Page 62 of Unwrapping Chase

My teeth sank into my bottom lip to keep from chuckling as I pictured Jared and Nyx facing off, but I truly believed my brother would see what I saw. Tam, Nyx, and I belonged together. I nodded, saying, “Sounds good.”

“Alright. I’ll miss you, kid.” Jared sighed, and I heard a chair scrape across the floor. “Now I have to hire someone else.”

I hummed in sympathy. Finding someone who wanted the good pay and lodging was easy, but finding someone who wanted to deal with this non-stop Christmas-wrapped nightmare all the time was another matter entirely. Jared struggled to keep good employees.

“I love you,” he grunted.

My eyes burned. Jared wasn’t one to display emotions, let alone talk about them. I said, “I love you too.”

After ending the call, I dropped my comm and let my head fall back against the arm of the couch. That had been harder than I’d thought, but it had to be done. There was no way that I could’ve left without having a real conversation with him. I owed Jared everything. He had taken care of me when our parents hadn’t wanted me anymore, not shirking the responsibility or blaming me. When I’d been drowning in debt and starving, he’d brought me here. While living here hadn’t been a dream, it had been nice to be near Jared.

Looking at the bright sky out of the frosted window, I smiled. This snow-covered extended vacation was coming to an end. But more importantly, I was going to spend the rest of my life with the two people I loved.

I should make them breakfast, I thought. Nyx had been the one who was cooking, but I wanted to take equal care of him and Tam. This way, I could show just how much I loved them and how good a boy I was going to be for them.

twenty-four

Pleasure before pancakes.

I should be making pancakes for Daddy and Tam; however, something was nagging me after my conversation with Jared. Tam had said they—or rather we—would have a child soon. I wasn’t opposed to that in any way… but who was the father going to be? Nyx, I was assuming, would carry the child, but Tam couldn’t impregnate him. I could, but would he want me to? Or would he want someone else? I shouldn’t be jealous, because we had already established this was an open partnership, and I was perfectly alright with that. But Iwasjealous at the same time.

The thought of someone I didn’t know getting Nyx pregnant was too much for me. I’d have to get over it, though, because that child would be mine as much as they would belong to Nyx and Tam, and I would love them, whether we shared DNA or not. Also, Nyx, Tam, and I were together—married, in my own terms, though there had been no ceremony, not that we neededone. There was no need for jealousy. It was an ugly emotion that I hated so much.

The stinging marks on my lower back and my shoulder were enough of a reminder of who I belonged to.

Arms wound around me and drew me into a solid chest. I pressed back against Nyx as he nuzzled my neck.

“Where’s Tam?” I asked.

“Sleeping still, baby.”

My cock perked up from the nickname and his warm voice. It truly didn’t take much to get me excited anymore. I had Tam to thank for that. I wiggled, and Nyx laughed quietly before a tentacle started to play with my ass.

“Does my boy need something?”

I swallowed. “Maybe.”

Nyx kissed my neck again. “What are you doing out of bed, anyway? I don’t like to wake up without you and Tam beside me, where you both belong.”

“I was making breakfast, Daddy,” I replied. I really had been planning on it, but my thoughts had distracted me.

“Hmm, then why are you so tense?”

I lowered my head, trying to bury my doubts and the ugly jealousy deep within me.

A sharp slap on my thigh made me gasp, and my cock twitched, filling. Daddy bent me over the table, his chest against my back, and asked, right next to my ear, “Are you thinking naughty things?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Things you shouldn’t be? Bad things?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He gently rubbed my ass cheek before spanking me. I yelped from the sting, but my cock hardened the rest of the way in a flash. He growled, “You’re not allowed to say or think bad things about yourself, baby.”

“I know,” I whispered as the first tear slid down my cheek.

“Daddy is going to have to smack those thoughts right out of you.”