Page 4 of Family Vacay

“Where’s Spencer?” Jaxon asked, voicing my thoughts. His brows furrowed in concern as he looked between the two boys.

“Asleep,” Ezra answered as Logan nudged me out of the way of the coffee pot. Honestly, I wasn’t awake enough to reprimand him for not saying, “excuse me,” so I just moved out of his way. He looked like he needed it anyway. By now, he would’ve said some smart-ass shit, but he was silent.

“Asleep?” Zep asked, frowning. “Who the fuck could be asleep on the vacationtheychose?”

“Someone who didn’t get home until two this morning after working a double and then staying later to complete paperwork,” Logan snapped, opening and closing the cabinets. “Where the fuck is the sugar?”

“Pantry,” Jaxon answered. Logan grunted in answer and walked over to the pantry to grab the small container of sugar we had. The three of us didn’t drink sugar in our coffee anymore. We used Stevia, but Jaxon kept sugar on hand for when Logan happened to be at the house. He was a sugar addict. Jaxon said it was more than likely related to not having the extra funds for sweets when he was growing up. “Do we need to push the vacation off for a day?”

“He might dissolve into tears if we do,” Ezra answered, shaking his head. “He’s overworked and overly tired. We set him up with a pillow and a blanket in the backseat of the Jeep. He’s got air conditioning and nature sounds playing, and he’s snoring. We’re just going to let him sleep on the way there, sleep when we get to the hotel, and tomorrow, I figured we could start with our plans.”

“He almost cried last night just because we gave him a fucking protein bar and a protein shake before he went to bed,” Logan supplied, his tone revealing just how grumpy he was. “While we’re on vacation, we need to figure out a way to get him to quit and go to a private office or something. This isn’t sustainable. We’re fucking married to him, but that damn job sees him more than we do.”

Jaxon sighed. “He loves his job, Logan.”

Logan shook his head and turned, holding his mug of coffee in his hand. Leaning back against the counter, he took a sip of the steaming liquid. “I know he loves his job. But I’m not sitting back and watching him damn near kill himself over it. He’s already hitting burnout, Jaxon. And usually, he never forgets to let us know if he’s going to be late coming home, but lately, he’s been forgetting to even do that because he’s so swamped and tired that simply remembering to press send is a monumental task for him.”

“He’s right,” Ezra supplied, siding with Logan. “He’s losing weight, his mental health is in the shitter, and he’s not taking care of himself properly. The hospital job has to go.”

Zep reached up and gripped the back of Jaxon’s neck when Jaxon sighed, worry for his son clear on his face. When Zep began to massage the muscles there, Jax’s shoulders slumped, and he closed his eyes. “Let him have the first week of this vacation without any talk of work,” Jax suggested. “And one of you take his phone from him, turn it off, and hide it. After the first week, we’ll all sit down as a family and talk to him about finding a job that’s not so demanding.”

Logan huffed but nodded. “Alright, Daddio. I’m trusting your judgment on this.”

Zep snorted. “And there’s that smart ass mouth Isofucking missed,” he sarcastically said.

Logan shot him a sickly-sweet smile and gave him his middle finger as an added gift. Zep pretended to catch it in his free hand and stuff it in his pocket. Logan curled his lip at him in annoyance.

“What?” Zep asked. “It’s so I can give it back to you later.”

I choked on my next bite of toast as I laughed.

CHAPTER4

Logan

Ilooked up when the balcony door to our room opened, revealing Spencer. He was wearing a pair of my sweatpants, and his upper body was bare, revealing his flat stomach and his narrow shoulders. He was still just as small as when I’d met him, and fuck, Ezra and I couldn’t get enough of him. But even though he was naturally thin, what wedidhate was that he was losing weight he couldn’t afford to be losing.

We liked him small, but we didn’t want him becoming malnourished. And he was quickly headed down that path.

Fuck, I hated his job.

“Hey, pretty boy,” I said, reaching out to pull him to me. Once he was straddling my thighs on the sun lounger, I gripped the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine, kissing him softly and thoroughly. I knew he was still too tired for sex, so Ezra and I had gotten each other off in the shower earlier while he was still passed out on the hotel bed, spread eagle beneath the blankets.

Ezra had taken a picture of him when we’d gotten out because he’d been drooling, and honestly, it was the cutest fucking thing ever.

“Where’s Ezra?” Spencer asked once I finally freed his pretty mouth.

“He stepped out to get a case of beer,” I said, nuzzling Spencer’s neck. When I reached a particularly sensitive spot, he softly moaned, rocking his hips against me. I smirked against his skin, my hands sliding from his waist to grip his tight ass. He whimpered. “Someone’s needy,” I murmured.

“Mhm,” he hummed, rocking into me again. “Logan, stop teasing me.”

“Fuck, I love it when I walk up on you two like this,” Ezra growled as he suddenly appeared on the balcony. Straddling my legs on the lounger, he leaned in and began teasing the other side of Spencer’s neck, both of us wreaking havoc on his pretty little body. “Such a needy baby.”

“Ughn,” Spencer whined, trying to get friction. But I wasn’t releasing his ass, which meant he couldn’t thrust his cock against me. But Ezra put our husband out of his misery, slipping his hand into the front of the sweatpants Spencer was wearing to circle his hand around Spencer’s cock.

“Fuck, you’re leaking already,” Ezra rasped, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Spencer’s neck. Spencer moaned, tilting his head to give Ezra more access. I growled softly and slid a hand up his back to his hair, gripping a handful to hold his head in place. He whined, and when I loosened my grip on his ass, he immediately began rolling his hips so he could fuck himself into Ezra’s fist.

“You’re so pretty like this,” I rasped. “Look at you. We’ve barely even touched you, and you already look so fucked out for us.”

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