Page 14 of Family Vacay

Spencer groaned, his eyes not leaving the laptop as his fingers flew over the keys. “Can we not talk about my dad’s faces being hot? It’s weird.”

Logan laughed. “Not our fault you have a hot dad, pretty boy.”

I kicked Logan so hard in the hip, he toppled off the bed with a loud thud. Ezra rolled his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing, and Spencer spun around in alarm, sighing heavily when he saw it was just his pain in the ass husband on the floor.

“You had that coming,” Spencer told Logan.

Logan sat up with one knee bent, draping his arm over it as he aimed a cocky smile at Spencer. “I mean, his son is just as hot, too.” He winked. Spencer’s cheeks heated adorably. “If you look like Jaxon does when you get old, pretty boy, I’m going to tie you to the bed and never let you leave. The entire male population will be after you.”

Jaxon grunted, and when I glanced at him, his face was… disgruntled. “I’m not fucking old.”

I moved over so my head was resting on his thigh, smiling at up him. “You are, Jax baby, but it’s okay. I’ve got a thing for hot, older men.”

Spencer mimed gagging, turning to face the laptop again. Jaxon frowned down at me, but the frown didn’t reach his beautiful eyes, which were pure liquid warmth and need.

“Why don’t you take that laptop and head back to your room?” Eros suggested, his gaze heated as he looked between me and our man. “We’ll text with a time for dinner.”

Spencer quickly stood, making a pained, disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “Say no more. I’m going. God, I hate this family sometimes.”

Jaxon’s cheeks heated, but when he parted his mouth to say something to Spencer, more than likely an apology, I shoved two fingers inside, my cock hardening when he obediently wrapped his lips around them and sucked without me ever having to say a word.

“Good boy,” I growled. As soon as the door shut behind Logan, Spencer, and Ezra, I pounced, pulling my fingers from his mouth and crashing our lips together. He moaned into my mouth, parting his sweet lips for me without hesitation, already knowing what I wanted from him without me having to ask.

He was fuckingmadefor us.

A needy little whimper spilled past his lips when Eros shoved his hand inside the waistband of Jaxon’s sweats, circling his hand around our man’s leaking cock. My grin was feral when I pulled back to watch. “You going to come for us, Jax baby?” I asked, my voice low and gravelly.

Jaxon nodded, his breathing already quickening as he leaned his head back on Eros’s shoulder. With his free hand, Eros gripped Jaxon’s chin and turned his head, pressing their lips together. Leaning in, I began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jaxon’s shoulders and chest, loving the taste of his sunbaked skin on my tongue.

“I’m not going to last,” Jaxon panted. “F-f-fuck. How do you two do this so fuckingfast?”

“Teamwork,” I rumbled. He made a sound that was a mix between a whine and a moan, and it shot straight to my aching cock. I circled my tongue around his nipple. “Come for us, Jax.”

When I sank my teeth into the sensitive bud, Jaxon cried out, his hips arching off the bed as he flooded his pants and Eros’s hand. Eros groaned into Jaxon’s mouth as he kissed him again, slowly working him down. When he pulled his hand from Jaxon’s ruined sweats, I snatched his wrist and lifted his palm to my mouth, licking the cum off his fingers.

Our eyes met over Jaxon’s head, and Eros groaned, his lids fluttering.

“You two are so fucking pretty together,” I murmured before deepthroating three of his fingers and swirling my tongue around them, moaning as the flavor of Jaxon’s cum exploded over my tastebuds.

EPILOGUE

Ezra

The house was dark when I walked inside. Frowning, I flipped on the entranceway light, then toed off my boots. Since Spencer had quit the hospital, he’d put off on getting another job for a little while, claiming he wanted to rest and figure out what environment he wanted to work in now. Logan and I had been perfectly fine with it. And we sure as fuck weren’t complaining when we came home to home-cooked meals, had breakfast every morning on the weekends, and our lunches were packed and ready for us when we left for work each morning.

But for once, Spencer was missing, not waiting on me like he usually was, and dinner wasn’t cooked. I looked everywhere for him, thinking he might have fallen asleep or maybe he wasn’t feeling well, but nope. He was gone, which was weird because his car was in the driveway.

Frowning, I pulled out my phone. He’d told me and Logan earlier that he would be having lunch with Jaxon. But lunch would’ve been hours ago, especially since it was dark outside now.

Lifting my phone to my ear, I impatiently listened to it ring. And finally, right before I knew I would be getting sent to voicemail, my husband picked up the phone.

“Ezra!” he exclaimed, his words slurred, and my worry immediately turned to amusement. He waswasted. He gasped. “Oh, my God. Oopsie,” he whispered. “Dad, Ezra called me, and I think he’s home. And there’s no—” he hiccupped— “there’s no dinner.”

“He’s grown,” Jaxon said, sounding just as drunk as his son. I laughed—couldn’t fucking help it. “He can make his own dinner like a big boy.”

“I don’t think he can cook,” Spencer said, still whispering like he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying, but he was too drunk to remember to put me on mute.

“I can hear you, baby,” I teased. He squeaked, making me chuckle. “Where are you?”

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