Page 87 of B is for Beg

“The keys or the drawer?” Cal asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“Either.”

“I can’t,” Blake says. “It’s not about whether I want to.”

“I know, and we understand that, baby boy.”

“It’s easier for us,” Cal agrees. “We both live alone.”

We do, but increasingly, I’m wondering if Iwantto live alone anymore. What would it be like to have Cal and Blake here all the time? We’re not at the moving-in-together stage, but I’m not running cold at the thought, and I’m disappointed that neither of them will be staying tonight.

“I think I can see my way to giving you both a key,” Cal muses. His eyes sparkle mischievously. “A drawer each might be a bit much,” he adds in a tone that’s far from serious. “You might have to share.”

“I said nothing about giving you a drawereach,” I say, equally playfully.

“Your place is bigger than mine. You have a second bedroom.”

“Playroom.”

Cal waggles his eyebrows. “And a wonderful playroom it is.”

“We could have fun in there tonight if you both stayed.”

“That’s really tempting,” Blake says.

“It is, but I’ve got to be at the studio by ten,” Cal says regretfully. “To get home first, I’ll have to get up crazy early.”

“The hardship,” I say.

“Speaking of playing, are we going to Hamish’s party on Friday?”

Although Cal and I were invited when we met Hamish and Archie at the pub the weekend before last, we hadn’t actually discussed whether we were going with each other or with Blake.

“I’d like to,” Blake says. “I want you to tie me up in front of everyone, Daddy. Turn me into a piece of art with your ropes.”

“You’re already a work of art,” Cal says, nuzzling his neck.

“You’re biased.”

“We both are,” I say. “But it’s true. You are stunning.”

“So are you,” Blake says with absolute sincerity.

I’ve never believed it before, but coming from him, I know it’s the truth. In his eyes, I am beautiful. If only I could see it myself.

“It sounds like we’re going to the party,” Cal says. “I’m looking forward to making you beg in front of everyone too.”

Blake shivers. “Yes, please, Sir.”

We trade kisses. At one point, Cal and I both manage to slip our tongues into Blake’s mouth. He groans, and the sound sends an electrical pulse through my body straight to my cock.

“You’d better go before I decide neither of you is allowed to,” I say. “Next time, bring clothes.”

“For our drawers,” Cal agrees. “One each.”

“One to share!” Although honestly, I’d happily clear them out as much space as they need.

I see them to the door, kissing them both as often as I can as they get their shoes and coats on. I know I’m being needy, but damn, I need to be breathing the same air as these two stunning men. Being close to them makes me happier than I’ve ever been before.