Page 1 of Kylan (The Wylde Street Boys #3)

ONE

KYLAN GRANT

I welcomed the calm that washed through me the second I walked through the front door. Leon and Marek’s house was a mansion in one of Sydney’s most expensive suburbs. Ridiculous in its opulence, it had Leon’s touch in the vast open spaces, marble floors and black fixtures, and Marek’s design touch on all the extravagant furnishings. Velvet settees with gilded carved wood, dark walls and rich leathers, fur and feathers and fine touches.

Magnificent, luxurious.

Expensive.

Amounts of money that I couldn’t fathom.

Most people probably felt overwhelmed in their house.

I felt nothing but peace.

“Are you okay, darling?” Marek asked.

I gave a nod and smiled for him. “Yes. Much better now I’m here. ”

He gently touched my cheek. “Sweet boy. Run along upstairs. Come down when you’re ready. Leon will be down shortly.”

I gave a nod and went up to my room.

My room, it was called, though it wasn’t really my room at all. It was one of the spare bedrooms where I changed clothes, showered if needed, and slept in on the odd occasion.

I could leave my bag in there, which was nice. But it wasn’t really my room.

Nothing in this house was mine.

Not even the two men who lived here.

Especially not the two men who lived here.

They belonged only to each other. I was a whim, they’d said, way back when this agreement began. A tasty treat to be shared between husbands.

I didn’t care what they called me. Not back then. For the amount of money they paid me—for what they did to me, did to my body, and what they did for my mind—they could call me whatever they wanted.

It wasn’t a hardship. It wasn’t something I had to endure. It was the opposite of that.

They gave me peace.

They quietened the noise in my head. They stripped away all the bullshit of my life and gave me peace.

The mental headspace I craved, that I needed.

The fact they paid me for it was a bonus.

I’d do it for free.

Hell, I’d pay them if I had the money .

Like a junkie paying for a fix, that’s how much I needed this.

The wardrobe drawers were empty save the top one. It was mine also, containing the few things they kept here for me.

The clothes they liked me to wear.

That I liked to wear.

That I felt adored in.

I felt pretty.

The way they fussed over me, caressed me, whispered sweet things, called me nice names.

I loved all of it.

Especially the way they fucked me while I wore them.

I loved that the most.

I was their femboy. Their pretty boy. Their princess.

Lacey underwear, sometimes a negligee, sometimes a garter belt with stockings. Sometimes it was just a very short cotton skirt, the girly kind that lifted when I twirled. The kind they could easily lift when they fucked me. Sometimes I wore glittery eyeshadow and lip gloss, but not all the time.

Sometimes I painted my nails for them. Sometimes they painted them for me.

I loved how they pampered me, adored and cherished me.

Wanted me.

I chose the plain blue cotton skirt for today. It was short enough to see my lacey arseless underwear if I perked my arse up enough, and I added a touch of pink lip gloss to my lips. But my favourite part was the vibrating butt plug.

I was tempted to turn it on, but no... that was not for me to decide. Not today. I wanted my daddy to decide for me.

I took the remote control and went downstairs. The butt plug felt amazing, the anticipation building... I was so ready. I was almost buzzing with knowing what was in store.

I was desperate for it. I needed them to have me. All weekend if they wanted, as many times as they were able.

“Oh, here he is,” Leon said. “Come over here, boy.” He was sitting on the double seater in the living room. Marek sat in the single chair next to him.

I flittered over, quick, small steps so my skirt swished, and I went to kneel on the floor between them, which was usually how these things started.

But Leon patted the seat next to him. “Sit here, darling.”

Fear struck me. Panic and unease clawed at my throat.

Marek softened. “Oh, you’re not in any trouble, sweet boy,” he said, standing up to take my hand and help me sit next to Leon. “We just want to talk.”

“Did I... did I do something wrong?” I asked, my hands wringing knots in my lap. I felt ill, dread roiling a greasy swell in my belly.

“Not at all,” Leon said.

He was the stricter of the two. Stern, straight-backed, and serious. Whereas Marek was softer and comforting, Leon was self-composed and a touch austere.

He wasn’t cruel or uncaring. Not at all. He was just rigid. When he gave praise, I relished in it.

“You know Dominic Lowing and Nolan O’Brien,” Leon said.

My eyes went to his. Dominic and Nolan... “Yes.”

“They mentioned you to us last night,” Marek added gently. “Showed us a photo, actually. To see our reaction.”

“A photo?” I asked. “I didn’t . . .”

Leon raised his hand. “It’s fine. Dominic was very quick to assure us you gave nothing away, and you refused to confirm or deny.”

“I would never,” I said, looking between them. “I would never jeopardise this. What you two do for me is... I would never breach the NDA. I haven’t even told Benji or Fitch anything.” I shook my head. “When Nolan mentioned your names to Dominic, I was stunned. I didn’t mean to give anything away. I just wasn’t prepared. I will try harder next time. I should have expected it, though. I knew they went to Club 180 and... I should have expected and been better prepared?—”

Leon slid his hand over mine. “It’s okay, darling,” he murmured. “You’re not in trouble. You didn’t breach anything. We just wanted to let you know that we know to and ask if you had any questions or concerns.”

I shook my head. “No. None. Who you know is not my concern. I don’t care if you know them or even if you like them or not. It doesn’t change anything for me. ”

Marek smiled. “We like them just fine.”

“You’ve been to Nolan’s place?” Leon pushed. “That’s where the photo was taken.”

I nodded. “Many times. It’s where Benji’s staying, so we go there to see him. But Nolan’s not even there most of the time. We just go and hang out. On the balcony, usually. I’ve never been to Dominic’s house. I have no reason to go there.”

“It’s okay,” Marek said. He came to kneel in front of me. “You’re not in any trouble. We just wanted to hear it from you, and now we all know about it, there’ll be no more surprises, okay?” He fixed my skirt and gave me a smile. “Nothing changes here, okay? You felt anxious and thought you were in trouble?”

I nodded, feeling better but still a little uneasy. “Yes.”

“You didn’t like it, did you?” Leon asked.

I shook my head quickly. “No. I thought you were going to terminate the contract. I don’t want to displease you. Either of you,” I said, looking at Marek. “I need this. What you both do for me.”

Marek smiled up at me. “I know you do. You need it like we need it.”

Leon hummed. “Do you feel better now, sweet boy?”

I nodded quickly and gave him a smile. “Yes, thank you.”

He looked at my hands. “What have you got there?”

I opened my hand to show him the small remote control on my palm. Leon took it. “Ah, I see. Would you like me to activate it for you, sweetheart? ”

My breath left me in a rush of relief. “Yes, please. Should I kneel on the floor for you, daddy?”

Marek put his hands on my knees and spread them. His eyes went to my lace-covered cock. “No need, pretty boy. Not this time.”

Leon lifted the remote control and switched it on.