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Oh, fuck. Just listening to them talk had Neil so hard he was practically dripping. Not that his erection had ever completely disappeared this whole evening.

There was no way he could say no to this. No way he’d ever be able to hold out. Especially not with Sebastian making threats that made Neil feel squirmy and needy with such a pulsing desire to be good.

Which was exactly why he needed to think about it tonight. To make sure that he had the strength of will to not get attached and go back home on Monday.

“I think I should sleep in my own bed tonight,” he finally managed.

“Good boy,” Sebastian praised. “You’re being thoughtful and making good choices.”

The glowy feeling got even better. “Thank you, Sir.”

He wasn’t going to say Daddy. That would be too confusing. Daddy was something he needed to reserve for the man who eventually filled that role. But saying Sir still felt lusciously satisfying.

Jamie placed a soft kiss on his cheek, then pulled back. “We’ll just tuck you in, then. But if you change your mind, you know where we’ll be.”

Sebastian slapped Jamie’s ass, while he giggled in delight.

Yeah, Neil pretty much knew what he was going to say.

6

Jamie

Jamie yawned as he stepped out of the elevator, following the familiar morning smells of eggs, bacon, and delicious bread-y things. He bypassed the dining room with all the guests and headed straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen had coffee and Daddy.

But coffee, first.

He shuffled through the bustling kitchen and poured his unicorn mug full to the brim, then settled onto a stool for the first delicious sip. Ahhh… nothing like coffee.

He looked out the window, watching a magpie and a jay battle it out over the bird feeder while his brain woke up. When he’d drunk half the cup, he felt Daddy step up behind him and encircle him with his arms. “Sleep well, baby?”

“Mmmm… Yes. Thank you for letting me sleep in.” He would never understand how Daddy could just go on so little sleep. Jamie needed at least eight hours, and he’d take nine or ten if he could.

“You can thank Ty for that.”

“Thank you, Ty. You have my eternal gratitude and endless appreciation.”

The lanky young man looked up from where he was expertly flipping eggs over easy. “I think that’s redundant, but you’re welcome.”

Ty had been working at the lodge since he was a little lost baby queer at age fifteen. He was now two years into college and presenting as male all the time, but he still came back to work with them during all of his school breaks. He was family.

“Ooh! I like the blue!” The color of the little tuft of hair hanging over Ty’s forehead changed from month to month, and this one was particularly attractive. “It matches your eyes. You should do blue more often.”

“Thanks!” Ty went back to the eggs, elegantly settling them onto six plates already heaped with potatoes and bacon. He added a sprinkle of chives and transferred them to the cart where similar plates with scrambled eggs already waited. “Sebastian, do you want to run these out or should I?”

Daddy nuzzled into Jamie’s neck. “I was thinking that my boy might like to take them out this morning.”

“I thought it was my morning off!” Jamie huffed playfully. He did table service for bigger crowds when Ty was back at school most of the year, and it wasn’t a big imposition to do it today. At least not now that he had coffee.

“Hmmm… I guess I’ll just have to take Neil’s breakfast out to him myself.”

Jamie spun around on the stool. “Oooh! Neil’s out there?”

“He is,” Daddy kissed his nose. “You can go sit with him and I’ll bring your breakfast out.”

Ty was laughing behind him. “My God, you two. Is this the third guy this summer?”