“I’ll be right there watchingreallyclosely to make sure you have a good time, boo,” I said quickly, plucking Daddy’s hand off my baby’s face and insinuating myself between them for a moment. “But maybe we should start with something easy, like… dinner?”
Five seconds ago, I’d have sworn on my bespoke Florence D’Lee feathered sheath that if I had to keep my junk taped up in my arse crack for one more minute, I was going to scream. But suddenly that felt far more appealing than watching from the sidelines as my sweet little sugar pop fell for another man. It would have broken my cold, shriveled heart if I hadn’t been so sure we were doing the right thing.
“You’re hungry, Miss Diva?” Daddy Roman asked, making me squirm. The man didn’t make it sound suggestive, but he was pure sex… and the look he drilled me with made it feel like he’d somehow seen right through me.
I lifted my chin, giving him a haughty look that I’d perfected on the stage. “My boo needs a little time to ease into things, and the restaurant here is to die for.”
“Yes, please,” Isaac agreed, nodding so quickly I was pretty sure I heard his teeth rattle. “D-Dinner first would be good.”
See? That wasn’t me being selfish. Isaac wanted it, too. And sure, he was his own person and perfectly capable of making all of his own decisions without any help from me, but one thing I’d learned over all the years we’d been inseparable was that he preferred when someone else was around to make those decisions for him. He responded to that sort of authority in a way that had honestly baffled my alpha brain for the longest time… until I’d finally opened my eyes and my own mind a little.
The realization that no matter how much I loved him, I was too much of a selfish bitch to possibly be everything he needed had stung at first. I’d learned to accept it, though, because no girl wants to carry the weight of responsibilityallthe time. Not that Isaac was a burden. The opposite. My boo needing me was the anchor that kept me from going overboard.
Well, much.
Okay, not that much. I was still a lot, all the time, but at least I was tethered tosomething. One thing. Isaac. But it was also exactly why he needed a Daddy. And once Roman gave him a taste of all that yummy Daddy goodness he’d been missing?
And cock, of course.
Well, if there was one thing I knew about boys, it was that once they’d tasted that forbidden fruit for the first time, there was no turning back, bitches.
So really, dinner was the last time Isaac would actually be mine.
“Then we’ll have dinner,” Roman said, smiling like he didn’t realize I suddenly wanted to claw his eyes out. “But instead of the restaurant, I have a better idea.”
He wanted to steal my baby faster, but I’d kill him with kindness.
Okay, fine. Kindness wasn’t exactly in my repertoire, but I had something better.
I cocked a hip, let my eyes do a slow crawl down his body, then finally met his eyes again with a smug sense of satisfaction at the very noticeable effect I’d had on him. “Something better than the hotel’s restaurant?” I purred. “Honey, this ismytown. There isn’t anything. Unless you’re going to be serving us food off your naked body?”
Which was the only acceptable answer, because if he was trying to be cheap and haul us to the nearest fast food joint? I was going to pack my drag, take my boy, and find us a different Daddy faster than someone could ask us if we wanted fries with that.
“There will definitely be nudity involved,” Roman said, winking at me. “But I was thinking more along the lines of room service. In my suite. Just the three of us.”
Oh, shit. A suite. Daddy had game.
Isaac looked at me. It was make-it-or-break-it time. Time to decide how we were going to spend the rest of the weekend… and whether I could actually be as selfless as I’d promised myself I would be. For my boo.
Then he smiled, hopeful and sweet and still looking at me the way he had the very first time we’d met—also still looking like his trousers had pitched a tent, and someonereallyneeded to take care of that problem—so I sucked it up and gave the only answer possible.
“Okay, Daddy. We’re in.”
Isaac was, I meant. This was all forIsaac.
But if Daddy Roman wasn’t good to him, all bets were off.
4
Isaac
Beingin a small elevator with an American Daddy who planned on shagging me, a fabulous queen in full, towering drag, and my own terrified-slash-super-turned-on thoughts was like… when a person’s life flashes before their eyes, but instead of dying they were just questioning every single decision that had led up to that specific moment?
It was a lot like that.
Vivid, full-color, nausea-inducing life-flashing but with an embarrassingly obvious hard-on, just to make my mortification complete.
Roman and Diva were both talking to me, but I could hardly hear them over the sound of my own heart trying to escape from my chest. When Jules had first proposed his ridiculous plan to pretend we were boyfriends in an open relationship, I hadn’t expected him to be sohandsy. Or to kiss me. Not that I objected to either, and not that we didn’t touch and stuff all the time anyway, but there was a difference.
