Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Don’t drag me into this. I said no such thing,” Ian added.
“So, you don’t think I’ll be sexy if I go gray?”
“Wait. That’s not what I said either. You’re putting words in my mouth,” he countered, and we all erupted into laughter.
It was the perfect day.
“Can we have cake now, David?” Jordan asked. He didn’t call me Daddy in front of Granny or Mom, but he didn’t hide that he deferred to me. It was who we were, and there was no shame in that.
“That’s up to you, kitten. You made it.”
He was loving the culinary program. The house was always full of the sweets he made, even though yes, I gave him hell about all the sugar. My birthday cake was a chocolate-and-strawberry creation that honestly, I was in awe of. He was very good. He’d made the cake for Finley and Aidan’s wedding as well, which they’d had at their house. It was a small ceremony, Finley’s family and us mostly. I couldn’t have been happier for my friend and felt such joy that they got to spend their lives together.
Jordan said, “If it were up to me, we would have had cake before lunch.” He laughed, returning to the subject of sweets again.
I fingered the collar around his throat. Ian had a matching one, the only difference being the engraving inside—one said Kitten, the other Pup.
The cake was incredible, of course, and they sang me “Happy Birthday,” but I’d made everyone promise no gifts.
A couple of hours later, they all began making their way out—Granny and Peyton first, followed by Tony, then Mom and Zoey.
“Are you going to ask them?” Zoey whispered.
“Yes. Thank you, little sister.”
“Always, bossy motherfucker,” she replied.
“Love you. My three boys,” Mom said to us, and damn, it hit me, not for the first time, how blessed I was. To have her as a mother and Zoey as a sister. To have the friends I did and the two boys I loved more than anything.
Aidan and Finley stayed a bit longer. The second everyone else left, Finley was on his knees. There was nothing the boy loved more than being on his knees for his Sir.
We went to the living room—me to the couch, Aidan to a chair. Finley crawled behind him, then sat at his feet.
“Can I kneel for you too, Daddy?” Jordan asked.
“Of course, kitten. Always.” He too found his spot at my feet. Turning, I looked at Ian. “It’s your choice, pup. You can kneel or sit beside me.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He chose the floor. It was always a toss-up with him, and that was okay with me.
I played with their hair, with the collars around their throats, as we made plans for the vacation the five of us were taking together later in the year.
When Aidan and Finley left a little while later, I said, “Upstairs, please. I would like to begin my favorite part of the birthday celebration.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“But you will, and I’ll like it.”
God, I loved him. I kissed him, then Ian, who teased, “Suck-up.” I swatted their asses so they went upstairs.
When we were in our room, I ordered, “Strip,” and they both pulled off their clothes.
Once they were naked, I went to my closet and pulled out a small box.
“Kneel.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Jordan’s cock was caged; Ian’s wasn’t. They were beautiful there, naked and giving themselves to me so fully, it still stole my breath.
I walked over, opened the box, and held it out for them—three matching rings.
“Daddy?”
“I love you both. Most days I wake up and wonder how I was ever happy without you, but the thing is, we don’t have to worry about that now, do we? We have each other, and we always will. Sometimes you wear my marks—bites, bruises, red blotches from my flogger or hand or paddle. You wear my collars so I can claim you, and now…now I would like you to wear my ring, so everyone, no matter where we go, will always know we belong to each other. We can’t make it legal between the three of us, and I hate that, but if you say yes—and you always have a choice in this—we will be husbands in all the ways that matter.”
“Can we have a ceremony?” Jordan asked.
“Yes, kitten. Zoey got ordained. She will perform it.”
My sweet boy glowed, purred. “Yes! Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
We looked at Ian, at the tears sliding down his cheeks, tears that hadn’t been there a moment before.
“Ian?” Jordan asked.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I just…today…everything. I never expected anyone to love me, but you did…you both do, and…yes.”
I went to my knees with them, held them, kissed them, put rings on their fingers, then waited while Ian put one on mine. For just a moment, he wasn’t my boy, my pup, he was my Dom and I was his sub, before we reversed roles again.