Clover licked his lips because they’d gone dry, but his skin was going colder by the second as if his thawed heart was freezing over fast. “Oh. Am I… interrupting?” He had to exercise all of his willpower to not demand an explanation. He couldn’t do anything that might be seen as undermining Tank’s authority. Not with Travis present.
He threw Travis a hateful glare. Hateful glare? Who was he kidding? He wanted to grab the fucker by the hair and slam his face against the bed frame until his nose wasn’t so cute anymore.
Tank called him over with a gesture, and Clover filled the vacant space under Daddy’s arm, breathing in his scent to search for any indication that Travis’s presence had lasted throughout the night.
Tank smelled like he always did in the morning, his usual cologne only a ghost at this point. He pulled Clover closer as he looked Travis’s way. “You were saying?”
Travis winked at Clover. “I was saying morning coffee tastes best with some man-milk.”
Don’t cause a scene. Don’t cause a scene. Don’t cause a scene.
Clover hugged Tank, wishing to cover him up from head to toe so that Travis couldn’t even fill his eyes with the view, but who was he to tell Tank what to do?
Tank played with the hair on Clover’s neck, his massive chest trembling when he laughed. “I’m not stopping you.”
Travis licked his lips, his gaze briefly darting south, to Tank’s package, which Clover itched to hide from prying eyes.
It was time to man up. Clover cleared his throat. “So… is this a thing? Should I go? Should I… er, stay?” His position with Tank, of which he’d been so sure of before, shook under his feet, and he didn’t know how long he had left until he fell into the hole created by this uncertainty.
Tank shook his head and gave Clover a soft kiss. “No, he only brought me breakfast. Where have you been all night, naughty boy?” he asked with a playful slap to Clover’s butt.
Travis’s face didn’t change much, but the twitch to his lips was like maple syrup on Clover’s pancakes. He didn’t hate the guy, but what the fuck was this man-stealing attempt?
Clover grinned and got to his toes to kiss Tank’s jaw. “I’ve been good boy with Boar and Pyro,” he said, rubbing his face into the warm skin of Tank’s throat, to cover himself with his Daddy’s scent.
Travis got up with a groan and threw his arms in the air. “Oh, my God! No need to hoard all the guys.”
Tank grinned and dragged Clover into his arms for a hard but fast kiss. The sense of weightlessness Clover felt for a split second had him clinging to his man and kissing him back more ferociously than usual. “Don’t be like that, Travis. You’ll be the only guy on the board soon. You can hoard all the gays and bisexuals in the settlement.”
Knowing that someone wanted what he had, made Clover reassess just how special it was. Different and unconventional, but what mattered was that it worked for them.
Travis shook his head. “Maybe I should dye my hair,” he said, and pinched Clover’s ass on the way out.
Tank still watched Clover when Travis left, taking his time before he put him back on the floor. “Am I imagining things or was that a low-key jealousy scene?”
Clover stalled as heat flushed his face, unsure if he should question Tank’s conduct. In the end though, he remembered how much Tank insisted on honesty and looked into his eyes. “Um… Did I have the right to it? I know I’m yours exclusively, but it didn’t occur to me you might want other guys…”
Tank stretched that amazing chest and pulled on Clover’s ear. “I can see your self-worth is growing.”
Clover bit his lip. “But you don’t do anyone else bare, right?” he asked, deflated despite his better judgment. The image of Tank with someone else, cuddling them, calling them his ‘boy’ or even disciplining them for that matter, wouldn’t leave Clover alone, and the taste in his mouth became bitter despite the aftertaste of toothpaste still present.
Tank took a deep breath and steadied Clover with both hands. “Do you think that between training and work I’d have time for doing anyone behind your back, bare or not?”
Clover had to stop himself from grinning too widely as relief flooded his body. He hugged Tank, all but bouncing in place. “No! No time at all, Daddy. Your hands are full with your boy.”
“Such a bad boy at that. Hogging Daddy all to yourself while other boys may only ogle Daddy’s dick when it goes into you,” Tank said, squeezing Clover’s ass none-too-gently.
Clover stood on his toes, pressing into Tank with a gasp. “I need the attention to be good, Daddy.” Was there time to show Tank just how worth his time he could make it?