“I am.” I kissed his cheek, lingering there. “I’m on the prowl for a sweet little boy who’s ready to beg for Daddy’s big cock.”
“Oh my gosh,” he whimpered.
I grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard, letting all my pent-up desire rush forward, because we were done holding back. So fucking done. The masks couldn’t be more in the way, so I removed his and then my own. We weren’t here to win a Game, so fuck it. We could break a rule.
In fact, we were going to break two.
“Where’s your overnight bag?” I murmured.
“Um.” The boy was damn near shaking in my arms, and he went back for my mouth. “Upstairs. We hid it.”
Good. I kissed him deeply and cupped his face in my hands, teasing his tongue with mine, until he was panting and trying to climb me.
“Show us,” I ordered, my voice barely audible over the song playing. “We need to talk for a moment too.”
He swallowed, cheeks flushed and eyes wild with need. “Yes, Sir.”
The upstairs would be a good place to talk too. Not many would be up there this early, and we wouldn’t have music trying to blow out our eardrums.
I grabbed his hand and turned to Nate, right when he nudged James toward the wide doorway.
The four of us headed up to the second floor together, and we walked straight to Room 8.
Three sleeping spots, each one elevated and the size of two king-sized beds, were right where we’d left them yesterday.
“See that bed by the podium?” I pointed. Jordan nodded. “That’s where we’re sleepin’ tonight.”
“All four of us? Together?”
I inclined my head.
He lit up. “Oh my gosh. And the other beds?”
I pointed to the next one. “Greer, Sloan, Archie, and Corey. And the one closest to the door—Lucian, Cam, KC, and Noa.”
“Eeep! Noa and Corey are my friends, Daddy!”
I’d said it a hundred times already, and I’d probably say it another two million before the year was over, but he was just too fucking adorable for words. A level that actually made me react physically. I couldn’t explain it. It was a…a…hit to the feels.
“Iknow, and you can all cry together tonight when your Owners won’t stop fucking you.”
His mouth popped open, and he stared up at me.
I smirked to myself and steered him to what was gonna be our bed tonight. Plenty of pillows and comforters waited for us—and I had half a mind to stay here right now.
James must’ve been ordered to fetch their overnight bag, because he set it on the bed.
“Did you find everything we asked for?” I wondered.
“Yes, boss.” He unzipped the bag.
“Then get crackin’,” I said. “It’s a black-tie event. We can’t disappoint.”
All our masks were off at the moment, and I wished they could stay that way.
“Aren’t we technically breaking the rules, though?” Jordan asked, unbuttoning his shirt. “And also, I’m pretty sure it said black-tie optional. Otherwise, you must wear a tuxedo. Them’s the rules.”
“A brat talking about rules,” I chuckled. “It’s like when Noa tried to teach me about responsibility.”
