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He adjusted his lips and swallowed everything. I collapsed onto the bed, sated, my heart pounding and my dick still twitching. Daddy pulled off slowly before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “There, now you should sleep.”

I hummed. I was going to hear from Harrison about how loud I’d been, but I couldn’t find the energy to care. I’d probably be singing a different tune the next morning while I listened to Harrison, though. Daddy stood up and grabbed a fresh diaper I hadn’t even noticed before. With expert level efficiency, he had me taped into a new one in just a few minutes and then we were snuggled into bed. He was already pulling me close before I remembered that he hadn’t cum yet.

“Daddy, you.” I shook my head, but sleep was already pulling me under. “You didn’t cum.”

He kissed my temple as he rocked his groin into my hip. He was soft, and it took too long for my brain to catch up. “Don’t worry about me, buddy. I came.”

“Oh.” A silicone nipple teased my mouth and I opened instinctively for my bottle.

“Baby, what happened to your lip?”

I chuckled, having totally forgotten about it. “I wasn’t going to cum early.” He growled, and my dick tried to twitch in my diaper. “Not fair.”

“You can’t hurt yourself in order not to cum. I should cage you for that.”

I shook my head. “No, that wasn’t part of the agreement. You just told me I couldn’t cum before ten twenty-eight. And it was an accident anyway.” I closed my lips around the nipple and hummed as the cold milk hit my mouth.

“Night, buddy.”

I smiled around the bottle and let my eyes drift shut.

Chapter 2

Colt

December 7th

I stared at my phone, certain I wasn’t processing the words on it correctly. How was it that all the Scott guys were going to be at our house, again, on Saturday? I loved my in-laws, they were amazing people, but we’d seen them on and off for nearly a month and Harrison had just headed back to Oklahoma. We were going to see them in ten days. Why did they need to come back?

Me: What do you mean your brothers are coming on Saturday?

Derek: They’re coming back so we can have a proper bachelor party here without the kids around. You know that if we went to Oklahoma, Mom would want all the kids to go with us. Besides, Dec’s old lieutenant volunteered to watch their kids for the weekend. It made the most sense to have everyone here.

Me: Buddy, our house isn’t that big.

Our house had plenty of space, but we’d learned that none of us could keep quiet during sex. Well, I didn’t know if that was necessarily true. We probably could but none of us wanted to. In the case of Ty and Derek, I was pretty sure there was an unspoken competition to see who could be louder. I laughed at myself as I thought about the last time everyone was at our house. I’d been glad the kids had spent the night at my parents’ house.

I’d learned years before that there was nothing the Scott family kept private. I’d walked in on a conversation between Ty and Derek a few years back where they were discussing the merits of rim jobs and their favorite positions. Kinks, vanilla sex, dirty talk—they discussed it all. Someone shy or easily embarrassed would not do well in this family.

I started to scroll through my contacts for the name of the guy who did work on our house when we needed remodels. Derek and I had talked numerous times about building a guest house, but we just hadn’t gotten around to it. Since our house very well could have been renamed Grand Central Station, it was time to give everyone a little more room and privacy.

Me: I’ll see if my mom or maybe one of my siblings can watch the kids.

Derek: Ellie already asked to watch them.

I looked at the calendar on my computer. I had five days before they arrived. How in the hell did Ty and Dec jump time zones like they did so easily? I was wiped out for at least twenty-four hours when we flew to California. Oh, to be young again. Five days wasn’t long enough to build a guest house—or soundproof the rest of our rooms—but at least we could get the ball rolling. The sooner I called, the sooner we’d all have some more privacy.

Me: Okay. Thanks for the heads up. I gotta get out of here, Zander just showed up.

Zander just laughed at me as he made himself comfortable in the chair across from me. He’d spent so much time in that seat over the years, I was pretty sure the seat cushion had molded to his butt. “Scotts descending on the house again?”

I sighed. “Yes. How did you know?”

He grinned at me. “You mutter a lot when you’re on the phone. At least you all enjoy sex with your men.”

I pulled my Stetson over my eyes. “Oh my god, seriously?” I really needed to remember to shut my door.

Zander cackled. “You know there is absolutely nothing you could say that would shock me, right? I’m one of nine, and my dad owns a BDSM club.”

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