and I hadn’t found him anywhere else.
The best-case scenario at that point had been finding him curled up for his pre-work nap. What I’d
stumbled upon had been a worst-case I hadn’t even dreamed of. Sure, seeing the two of them cuddled
up together had been a mix of adorable and sensual as hell, but I didn’t like the way it made me feel.
Sam wasn’t a threat. Not to me, probably not to anyone, and yet I’d been overcome with the urge
to storm across the room and pull Sam off Corey’s body. I wanted to be the one to help him relax. Not
Sam.
When I took a step back to calm down, realizing what an asshole I was being, I heard them
talking. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. And now, Sam’s suggestion rang in my ears, making me
want to kiss him for saying what I couldn’t put into words.
This was why my usual approach worked best. I had fun with the boys I played with, got off on
giving them what they needed, but when I was teaching, both of us knew the score. They knew I
wasn’t looking for someone to take under my care, and I knew they wouldn’t ask for more than I could
give. When I saw them with someone else, I never felt anything other than happiness for them. Okay,
and maybe a twinge of longing, but I’d made my decision.
Now, the tides were changing, and I couldn’t help but want everything Sam had offered to Corey
on my behalf.
I stepped out of the shadows and cleared my throat. Both boys looked up at me, Sam grinning like
the cat who caught the mouse, Corey’s expression stricken as if he knew he’d been caught.
“You guys testing everything out to make sure it’s ready for our guests?” I asked as I shoved my
hands in my pockets. I needed to tread carefully around both of them. “I think that will be a huge hit
tonight, Sam. I can imagine the bean bags overloaded with boys in need of a cuddle pile.”
“Thank you,” he responded quietly. “I hope you’re right.”
“I am.” This playroom might eventually be more popular than the back rooms. Doms and subs had
plenty of options available to them when they wanted to play in public or socialize. Daddies and their
boys weren’t afforded the same luxury, and socialization was key to the boys’ happiness. What Jack
and Sam were giving them was a place other than the privacy of their own homes to be themselves.
I crouched down near their heads, resting a hand on each of their shoulders. Briefly, I considered
the possibility of helping both boys get what they needed, but that was too much for one man to take
on. No way, no how. And that was before I considered Jack’s reaction if he came back from his mini-
