Page 5 of Family Vacay

I leaned back against the lounger, then released his other ass cheek, lifting my hand to his lips. “Suck, pretty boy,” I growled. When he opened his mouth obediently for me, I slid two fingers inside. “Get them nice and wet for me.”

He swirled his tongue around the digits, letting his saliva coat them instead of swallowing it. When he opened his mouth, I removed my fingers, then slid them into the back of his sweats, probing at his entrance. He gasped when I slipped my fingers inside of him, his dark eyes rolling back in his skull as he arched his back.

“Whatever you’re doing has him fucking about to cum,” Ezra told me, his voice strangled. He dragged his teeth along our boy’s shoulder. “Come on, baby. Give us what we want. Fuck my fist. Soak my hand in your cum so Logan and I can lick it off. Let us see you fall apart for us.”

“You’re so fucking good for us,” I rasped, my cock straining. But I ignored it. Once he had a bit more rest, Ezra and I would fuck him good and hard. But not until then. This moment here was just for him. So he could relax and just so he could get off. “Such a good boy, pretty boy. Fuck, I love watching you like this. I loveyou. We love you. Come on. Come on my fingers, pretty boy.”

I stroked over his prostate once, twice, three times, and then, he was crying out, his head falling back to rest on Ezra’s broad shoulder as he came, soaking the front of the sweatpants he was wearing and Ezra’s fist. Ezra gripped his chin with his free hand and turned Spencer’s face to him so he could kiss him, licking into Spencer’s open mouth with a neediness I knew, understood, and loved to watch.

Becausefuck, Ezra and Spencer were so goddamn beautiful together.

Gripping Ezra’s fist, I pulled it from the band of Spencer’s pants and leaned in, licking the cum off his fingers. Both my men moaned, and Ezra turned his head, his eyes narrowed as he watched me suck the cum from his fingers and lick it off his palm.

“You’re killing me,” Ezra growled.

Spencer’s lids were already fluttering, sleep tugging at him again. I wasn’t even sure if he was aware of what I was doing. He was one hundred percent cum drunk and sleepy, just how Ezra and I wanted him.

“Later,” I promised him.

Ezra huffed but nodded, turning his head to focus his attention back on our husband. He cupped Spencer’s face lovingly, his eyes softening. “Time to get you back to bed, baby,” he murmured.

Spencer shook his head. “Sleep right here,” he muttered.

Ezra and I didn’t protest. Instead, I wrapped my arms around Spencer and pulled him down to my chest. He snuggled into me, and Ezra squeezed himself in beside me on the lounger, wrapping his arm around both me and Spencer. Leaning in over the top of Spencer’s head, he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so soft, my chest ached.

“You’re such a good fucking man,” Ezra whispered since Spencer was already lightly snoring.

My throat felt too tight to speak, and when I swallowed, it was audible. Ezra held my gaze, but he wasn’t expecting me to say anything. When he said things like that to me, he never expected a word in return.

Somehow, Ezra always knew when I needed to hear those words. To know I was doing the right thing by him and Spencer. That I was wanted and loved and they needed me. Becausefuck, Ineededmy husbands to need me.

Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against Ezra’s, soaking in this moment. His hand curled around my bicep, and he gently squeezed, saying everything he wasn’t putting into words.

“I love you,” I rasped.

Ezra nodded and stroked his hand over my arm. “I know, baby,” he said softly. “We both know. And we love you.” He turned his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I love you.”

I pressed my lips to his, hating the tears that burned in my eyes. But I also knew they were a sign of healing. I wasalwayshealing the boy in me who’d been neglected and unloved and unwanted. But somehow, I’d gotten lucky enough to not only fall in love with one incredible man buttwo, both of whom loved me back. And somehow, through them, I also got a man who loved me like I was his own son, and a few years ago, that man had brought two other men into our family of four that had taken me in and loved me, too.

I wasn’t sure if I deserved it all, but I knew I’d never do anything to lose it.

CHAPTER5

Zeppelin

“Ah, there’s sleeping beauty!” I announced when I spotted Spencer emerging onto the patio where we’d all agreed to meet up for breakfast. Logan and Ezra were right behind him, both of them looking ready to take on the world for Spencer if anyone dared to disturb their husband’s peace. I understood it. Eros and I were the exact same way when it came to Jaxon. And considering Jaxon was already worried enough about his son, I wouldn’t dare do anything to ruin this for Spencer.

I might be a jackass, but even this jackass knew his limits.

Spencer smiled and rubbed at his eyes, squinting against the sun as Ezra palmed his lower back and led him to sit down in the middle of the three chairs left empty at the table. Once he was sitting, Logan swept his shades off his head and plopped them on Spencer’s face before dropping into the chair next to him.

“Don’t you need these?” Spencer asked, reaching up to take the shades off.

“Keep them,” Logan told him. “It’s my fault I forgot to pack your shades anyway. I’ll buy a pair from the resort shop before we head out to the beach.”

I scoffed. “You forgot to pack his shades? Dude, that’s shitty,” I teased, unable to resist poking at Logan. He was just so much fucking fun to banter back and forth with.

“That’s rich coming from the man who literally forgot to pack himself a single pair of socks,” Jaxon drawled from the other side of Eros.

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