Page 92 of All Tied Up

He breathed in their scents, the sweat and arousal mixing with the background fragrance of the laundry detergent.

“Thank goodness I’m not on laundry duty,” he said without thinking.

Daddy nipped at his chin. “That can be arranged.”

Everyone laughed.

“I don’t mind doing it,” Neil offered quietly.

Jamie just had to give him another kiss. “You’re on vacation.”

“Yeah, but these sheets are kind of special, you know.”

That got them all laughing again.

Dammit. Jamie wasn’t looking forward to Wednesday at all. So he just had to savor the time that he had.

* * *

The next two days passed too quickly, in a kaleidoscope of quiet moments and amazing sex. So Jamie was feeling pleasantly tired and sore on Wednesday morning as he wandered into the dining room, searching automatically for Neil. Jamie vaguely remembered a kiss on the forehead before Neil had headed downstairs, but he’d fallen back asleep. An hour later, he was hoping to catch him.

When he only spied a handful of other diners, he bit back a pulse of disappointment.

It was silly. Neil had already stayed two extra nights beyond his original check-out date, and it wasn’t like they couldn’t invite him back sometime for another scene or two.

It was just difficult knowing that he’d be leaving this evening to get back home in time for his meeting tomorrow morning.

There were still so many things Jamie wanted to do together.

Ugh. Jamie clearly needed coffee.

He stumbled into the kitchen, only to find Neil sitting there at the counter, bantering with Ty and Daddy while they worked.

Daddy never let any of the guests into the kitchen. He said it was because of health code violations, but Jamie knew he just liked to get into his groove. It was also important to both of them, since their home was also a hotel, to have a few spaces that were just for them and their trusted employees.

But there was Neil, with a half-finished plate of food in front of him.

Jamie felt a burst of excitement, but it was met by a prickle of worry, too.

He slipped into the chair beside him and picked up Neil’s coffee mug. By the pale color he already knew it had been horridly diluted, but he drank it anyway.

“Excuse me!” Neil gave him a glare, but also pulled him close. “Get your own coffee,” he grumbled against Jamie’s neck.

Jamie shivered. It wasn’t just that Neil felt amazing pressed against him though, breath warm with that growly morning voice. It was how snuggly he was. How much this weekend had transformed him.

Jamie batted his eyelashes. “But your coffee is right here.”

A steaming mug appeared in front of Jamie. “Thank you, Daddy,” Jamie beamed.

Daddy topped off Neil’s cup, too, giving them both a soft look.

“Thank you, uh–” Neil gave Ty a quick glance, “–Sebastian.”

Jamie giggled. “You can call him Daddy. Ty’s just as dirty as the rest of us.”

Ty turned around, one hand delicately covering his mouth, showing off his black, chipped nail polish. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m an innocent here.” Then he went back to expertly flipping eggs onto plates.

“Um… thank you, Sir,” Neil whispered.