cut it. Especially with you two tall-ass men.”
My smile widens. Hard to remember there were decades where I rarely smiled. Where people thought I was incapable of it, lacking humor.
Not hard to see why, though.
Then Liam sniffles and I realize he’s crying. “No more running away?” he asks.
“No more running away, Master,” I answer. “I promise. Never again.”
Daniel kisses me again. “I visited the boy at his office yesterday,” Daniel tells him. “Had him come to my hotel last night. I’m in Atlanta, by the way. Sorry I didn’t tell you that, but I needed some time alone with him to talk first.”
Liam sniffles again, a soft laugh breaking through. “I think I can forgive you, baby.”
“Yeah, well, I reserve the right to delegate to the boy any punishment spankings for waking you up this early. I was going to wait and call you Monday morning. He asked to do it.”
He laughs again, louder this time. “No punishments for this. It was worth it.”
Daniel sits up. “He agrees he doesn’t mind being at the bottom of this thing we have. He’ll be my boy, and you’ll be our Master.”
“Anything you want and need, baby, I swear. Whatever it takes to make you both happy.”
“I’ll tell the congressman on Monday, once you text me that you’re finished talking to your staff and before it can blow up on the gossip channels. Let him know that my last day will coincide with your last day, so we have plenty of time to put someone else into place there. I reserve the right to volunteer, or be a paid consultant, if he needs me.”
“Of course.”
Daniel fills Liam in about the rest of what we talked about. “Are you good with all of that, boy?” Daniel asks me for Liam’s sake.
I smile. “I’m good with all of that, Sir.”
Liam chokes up. “Me, too, boy.”
“And I suppose,” Daniel drawls, “that it would make life a lot less complicated to go ahead and give you free and unfettered access to the boy. Unless, of course, I put a restriction into place for some reason.”
Liam’s full-on ugly crying now. “Whatever you need from me, baby, I promise I’m good with it. I love you so much, D.”
“Love you, too, you big, dumb schmuck.” He sighs. “I’ll let you go blow your nose. I need coffee, now that I woke up, fucked the boy’s brains out, and we’ve got a mess to clean up in this hotel bed.”
Liam’s tearful laugh makes me wish we were there right now in his arms. “I bet that’s a beautiful sight, though.”
He tweaks my right nipple. “I’ll admit it’s not half bad.” He trails a finger through my mess and then reaches up to my mouth.
I open without hesitation, loving his smile as I suck his finger clean and swirl my tongue all around it.
“Love you, Ward,” Liam says.
Daniel pulls his finger from my mouth. “Love you, too, Master,” I say, even as I’m staring into Daniel’s blue eyes.
“We’ll call you later this morning,” Daniel tells him. “Talk to you then. Don’t blow your nose on the sheets, you barbarian.” He hangs up as Liam starts laughing. After returning his phone to the nightstand, he sighs.
“Going to modify the timeline again. You’ll still call your partners today. I’ll fly to Tallahassee Monday morning for my meeting. While I’m doing that, you’re going to stay here, make your work arrangements, and clear out your office. I’ll fly back here as soon as my meetings end Monday afternoon, and we’ll take a later flight back to DC and surprise him.
“He has committee meetings late on Monday. I don’t expect him home until after nine or ten, maybe. You can start working on listing your condo from DC. We’ll fly back here next weekend, and I’ll help you pack. We’ll rent a truck and, late Sunday, we’ll drive to DC. I’ll take next Monday off and help you unload everything into our garage. We can decide what will go to the Massachusetts house later.”
My vision blurs as the tears hit. “Thank you, Sir.”
Daniel kisses me, tenderly and lingering and soothing me. “You thank me now.” He pats my side. “Let’s clean up and order room service. You reserve the moving truck and buy the boxes and stuff. I’ll make the flight changes and book your ticket. Once we eat, then you need to call your partners and tell them.” He swings off me and gets out of bed.
I sit up. “Sir?”
He turns. “Yes, boy?”
I struggle