Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

10. Robbie

ONE WEEK LATER

I’m so frustrated I may die. Yep. That’s where I’m at. Both of my Daddies are amazing. This entire week has been fantastic. I’ve learned so much about myself and when Daddy Noel went and grabbed a bunch of boxes from a “secondary” location—why they have a secondary location, I have no clue—it was fun learning that yes, I definitely am a Little. Crayons are awesome. So are plushies. Maybe dinosaurs. I’m not sure yet. Those can be a little scary.

Only problem? We haven’t had any sex yet. Nothing remotely sexual. Oh, there’s been plenty of innuendos. Light touches that drive me crazy. They swear they’re not doing it on purpose, but Daddy Noel’s eyes are always filled with wicked laughter when it happens and Daddy Eddie? His is mirth. It’s time I put Operation: I Need an Orgasm into effect.

“Breakfast time!” I quickly pull on my new clothes and head out to the kitchen. I smile at both of my Daddies and quickly take my place, sliding a bit on the wooden floor with my socks. “Hey, you need to slow down, Bear.”

I grin at the new nickname. It started out as Teddy Bear, but Daddy Noel shortened it to Bear pretty quick. I duck my head as I climb into the seat. “Sorry.”

Daddy Eddie laughs as he hands me my plate, all of it cut up perfectly. “Here you go. French toast, syrup on the side for dipping, little sausages, and some yogurt with blueberry jam.

“Mmm, your homemade jam?” I bounce in my seat, already picking up my fork, ready to dig in.

“Of course. Now, try to sit still while you eat. We have some ideas about what we should do today.”

My attention is drawn away from my food immediately, remembering my plan. Because if their idea is anything other than me getting an orgasm, it’s a straight nope for me. “Uh. Actually, I have a plan. Definitely a plan. In fact, it’s a necessary plan.”

“Oh, really,” Daddy Noel drawls. “You wouldn’t happen to be demanding something, would you?”

“Umm. What exactly won’t get me in trouble here?” I give puppy dog eyes to Daddy Eddie, who, while not soft, isn’t nearly as harsh as Daddy Noel. My ass can attest to that. Even if it’s not in a fun way.

Their laughter cuts off suddenly when alarms fill the house. “Shit! Get Bear to the safe room. I’ll take care of this.”

“There is no way in hell you’ll take care of this alone. I’ll get Bear situated and be right back,” Daddy Eddie snaps, standing up so quickly his chair tips over. He grabs me by the arm, pulling me with him toward the hallway.

“Whatever, just get him safe.” Daddy Noel has his tablet up, his hands flying over it.

“Wait! No! I’m not going anywhere until you explain!” I dig my heels in, dropping my weight down.

Growling, Daddy Eddie doesn’t give me a response as he scoops me up and continues on. He only stops at Daddy Noel’s sigh. “You can stop. We know this visitor. Unfortunately. There’s no reason to hide our Teddy Bear from her.”

With a grumble, Daddy Eddie lets go of my arm and goes to set the chairs right. When the doorbell rings, he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He lets it ring one more time before opening the door.

“Where is he?! You had better not have done anything to him!” My mom sweeps in, and I cringe. I stare up at the ceiling—possibly the heavens—because now I’m being cockblocked by my mom. Really? I never should have named the operation…

“Mom, I’m right here. And please, stop being dramatic. For all your lectures on pragmatism, you certainly have a flair for drama.” I massage my forehead as I come forward and give her an awkward hug. It’s been a long time, and our history is…complicated.

Her gray colored eyes pierce me as they search for anything wrong. For what, I have no clue, but she’s hypervigilant. As always, she’s put together. Given her profession, I always found it odd, but if she’s not on a job, she’s wearing what I’d call old-fashioned conservative chic. The whole skirt and blazer, heels, and pearls. Speaking of job…I hope to fuck she doesn’t talk about it here.

“How did you find us?” Daddy Noel grits out, his eyes flicking between Mom and me. He doesn’t appear surprised by her. In fact, I’m the only one who seems to be in the dark.

Rolling her eyes, she pins him with her deadliest glare. “I put out a search request. And yes, you had it taken down, but I already had planned to take it down myself. I didn’t know he’d be with you. And why the fuck didn’t you move his car?”

“Do you have the name of who took the job?” Daddy Eddie asks with what appears to be forced nonchalance.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about him any longer. I made sure to take care of it when he figured out it was your property. All I wanted was my baby to be safe. Neither of you have reputations for being dishonorable, but he’s my child. And once I saw those pictures online…” Mom throws her hands up in the air before miming choking someone. “I can’t believe that louse married someone else! I mean, I know I wasn’t invited to the wedding, but you can’t blame me for keeping up with my son online. I never, ever, expected to see that.”

“Wait. What? What pictures? And you know damn well why you weren’t invited!”

“Oh, Robbie, grow up, please. I know you had an unconventional upbringing, but we got to travel! So what if there was some thievery involved? It’s not like I was robbing anyone that was poor, for fuck’s sake. And now you’re shacking up with two of The Company’s assassins? I don’t think you have any stones to cast here, young man.” Mom sweeps past us and daintily sits at the kitchen table. “And the pictures are Cameron with some…man. And when I looked into it, it turns out that asshole was fucking the guy on the side for almost two years!”

“Wait. What? Two years? You mean Cameron set this all up?” My body goes numb. The idea that the man I loved so much used me to basically pay for his wedding and honeymoon to that twink makes me want to vomit. And that’s before the rest penetrates my brain. “You have to be wrong. Especially because there’s no way my Daddies are assassins. They would have told me.”

She moves so quickly, I’m astonished. Jumping out of the chair, she heads straight for Daddy Noel, stabbing him in his chest with her sharp pointer finger—I know how painful that is—and I’m surprised to see Daddy Noel actually shrink back. “There is no way in hell that you started a BDSM relationship with my son and didn’t tell him the truth. Because if, for some reason, you decided to do that, there will be nothing left of either of you aside from a blood stain on this damn floor. You both know better.”

“Uh…wait. I…you know what, I actually don’t think I want to know.” The entire idea that my mom knows BDSM is far worse than finding out my Daddies may be assassins.

“Robbie, I hate to tell you sweetie, but your mom has a healthy sex?—”

“NO! Nope. Let’s go back to the assassin thing. Definitely the assassin thing. Or the fact Cameron used me to pay for his wedding to his whore. Yep. Either of those are somehow better than talking about my mom’s…life. Yeah. That.” I sit down in my chair, staring at my uneaten breakfast in horror. There is no fucking way I want her to continue talking.

Daddy Eddie eyes me warily before speaking. “Why don’t we all sit down and have a discussion? Most of breakfast is cold by now, but I can make something real quick.”

Daddy Noel reclaims his seat as Mom takes hers across me. I stare at my uneaten plate, unable to glance up. It would make everything real, and I can’t handle that. Not yet. The only sound is Daddy Eddie humming as he works in the kitchen. It’s not long before the kitchen table is cleared off and a new batch of breakfast is set in front of us, including a special plate for me. It makes my heart clench. There’s scrambled eggs with cheese, cut up toast—diagonally because that’s the only way to eat it—and some bacon. Sighing, I finally look up and force myself to remain calm even as they’re all looking at me.

“Well, dig in,” Daddy Eddie says, and Mom starts putting food on her plate. For the first part of breakfast, it’s quiet. I can tell they all want to say something, but thankfully, they keep quiet. My mind is going everywhere. The other locked room makes more sense if they’re assassins. So do the alarms. And the panic room. Pretty much everything starts slotting into place. Finally, Daddy Eddie can’t take it anymore and starts talking. “Robbie, you need to eat. If you have questions, you know you can ask them.”

“Do I really?” I didn’t even notice I was pushing my food around. My appetite from this morning is completely gone.

“Of course. We made a mistake?—”

“No,” Daddy Noel cuts in. “It wasn’t as simple as a mistake. Your mother is right. This type of relationship can only be built on honesty. We talked about that in the beginning. By hiding who we are, we put you in a situation that may cause you to rethink what you mean to us. Let me reassure you, we both still want you, we both want to be your Daddies, and we both will do anything for you. So, yes, if you have questions, ask. We’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“It’s about time someone acknowledged I’m right,” Mom grumbles, and I can’t help snorting. It figures with her. I love her, but my God does she get exhausting.

“Alright. Is it true you’re assassins?” I hold my breath, not sure what I expect them to say at this point.

“Yes. We’ve been in the business for about fifteen years. Technically, I’ve been in it for longer, but we met through work. We don’t do as many jobs anymore. But we’re certainly on lists. Just as your mother is on several, I’m sure. We did run you when you stumbled here, in case you were something other than what you seemed. We didn’t mention our jobs because we didn’t know who you were at first. After that…it got complicated. We knew we wanted you and there never seemed to be a good time to say ‘hey, by the way, we’re assassins’ without you either thinking we’re crazy or running into the snowstorm to get away from us. After all, being assassins is much different than having a mom who specializes in thievery.”

Laughing, I shake my head. “Yeah, I can see where that would probably happen. Then again, with my mom’s history, it may not have. Let me clear up everyone’s assumptions here—and that includes yours, Mom—I didn’t break contact because I had an issue with her job. I just wanted to settle down somewhere. To find love. Yes, I know I’m a romantic at heart and it obviously backfired on me. But…the travel, while fun, was lonely.”

Mom’s face droops, the pain clear. Right as she goes to say something, Daddy Eddie interrupts whatever she plans to say. “I think you showed amazing bravery. To start life on your terms. And while you may consider it backfiring, we don’t. We have loved every moment of getting to know you. It may not have been love at first sight, but we’ve been falling for you since the beginning. And, if it’ll help, we are more than happy to kill Cameron and his whore as an apology for keeping our profession from you.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, his hope on the last part almost too endearing—and who the fuck thinks murder is endearing? It seems I do.

“I may not get a vote here, but I concur that Cameron should die. It would be a great bonding experience!” Mom seems to have already forgiven my Daddies in the interest of taking care of someone who hurt me. It’s times like this I’m reminded that she does actually love me.

“Embrace our logic. Eddie even makes cookies when you come to the dark side.” Daddy Noel smirks at me before taking a bite of his eggs.

“I heard you talking about killing Cameron, anyway. It’s not like this is a shock.” My appetite finally makes an appearance as things lighten up—even if it’s because we’re talking about killing my ex.

“Hmm. So. Any thoughts?” Daddy Eddie has already polished off his food and folds his napkin next to his plate. And yes, they’re cloth napkins. I’m pretty sure Daddy Eddie would have a fit if anything plastic or paper made it into his domain.

I remain quiet for a bit, thankful they are giving me time to process. On one hand, I know morally planning my ex’s murder probably isn’t a good thing. On the other hand, the asshole not only cheated on me, but married the damn whore with my money. He sat on his ass while I worked to give him his dream wedding only to replace me at the last minute with someone he actually loves.

The two men who have opened their cabin—and hearts—to me would never do that. They’ve shown me exactly what love should be, and it’s not what Cameron did. I guess at the end of the day the question is whether I care more about society’s morals or my own.

“You know what? Fuck it. He doesn’t deserve to live after what he did. Cheaters should die. And both of you better remember that.” I flick a glare between both my Daddies, who both smile.

“You never have to worry about that. Our little Bear is more than enough for us. We’re never going to let you go now.” Daddy Noel leans back in his chair, the smugness almost rolling off him. Part of me wants to put him in his place, but to be honest, I’m too happy with how things turned out to even make a token complaint.

“At least, with these two, I know you’ll be safe. I already prefer them to that jackass Cameron.” Mom sighs as she finishes her own breakfast before turning to Daddy Noel. “But let me make this perfectly clear. I’ve made people disappear. The fact you’re both assassins means nothing to me. Hurt him and they’ll never find the bodies. And that means you’d better make sure you’re honest with him, especially with this type of relationship. Don’t give me a reason to hunt you down, because there is no hiding from me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Both Daddy Eddie and Daddy Noel say at the same time, and I use my napkin to hide my grin. There are times it’s a good thing Mom is so scary. I should have let her go after Cameron in the beginning. Too late for that now, but it sounds like we’re going to have a good time rectifying that.