Their Boy (The Game 2)

“See?” Abel exclaimed with a gesture toward River. “He gets it. Why don’t you, Daddy?”

“Bless.” Colt rumbled a low laugh and took a swig of his beer.

Madigan smiled faintly and shook his head at Abel. “The more infractions you have, the bigger chances he’s got of watching me punish you.”

Abel’s head whipped sharply to face River. “Would you really set me up like that, Sir?”

River smirked a little into his whiskey and took a sip before he answered. The look in his green eyes was bordering on indecent. “Absolutely.”

Yikes, he was scary.

“We like seeing little boys cry.” Reese reached for a bag of chips.

“There’s an image…” Colt sighed and sent a look skyward as he adjusted his cock in his jeans.

“Hey.” I frowned at him. “Don’t be a meanie. I’m a good boy.”

He pinched my toe. “Are you telling me what to do?”

“No, I’m telling you what not—”

Lucas covered my mouth with his hand and peered down at me with a pointed look. “Honestly, boy. Do you not see what he’s doing?”

I scowled and pressed my lips together. He was right. Colt wasn’t much unlike River. Button-pushers, both of them. Hmpf. More than that, they set traps.

Instinct had me sticking my tongue out at Colt, but as the realization of what I was doing hit me, I could relax. Lucas was still covering my mouth, so I’d just ended up licking his hand.

“That means I like you.” My words were muffled behind his hand, and he snorted and wiped himself off on my chest.

“Brat,” was all he said.

Phew. Nice save, I thought.* * *“Nooo, I’m not tired, Daddy,” I whined as Colt hooked an arm under my knees. “I wanna stay here.”

“You can’t keep your eyes open.” He picked me up, my head landing on his shoulder. “Grab his shirt, darlin’.”

I blinked sleepily and yawned. Only Reese and River remained at the table. When had Madigan and Abel taken off?

“Until tomorrow, gentlemen,” Lucas said.

“Sleep well,” Reese answered. “It was good to meet you officially, little one.”

“You too, Sir,” I mumbled and rubbed my eyes. “But you still scare me.”

He laughed.

River’s mouth twisted with mirth, and he leaned back in his seat and rubbed Reese’s neck. To which Reese glanced back at him with a smile and a slight nod.

As intrigued as I was about their dynamic, I had to refocus on my attempts at not looking sleepy. I thought I was doing all right, but my Daddies evidently didn’t agree. Colt carried me down from the deck and toward our cabin, and I did my best not to use his shoulder as a pillow. It would indicate I was tired.

“I could go for another drink,” I said, stifling a yawn.

“Sure you could,” Lucas chuckled.

“I could!” I pouted. And by some weird, dark magic, my head landed on Colt’s shoulder again. I had no idea how it happened. “Daddy, do you know what I think?” I blinked drowsily and played with the shell of Colt’s ear.

“No, what do you think?” He sounded amused.

There was nothing funny about this. I was dead serious. “I think there needs to be a drink with sprinkles in it. Imagine it. What a big seller.”

Colt’s shoulders shook with his laugh.

“What’re sprinkles made of?” Lucas asked.

“Delicious sugar.” I smacked my lips and licked them.

“And what happens to sugar when you put it in liquid?”

But, ohh! I threw him a grumpy look. “You choose to focus on the negative stuff, Daddy. That’s on you. I can’t help you with that.”

He smirked and ruffled my hair. “How lame of Daddy.”

“So we’re in agreement.” My eyes closed of their own volition, and I couldn’t open them again. “Sprinkles are the best,” I whispered to myself. “Sprinkles and my Daddies. Sprinkles on my Daddies.”

Colt laughed through his nose and pressed a kiss to my hair.

I heard a door open, followed by Lucas saying we had to be quiet because Madigan and Abel were asleep.

Once inside the cabin, I managed to crack one eye open to see them cuddled together on the pullout couch.

“They’re cute together,” I said, super quiet. “Can I brush my teeth tomorrow instead?”

“Shh, baby,” Colt whispered. “Yes, you can. I’ll need you to take the stairs by yourself, though. Daddy’s old.”

I grinned and poked his scruffy cheek. “You’re perfect.”

He smiled and kissed me quickly, then helped me down. Ugh. I had to walk by myself. It was a struggle. I grunted and grabbed on to the railing, and I sort of dragged myself up, step by step.

“Brat,” Colt whispered and gave my butt a push. “I thought you weren’t tired.”

Well. Things could change!

About two very excruciating minutes later, I was buck naked and had face-planted on a cloud. Or mattress, but it felt like a cloud to me. It was so soft, and the pillows were…also so soft. Plus, I had my Daddies crawling into bed with me, and they were naked too. The way it was supposed to be.