the back of Cris’ left ass cheek where his kanji character tattoo was.
“I do want one,” Bob said. “I meant it when I told you guys that. I want to be marked like you.”
Cris stared down at him for a long moment before gently kissing him, a brush of lips, sweet and easy. “When we get to a year, you think you might want to marry me?”
Bob nodded.
“Because youwantto, not because you have to.”
“Iwantto marry you.”
“Fair warning, we do that, I’m gonna ask Lan and Til to let me have you to myself at least for the night.” Cris smiled down at him. “That’s only fair considering what happened on their wedding night.”
“Okay.”
“Why are you so okay with all of this?”
“Like I keep telling you, you had your issues, I had mine. When you met Landry and moved in with him, you felt like you were finally loved and wanted and understood and appreciated, right?”
“Yeah?”
“It just took me a lot longer to find you guys. Honestly? If I’d never met Tilly, and somehow I’d met you and Landry first, and you guys had started playing with me, I might still be in this exact same place right now.”
Cris settled next to him again with Bob draped over his chest. He twined a hand in Bob’s hair, lightly scratching, petting him.
“Let’s snuggle for a few minutes, boy, see if we can get it up again, and go for round two. Cage stays off for the rest of the day. I’ll take it inside and put it away.”
Bob’s lips pressed against his chest, a series of kisses. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“That’s my good boy.” Bob melted against him. “Such averygood boy.”
Chapter Six
Tilly stood in the kitchen with a smile on her face and watched Bob slip into the pool house. Cris had gone in first a few minutes earlier.
Good for them.
She returned to the living room, where KC was almost out and Landry was comfortable on the sofa. Tilly sat on the other end of the couch and propped her feet in Landry’s lap where he could reach them, wiggling her toes at him.
He smiled and started rubbing the right one for her. “Tired, love?”
“Hard day’s shopping, you know.”
And her plan was to keep him settled there and not moving around the house just to realize he couldn’t find either of his boys, which would send him looking for them.
She could play the sadist’s games against him, too.
And she knew Cris and Bob needed alone time.
Plus, Landry wasdamngood at giving foot rubs.
“Maybe Cris and I should fly out to LA with you next week.”
“Why? I didn’t think you needed to come out.”
He shrugged and glanced at the movie on the TV like he was paying attention to it. “We do have some matters needing my direct supervision.”
“Uh-huh. Last time I asked, you said that wasn’t until August. Try again.”
