Chapter 4
Grant
“Did you enjoy your party?” Grant rubbed Caleb’s back as he held him close. Jace and Avery were the last to leave and he was glad to have the house to himself, his boy, and the fur babies.
“I did. And everyone told me how much fun they had. I’m glad you talked me into it.”
“I thought it would be easier to do it here. Where you were more comfortable. But if we have another party, we’re going to have to figure out what to do with the babies.
I don’t like keeping them cooped up.” Maybe he’d bully the hitman into keeping them.
It had worked for the camping trip after all.
“Me either. We never lock them up when it’s Avery, Mitch, and their Daddies.”
“I know. But I was worried about the front door being left open.” It would devastate his boy if one of his babies got out and ran away. Hell, at this point it would wreck Grant. He loved the dogs and cats as much as his boy. The animals were part of their family.
“You’re such a good Daddy.” Caleb patted his chest.
The fact that Caleb didn’t even pick his head up from Grant’s shoulder spoke volumes on how tired his boy was. Which he should be. Caleb had nearly driven himself crazy with the stress before the party had begun. Thank fuck everything seemed to have gone well.
“I’m also glad we scheduled for a cleaning service to come in the morning. I made sure there was no food left out but I would not like to be cleaning this mess up.”
“You mean supervising me?” Caleb teased.
It was true that Caleb had a list of chores he had to complete daily. But Grant would never leave a party mess for his boy to do. Plus, Caleb deserved a day of pampering for being so good.
Still, Grant couldn’t allow Caleb to get away with being a brat. He pinched Caleb’s bottom. “You better be good or I will make you clean it up.”
“It would still be totally worth it. I had fun.”
And Caleb only needed to take one break during the party. Grant was so proud of his boy. “I’m glad you had fun. So did I.”
“We told Hayley we would take him to the club the next time we went. Is that okay?”
“I don’t have a problem with that.” Although Grant knew a hitman that might not be happy. “Jace mentioned going this weekend. Master Finn brought up doing some redecorating.”
“Redecorating what?” Curiosity laced Caleb’s voice. Since they had met and started their relationship at the club, it was a place they both felt protective of.
“Well with you, Avery, Mitch, and some other boys, there’s been interest in a space for littles or pups. There’s not a designated area for you all to play.” Grant explained what Finn had told him.
“Oh my God, Avery would lose his mind.”
“That’s what Jace said. Master Finn is excited to get started and wants our opinion on what might be best.”
“You did such a wonderful job on my playroom. You should help.”
“I think we’ll all help.” Including his boy.
“That could be fun,” Caleb agreed quickly. His words were almost cut off by his massive yawn.
“Let’s get you changed and into bed. You’ll fall asleep on my shoulder if we don’t.”
Caleb rubbed his face against Grant’s shoulder. “’Cuz you’re so comfy.”
They reached the bedroom and Grant carried his boy to bed. Gently setting Caleb on the mattress, Grant reached for the boy’s tiara. He had no idea how the thing had stayed on after the whole…dancing thing. Grant still wasn’t certain what to call it. The boys had fun and that was all that mattered.
“I want to sleep in it.” Caleb went to grab for it.
“How about we put it on the nightstand? I’d hate for you to roll over and smash it.” Plus, it would not be comfortable with the way that Caleb cuddled into him.
“Oh yeah. That’s a good idea.” Caleb pulled it off himself, handing it over.
“Let Daddy grab you something to wear to bed.” It was one of Grant’s favorite parts of ending a night.
Caleb yawned in response.
Chuckling, Grant strolled to the walk-in closet. He opened the doors and grinned. No longer did Caleb’s pretties get hidden behind other clothes. Now when he stepped inside, Grant was greeted with an array of bright colors and fabrics.
Although Caleb had been favoring purple lately, before it had been pink, and maybe in another month it would be something different. Grant didn’t mind. As long as they had the money, Grant would buy every outfit in every color of the rainbow if that made his boy happy.
Since purple was on his mind, Grant decided on the long silk nightgown that he knew would feel amazing against his pretty baby’s skin. He picked up the matching panties before walking back toward the bed.
Caleb sat, petting Lucy, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Let Daddy help.” Grant moved to the side of the bed.
“K, thanks, Daddy.” Caleb lifted his arms.
What a sweet boy. Grant was going to have to find a nice surprise as a reward. At this rate, they were going to have to add on to the playroom. Maybe tear down a wall. Huh, that had possibilities.
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Byron
Byron gave both kittens fresh water before he turned off the kitchen light. The house was quiet. Too quiet. When Byron didn’t find Mitch in the living room or office, he continued to the bedroom.
There was his boy. Laid out on the bedspread in nothing but his tight undies.
“Tired?” Byron asked as he walked in.
“Hmm, tired and happy.” Mitch didn’t even lift his head as he answered.
Stopping beside the bed, he ran his hand down Mitch’s back to cup his cute little bottom. “So, you had a good time at the party?”
“I had a great time. But my Daddy was very naughty.”
“Was he?” Byron hummed. That didn’t sound right.
Mitch lifted his head before pushing out his bottom lip in an attempt at a pout. The sparkle in his eyes didn’t quite match the look he was going for. “Yep, I think he should be punished.”
Byron laughed. What an interesting turn of events. “And what are you going to do to punish your Daddy?”
“I don’t know,” Mitch said with a smirk. “I’m just a little boy. Maybe I’ll have to enlist my friends to help.”
Oh, this couldn’t be good. “What if Daddy is sorry?”
“Are you?” Mitch asked.
“No.” It wasn’t like Byron was going to lie to his boy.
Mitch huffed while rolling over, exposing the erection trapped behind his tight undies. “I guess you’ll have to convince me to forgive you.”
“How would I be able to do that?” Byron snuck his hand beneath the tight fabric.
“You could let me suckle you,” Mitch offered. “Until I fall asleep.”
“If that’s what makes my boy happy. But if you’re going to suck on me all night, I want you naked.” Two could play this game.
“Okay!”
Before Byron had a chance to even tease his boy, Mitch had his underwear off and was climbing under the covers. “Hurry, Daddy.”
“Alright.” Byron pulled his shirt over his head to get ready for bed. Leaving all his clothes off for the night. He made a quick stop in the bathroom to piss and clean up. Then he was back by the bed.
“You’re in my spot,” he said.
“No, you’re not in bed yet. So, it must be my spot.”
His boy was feeling sassy. Byron would remind him of this when he woke Mitch up for his morning spanking.
Byron turned off the light before he picked Mitch up. He set his boy to the side to fix his pillows and lie him down. He’d barely gotten settled and Mitch was climbing on him. Grabbing the back of his boy’s neck, Byron directed Mitch under the covers.
Mitch gripped the base of Byron’s shaft and hovered over Byron’s cock.
“Just suckle,” Byron ordered. “Don’t make me come.”
“If you fall out of my mouth, you have to put yourself back in. Don’t forget.”
“I won’t forget.” Mitch often liked to suckle him as they cuddled but there were times when Mitch was just a little needier. Nights like this. “I’ll make sure you hold me in your warm little mouth all night long.”
“I love you.”
Byron rubbed Mitch’s upper back. “I love you too, sweetie. Now warm up Daddy’s cock.”
“All night,” Mitch whispered. More to himself than to Byron.
Mitch sucked in the head of Byron’s cock as he settled against Byron’s side.
Byron wrapped his arm around him in return. “Good boy,” he praised.
Mitch hummed, slurped, then gently started to suckle.
Even without the light, Byron knew that Mitch would have his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.
Slipping his fingers through the strands of Mitch’s soft hair, Byron sighed.
Too often Mitch compared himself to the other boys and found himself lacking.
Byron couldn’t have disagreed more. Mitch was the perfect boy. He was smart, kind, fun, and needy.
Just who Byron had spent his life looking for. Byron might not be as old as the other Daddies in the group, but he knew what he wanted.
And Mitch was it.
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