Drake followed me back to the playroom, where all three of our littles were running around in circles, and all three were naked.
“I’m sorry about this.” He stepped into the room and put on his daddy voice. “Matty. You’re going to get your friends in trouble. It’s time to go. Put your clothes on.”
Matty stopped running, and the other two nearly bowled into him. Tears welled up in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy.” His chin wobbled.
“Fuck,” Drake muttered. “I’ll be right back.” He turned and pointed at Matty. “Get dressed. I mean it.”
Matty looked for his clothes while Drake darted out.
“You two. Clothes on.” I pointed at them.
They both gave me, “Yes, Daddy,” and pulled shirts over their heads. Kay pulled on the loose shorts he favored and Donny pulled on sweatpants. I was thankful that they listened and behaved without drama.
Drake came back in and pushed past me. “Here, Matty.” He handed Matty a pacifier and a bear.
Matty, now dressed, thankfully, grabbed the offerings. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“He’ll be asleep in the car before we get off this street.” He did, in fact, pick Matty up, throwing him over his shoulder. “Sorry if he was trouble.”
“That’s, uh, fine. No problem.” I figured there might be a longer conversation about it later. But at that moment, it was time for them to go. Matty raised his hand and waved while sucking on his pacifier as Drake took him out of the room.
Donny tugged on the hem of my shirt. “Watch, Daddy. Matty taught us some moves. Show ‘em, Kay.”
“Okay.” Kay turned around, facing away from me, spread his feet a little, then bent over and wiggled his ass while looking back at me with a flirty little smile on his lips.
Before I registered that move, Donny positioned himself. “Watch me. Wee…” He twirled around, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head as he moved. Coming to a stop, he shook his hips, back and forth. “How’s that?”
“What kind of moves did Matty teach you. That looks like, uh, stripping.”
Kay held his hands up over his head. “Sexy dance moves we get to show you.” He did the same twirl thing as Donny, pulling his shirt off, but when he finished his twirl, he slung his hair forward and back. “Matty says I have perfect hair for that one.”
“Oh, you do. You definitely do.” It was sexy and amusing.
Donny clapped. “Good job, Kay.”
“I think Matty is a bad influence on you two.” I reached out for Donny, but he stepped back and dropped his sweatpants to the ground, shaking his hips. His cock was at half-mast and getting harder.
Kay dropped to his knees and crawled over to Donny, swinging his hips as he did. Stripper music played in my head as he moved. He sat up and licked the underside of Donny’s cock, which made Donny let out an overly dramatic purr. “Oh…Kay…” He ran his hands through Kay’s hair. “Come on, Daddy. Play with us.”
Watching Kay suck Donny off was turning me on more than their new moves had, and it didn’t take long before the three of us climbed on the bed for mutual blow jobs. These two tugged at my heart and added so much fun to my life. There wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for them.
Chapter twenty-six
Kay
Donny knocked on the window between the sound room and the producer’s booth and pressed the com. “I have lunch. You ready to break?”
I was more than ready. “I’m sure he brought enough for everyone. You ready to eat?” I asked Joe as I put my guitar on the stand.
“Sounds good.”
Donny brought tacos and burritos from a popular food truck, and we dug in. Afterward, he busted out coloring books and colors. That was one of our favorite things to do on tour or when stressed. “Here, you want this one?” He handed me the one I liked with cars, and put the color box between us.
Joe sat next to me at the table. “Whatcha doing?”
“Coloring,” I answered. He’d colored with us before while on tour.
“Can I color?” he asked, as if we’d say no.
