We wound up leaving Doomlings and Dungeons & Kittens out, because we’d all reached for it when we’d spotted it. I doubted we’d get to both tonight, but there was always tomorrow night, now that Daddy had set cutoff times for working so we could just enjoy being together. Games and movies were steadily becoming a huge part of that.
“We might need to linger in the coolness just a bit longer,” Daddy declared near the end of his popsicle. “I’ve suddenly found myself in need of my pet’s talented mouths.”
It was almost obscene how fast Murry and I finished sucking and slurping the rest of our popsicles so we could clamor into Daddy’s lap. He’d already peeled off his t-shirt and wiped hischest down with one of the wipes he kept in the coffee table drawer. With how much we liked to nurse he always kept a pack in there now, so we didn’t have a long wait before getting to the snack we desired.
Kneeling on the cushion, I wiggled until I was in the perfect position to latch on, one arm draped across Daddy, just above where Murry’s rested, connecting us as always. Daddy’s fingers toyed with the ends of my hair as I started sucking, lifting it and fanning the back of my neck. Warm milk hit my tongue, washing away the lingering essence of my popsicle. Though it wasn’t as sweet, Daddy’s milk was every bit as delicious and refreshing, and I loved taking my time and enjoying it.
18
MURRY
“Did you go through the rooms again?” Raleigh asked.
“Twice, the only thing I haven’t been able to double-check is the ledge over the closet,” I explained.
“Well, come on, you can hop up on my shoulders and make sure we haven’t forgotten anything,” Raleigh said.
“Alright, let’s get it done and turn in the keys,” I replied, heading down the hall to our former bedroom. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”
“Kinda surreal, isn’t it,” Raleigh said as he dropped to one knee in front of the closet so I could climb on his back.
He steadied me as he rose, allowing me to see all the way to the back of the shelf, which was empty, thank goodness. We hadn’t realized just how much stuff we’d accumulated in the place until it was time to move out.
“We’re good,” I declared, so Raleigh lowered me back to the ground, then tugged me close and tangled his fingers in my hair.
“Yeah, we are,” Raleigh said before brushing a kiss across my lips.
Soft morphed into something more possessive as I backed him into the wall and used my body weight to keep him there.
“You’re not worried that it’s too soon to move in with Daddy Dorian?” I asked, panting as I gazed up into his eyes.
“Nope. We sleep there anyway, and constantly coming back for clothes or things we want to have over there is kind of getting annoying.”
“No shit, every time I tried to look for something, I realized it was over here,” I admitted.
“See, so why not move into the spare room officially? Even Phoenix thinks it would be good for us. Why drag it out when the loft is where we want to be?”
“I know, it’s just a little weird,” I said. “This was our first real home.”
“And the loft will be our second and hopefully last one, unless Daddy decides to move us all out into a house somewhere,” Raleigh said. “And if things don’t work out with Daddy, we’ll have savings built up to get our own home by then, so it’s win-win either way. Why continue to pay rent on a place we are never at?”
“No, you’re right, and I’m in complete agreement about all of the reasons we’re doing this,” I said. “I believe Daddy is our forever person. The one who is always going to be there for us, even when things are bad. There are just days when it all feels like a dream, and I’m scared that I’m going to wake up and we’ll beback dancing at the club, wishing we could just be ourselves with someone who’d love us exactly as we are.”
“Never gonna happen,” Raleigh snapped. “We are never going to have to do that to support ourselves. You heard what Coby said at the last photo shoot. He’d already had people reach out to him for our contact information because they’d like to see us in their clothes. Daddy Dorian opened a whole new door for us. One that I hope we never have to use, but it’s going to be there if we need it. We just need to focus on what we’ve found with him and trust that we won’t.”
Snuggling against his chest, I clung and listened to the sound of his heart beating beneath my ear, steady and soothing.
“You always know just what to say to keep me from overthinking things,” I muttered.
“And you do the same for me,” Raleigh reminded me. “Now we have Daddy to do it for both of us, and he’s great at it. I love that he treated it like a real fear when I explained what happened at the mall and how afraid I am of getting separated from everyone when we’re in Portland. And look what he did. I felt safer the moment he buckled it around my wrist.”
Raleigh’s hand, hovering near my cheek, offered the perfect view of the wide leather bracelets Daddy had made for us. He’d embossed his name and number in it and buckled it on with kisses and promises that he’d keep his ringer up as high as it went, just in case something happened and someone had to call him while we were at the event. I wore the matching one around my wrist, just tight enough that it felt like Daddy’s fingers resting there.
“I can’t believe he stayed up late making these for us,” I said.
“Why?”
“Just, I guess I’d expect something like that from you or Phoenix, or even James, depending on his mood, though he’d be just as likely to sew a tracker in our phones or shove the damn thing up our asses as he would be to actually make something by hand.”
