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Chapter Ten

Two weeks later

Jesse

The autumn sunshine poured through the kitchen windows as I carefully arranged chocolate chips on top of the cookie dough. The house was quiet except for the soft jazz playing from the speaker in the corner—Daddy Saul's favorite playlist that had become the soundtrack to my baking sessions.

"Those look amazing," Daddy said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, making me smile.

"They're Chris's favorite," I explained, leaning back against his solid warmth. "I thought we could surprise him when he gets home from his first day as Captain."

Daddy hummed appreciatively, resting his chin on my shoulder. "He's going to love that. Almost as much as he loves coming home to both of us."

I sighed happily. Saul was going to be Daddy all the time. We both wanted that. Chris was more fluid. I called him Daddy or Daddy Chris when he was being especially gentle and loving with me, but when he was in Dom mode—all bossy and growly I called him Sir.

And all three of us loved that as well. Next week we were going to the club for the first time and I couldn’t wait.

I turned in his arms, careful not to get flour on his shirt. "Do you think he's doing okay? First day and all?"

"Chris? He was born to lead." Saul's smile was full of pride. "But I know he'll be happy to leave it all behind when he walks through that door."

The past two weeks had been a whirlwind of healing and adjustments.

After Graham's death, there had been statements to give, questions to answer, and paperwork to complete. Apparently he had an unregistered van parked in the woods behind his house he’d used after driving home from the restaurant.

The agents were still furious he’d managed to get out without them noticing, and he’d slipped in the restaurant through the back door when some of the staff took a cigarette break.

The FBI had confirmed that Graham was connected to three other disappearances besides mine. I was the only survivor.

I’d struggled with the guilt over that and at Chris’s insistence—because I couldn’t disobey my Dom—I’d had two therapy sessions so far with a great guy called Collins who made me feel better.

We’d just had a busy weekend as Chris’s mom and dad had come to stay.

To say I’d been nervous was an understatement.

In fact the morning they were expected I’d convinced myself I was gonna throw up, but Janice had taken one look at me and wrapped me in a mom hug the likes of which I’d never had, and immediately insisted I call her Mom.

Eric—when he got the chance to speak over his wife—solemnly shook hands with me before he brought me in for a hug, and told me categorically that he’d be honored to be called Dad or Eric or whatever made me comfortable.

He slapped Chris on the back and asked how he’d gotten to be so lucky getting both Saul and me.

I warmed to Eric immediately, but by the end of the first day I was in love with Janice.

I soaked up every bit of love and attention she gave me, and even dared to scold my Dom when he suggested she give me a few minutes without fussing.

I lapped it up. They invited us for Thanksgiving and Christmas and Janice announced I was to help her and Saul bake while Chris and Eric could do mysterious things with the barbeque.

I didn’t remember being this happy in my entire life. I was loved and I was part of a family that loved me.

We’d even decided on remodeling the bathroom. Chris had announced he wanted a bath large enough we could all fit in, and I was so on board with that.

Daddy and I decided to run the bath for when Chris got home. Daddy would take him in the shower while I watched, then Chris would get in the bath with me. Then we would eat the celebration dinner Daddy and I had spent all afternoon on.

As I stepped into the hot bathwater, my anticipation heightened when I heard the front door open. Daddy brought Chris in a second later and I eagerly watched as Daddy stripped Chris of his clothes, leaving them both naked and exposed. The sight of their toned bodies sent shivers down my spine.

Chris barely had time to plant a long demanding kiss on my lips before Daddy led him into the shower, where hot water cascaded over their bodies.

My cock grew hard as rock at the sight of them together, as Daddy expertly lathered soap onto Chris's chest taking extra care around his hardened nipples before working his way down to his firm thighs.

My eyes widened as Daddy gripped Chris’s hardening cock in his soapy hand, stroking it slowly and deliberately. The steamy water splattered against their skin while they shared intense gazes filled with lustful hunger.

Realizing I might not last long enough for Chris to join me in the bath, my fingers grazed my throbbing erection under the water's surface, trying to maintain control as my heart pounded faster.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, boy," Chris called out, his eyes finding mine through the shower glass. Even with water streaming down his face, his dominant gaze pinned me in place. "That's for me to enjoy later."

I immediately pulled my hand away, the command sending a shiver down my spine despite the warm bathwater. "Yes, Sir," I replied, watching as Daddy Saul dropped to his knees in the shower.

The sight of Daddy taking Chris's cock into his mouth was almost too much to bear.

I gripped the edges of the tub instead, my knuckles turning white as I watched them together.

Chris's hand tangled in Saul's wet hair, guiding him with gentle authority while Saul worked his magic.

The sounds they made – Chris's deep groans and Saul's appreciative humming – echoed through the bathroom.

"Enough," Chris growled after a few minutes, pulling Daddy up for a bruising kiss. "I want to save something for our boy."

They finished rinsing off quickly, and I couldn't tear my eyes away as they stepped out of the shower. Chris dried Daddy with tender care before wrapping a towel around his waist. He patted his bottom. “Go wait for us in bed.” Chris, however, remained gloriously naked as he approached the bath.

"Room for one more?" he asked with a smile that made my heart flip.

"Yes, sir," I whispered, shifting forward to make space for him behind me.

“I’m going to take the edge off you babyboy, but one of these days we’re going to spend hours in that bed and I won’t let you come until you beg.

” I gulped, both terrified and turned on at the thought as he slid into the tub behind me, his powerful thighs bracketing mine as he pulled me back against his chest. The water sloshed gently around us as he settled, his erection pressing insistently against my lower back.

"Comfortable, sweetheart?" he murmured, his lips brushing my ear.

"Yes, sir," I breathed, melting into his embrace.

His large hands began to wander, tracing patterns across my chest and stomach. "You and Daddy have been busy today," he observed, his fingers circling one of my nipples until it hardened under his touch.

"We wanted to surprise you," I gasped as his other hand dipped lower, skimming across my hip. "To celebrate your first day as Captain."

"Mmm," he hummed, his voice a deep rumble I could feel against my back. "And what a perfect celebration this is."

When his hand finally wrapped around my aching cock, I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped me. His grip was firm but gentle, stroking slowly at first, his thumb circling the sensitive head.

"That's it," he encouraged as I arched into his touch. "Let me hear how good it feels."

The water lapped around us as his strokes became more purposeful, his free hand splayed across my chest to hold me against him. I was completely at his mercy, surrounded by him, consumed by the sensations he created.

"Please," I whimpered, ready to explode but knowing I needed his permission. It drove me crazy, but was even hotter when he told me I could come in that sexy, growly voice of his.

"Please what, babyboy?" Chris murmured against my ear, his hand still working me with deliberate strokes that kept me right on the edge. "Tell me what you need."

"Please, sir," I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder. "I need to come. Please let me come."

His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending another shiver through my already trembling body. "Since you asked so sweetly," he growled, tightening his grip. "Come for me, Jesse. Now."

My body obeyed instantly, as if his command alone was enough to push me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me in waves as I cried out, my release pulsing into the warm bathwater. Chris held me through it all, murmuring praise against my skin as I shuddered in his arms.

"That's my good boy," he said, pressing kisses to my shoulder as I slowly came back to myself. "So perfect for me."

When my breathing finally steadied, I turned my head to look at him. "What about you, sir?"

His smile was wicked. "Oh, I'm saving that for the bedroom. Daddy's waiting for us, remember?"

The thought sent a renewed flutter of excitement through me despite what I’d just done.

Chris helped me stand, rinsed me, then steadied me as I stepped out of the bath, wrapping me in a fluffy towel before drying himself off.

His erection hadn't flagged at all, and I couldn't help staring at it as he moved around.

He arched an eyebrow. “Like what you see?”

“We both do,” Saul said wrapping his arms around Chris’s waist from the back.

Chris laughed, reaching back to caress Saul's face while keeping his eyes on me. "Then you'll both get plenty of it tonight."

I felt a flush spread across my cheeks, still not entirely used to how freely they expressed their desire for me. For each other. For us as a whole.