Page 17 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)

Elliot

As soon as I caught my breath and got dressed again, the guilt settled like a boulder on my chest.

“What is it?” Boston asked, turning over to face me.

“It doesn’t feel right without Tripp.”

“Yeah…” He looked as torn as I felt. All of us together, well, that was the reason we were so hot and bothered we couldn’t take the tension anymore.

“What should we do?” I asked my friend. No, friend wasn’t right. What we had was clearly more than that.

“Should we call him and tell him? It feels like we just cheated on him, but we didn’t. I don’t know.” Boston was right.

“I think we should. Do you think he’s home yet?”

“Let’s call him. If he answers, then we’ll know.”

“If he’s driving, he won’t answer,” I reminded him. “Remember, he said he never talks or texts when behind the wheel.” No true daddy ever would.

I picked up my phone, though, and we called him. He answered on the first ring, saying he’d just gotten home. What great timing we had.

“Can we video chat with you?” I asked.

“Of course. Let me get settled, and I’ll call you.”

Boston put his clothes back on, and we sat on the bed, our backs against the headboard.

While we waited, Boston reached over and threaded his fingers with mine.

It was the first time we’d held hands, and it meant everything to me.

We were together. Also in a throuple or whatever we were called, but we were together.

The phone rang, and I entered the video chat, making sure we both were in the frame.

“I’m glad to hear from you so soon after our date. Is everything okay?”

“We need to tell you something,” Boston blurted out. I was glad for it. I was going to work up to the admission, but there it was.

“Please do. You can tell me anything.”

Boston looked to me. Oh, now he was shy. “We were very worked up after you left, and we had sex. Not really sex, but…”

“I see. Did you enjoy yourselves?”

“We did,” Boston said, tightening his hold on my hand.

“I’m glad you two were honest with me, but I’m also happy you had a good time. I’d like for you to tell me what you did. It really turns me on thinking about the two of you together.”

It did? I thought he would be upset. I should’ve known better. Tripp was a patient and gentle daddy.

“We gave each other blow jobs,” I said. No point in dancing around the fact.

“Hmm, I think since I wasn’t there, I should get some details. Don’t you?”

Boston gasped. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Tell me exactly what you did. I’m getting hard already. Tell me how you two took care of each other.”

We told him in detail how we sucked on each other’s cocks and made each other come. While we did, Tripp showed us how we were affecting him and how he was taking care of himself while we watched.

I’d never had a sexy video chat before, if this counted as that.

I didn’t know the rules in that regard. I’d never been with anyone I trusted enough to even talk about this kind of thing through a device that could record before.

And now I was with two men who I trusted completely with keeping this private.

Daddy Tripp wasn’t embarrassed at all about his arousal at our story and in return, I tried to make sure to leave no detail untold.

Boston wasn’t quite as open, and I wasn’t sure if it was due to shyness or because he was so busy watching our daddy stroking his very impressive member.

He was long, thick, and my mouth watered just from looking at it.

If I’d been in the room with him, I’d have been begging for a taste, but I wasn’t. That would have to wait until the next time I saw him.

He came, loudly, our names on his lips. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and it was going to take a large spot in my spank bank, for sure.

Daddy said good night, so he could go and clean up, leaving only Boston and me in my bed.

“We should sleep.” I climbed off the bed to turn off the overhead light and then got back in bed with Boston. He threw his arm over me and snuggled in close. “Miss me?”

“Yesssss.” He kissed my shoulder. “You were gone for at least ten seconds. Do you think Daddy Tripp misses us?”

“How could he not, after we made him come like that?”

“That was hot.” His leg wrapped around mine as if holding me there. “I’d never seen someone I know do that before. I didn’t know I liked it.”

“I didn’t know it was my thing, either. It’s fun to learn new things about ourselves, isn’t it?” I was speaking to him but also to myself. I’d sort of thought I had my preferences in the bedroom all figured out, but since these two men entered my life, I was no longer sure.

“Especially when I’m figuring it out with—” He was cut off by his own yawn.

“Go to sleep, Boston. Love you.” I hadn’t meant to say it, but it felt right and there was no way I was pulling it back.

“Love you, too. Night.”

He said it back. Boston. Said. It. Back. Best night ever.