Their Boy (The Game 2)

“Get in the middle,” Colt murmured to Lucas. “When the little one falls asleep, I want your ass.”

I yawned and snuggled up against Lucas, who held me to him. “I’m not tired…”

“Just take me, baby,” Lucas whispered. “I need it.”

“Daddy needs it, Daddy,” I giggled, not even fighting the cobwebs of sleep. I welcomed them and stretched and yawned and felt amazing. As I pressed my body against Lucas’s fully, wanting to fall asleep to the movements of them fucking, I heard the familiar sound of a bottle opening.

“Sweet dreams, my precious boy.” Lucas threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of my head and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead.

I let out a soft breath. “Night, Daddy. Night, Daddy…”

A moment later, Lucas’s body rocked against mine as Colt pushed inside. Lucas held me tighter. His cock grew thick and hard along my thigh, and Colt fucked him. And they came with me into my dreams.* * *“Don’t look that way, Kit.”

I made a face and left the edge of our little porch, and I sat down next to Lucas on the wicker couch. He was enjoying a cup of coffee in the shade, and I was worrying my butt off because Abel was currently being punished at the dog course.

“I feel bad for him,” I admitted.

“I know, sweetheart.” He patted my leg and grabbed the paper from the table. “Hopefully, he’ll learn his lesson.”

“Brats don’t generally do that,” I mumbled, squinting at him.

His mouth twitched. “You don’t say.”

Hardy-har-har. I got it, I got it. I was a brat too. Whatever.

Restless, jittery, and impatient, I stood up again and paced the deck. People had started arriving already. It wasn’t even noon, and there were at least six men and women from our community in the pool. Two had come over to say hi to Lucas, and they’d been surprised to learn I was with him and Colt.

I couldn’t help but glance down the hill again. Poor Abel. Madigan was making him jump through hoops—literally. I couldn’t imagine the humiliation.

“What if Abel’s too distraught to partake of the game tonight?” I asked.

“They’re not joining,” Daddy murmured distractedly. I heard him flip a page in the newspaper. “Madigan was already on the fence, and he told us this morning they won’t sign up. Abel’s anxiety has been tested quite a bit recently.”

Oh. Oh, okay. Then I was glad they wouldn’t participate.

I rubbed my elbow absently, running my fingers over the soft skin. My morning routine had certainly changed with my Daddies in charge, and I didn’t itch as much anymore. That was nice. Plus, my skin felt crazy smooth.

“Mister West!”

I looked up at the main house and spotted a girl darting across the deck and down onto the lawn. Oh! It was Ivy. Someone I could at least pick from a lineup. Someone I’d exchanged words with before. I was sure Gretchen would be here today too. She never missed events, according to herself. We hadn’t spoken much beyond that at munches.

Lucas put down the paper as Ivy reached us, and she gave me a curious smile. Which soon morphed into a wide smirk.

“So, it is you, Kit.” She narrowed her eyes almost accusingly before turning to Lucas with the biggest grin. “I knew it was him, Sir! I knew it the second part of his hand ended up in one of your pictures on Instagram.”

She must have recognized my tattoos.

Lucas chuckled and rose from his seat to give Ivy a kiss on her cheek. “The cat’s finally out of the bag, then.”

“Am I the cat?” I wondered.

Ivy laughed and rounded the table, and before I knew it, she threw her arms around me. “I’m so happy for y’all! Oh, Kit, I can’t even tell you how long Mister West and Mister Carter have been looking for you.”

I blushed furiously, taken aback by her quick acceptance.

Lucas smiled at me.

I patted Ivy on the back, and she leaned away, still with that grin on her face. She was very beautiful, all long blond pigtails and dimples.

“There are gonna be some jealous boys once the news breaks,” she said.

“I believe you,” I replied with an awkward smile. “They make me very happy.”

“And I know it’s mutual, honey.” She winked, facing Lucas once more. “May I tell everyone, Sir?”

Mirth twinkled in Lucas’s eyes. “Go for it.”

Oh, jeez.

His three-worded green light was all it took for her to bounce off and run back toward the main house.

Lucas came up behind me and kissed my neck. “I’m glad. I want everyone to know you’re ours.”

I laughed nervously and turned around in his arms. “I’m just going to thank my lucky stars you see it that way. For me, I will always be the one who won the lottery with you two.”

He shook his head and touched my cheek. “Don’t underestimate Colt and me, sweetheart. We’ll make you see what a wonderful young man you are.”