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I cackled. “Are you telling me that you want toeatme?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jaxon groaned. He pointed a finger at me, giving me that hot as fuckdon’t play with melook that always made my dick hard. “Donotget him riled up.”

I winked at him. “Keep giving me that look, Jax baby, andyou’regoing to be the one gettingmeriled up.”

His lips parted, and his pupils dilated. Eros softly laughed. I licked my lips, running my eyes up and down my husband’s fine as fuck body. The man might have been in his early fifties, but he was fine as fuck.

“Can we not?” Ezra asked, his nose scrunching up.

Eros laughed. “If you think this is bad, just wait until we all get on the beach,” Eros warned him. “If you don’t want to hear purely filthy shit coming out of Zeppelin’s mouth, you’re going to need ear plugs.”

“If you get ear plugs,” Logan spoke up, lifting his mug of coffee to his lips as he looked at Ezra, “you’re going to miss out on all the dirty things I want to do to you and Spencer later this evening before dinner.”

“I need bleach for my ears,” Jaxon groaned, making us all laugh, including Spencer. And when Jaxon smiled at the sound of Spencer’s laughter, Eros and I looked at each other. He reached over and grabbed my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, that gesture saying everything he didn’t put into words.

We were going to make Spencer okay again, and in turn, we were going to make our husband okay again, too.

CHAPTER6

Ezra

Spencer’s laugh rang through my ears as Logan tossed him over his shoulder before rushing out into the water. Spencer lifted his head to avoid most of the spray of the salt water, his beautiful, dark eyes shining with happiness and contentment. I grinned and then laughed when Logan suddenly lifted him from his shoulder and threw him into the water as if he weighed nothing. Spencer went under with a curse of Logan’s name and a loud splash.

Setting my beer aside, I waded out into the water, coming to stand beside Logan as Spencer emerged from the water with Eros’s help. Eros checked to make sure he was okay before heading up toward the beach.

Wrapping an arm around Logan’s waist, I slipped my hand into the back pocket of his swim shorts, giving his ass a squeeze. Gripping my chin, he turned my head to face him and slanted his mouth across mine in a kiss that was as quick as it was hot.

“That was a dick move,” Spencer muttered as he swiped his hair back off his face. His muscles flexed in his arms and chest as he did so, drawing my eyes there. He might have been slim and now even underweight from working too much and not eating enough, but there was no denying the muscle definition he had.

“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me,” he teased, but his eyes glimmered with heat that had my body reacting in a way I really didn’t need it to while we were on a public beach and there were kids around.

“I do want to eat you,” I confessed, dropping my voice a few octaves so it wouldn’t carry. “And I will—later.”

“Christ,” Logan growled. He moved away from me and walked deeper into the water, grabbing Spencer’s wrist and tugging him along. Spencer tripped but quickly regained his footing. Logan tugged Spencer into his arms, Spencer’s back pressing to Logan’s front, and Spencer’s eyes widened. I grinned, following them out deeper into the blue water.

“Got a little problem?” I teased Logan.

“Little my fucking ass,” he snapped at me, but his tone was all teasing. I gripped Spencer’s hips, stepping up so he was sandwiched between us. His dick was hard, too, and it had mine responding, too. A shiver raced down Spencer’s spine, and he allowed some of his weight to lean into Logan.

“We can always skip a beach day and go back to our room,” Spencer suggested, his voice dropping a few octaves.

“Not yet.” When he pouted, I leaned down and softly kissed him, coaxing his pretty mouth apart so I could dip my tongue inside. “Soon, baby. Soon. I promise. For now, you need some vitamin D?—”

“I mean—” Logan started, cackling when I shot him a dark look.

“Realvitamin D,” I said. “Not vitamindick.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jaxon swore, coming up near us just as that came out of my mouth. Logan fell into a fit of laughter and buried his face in the back of Spencer’s damp neck. Spencer’s cheeks heated, and he groaned, dropping his head to my chest to hide his flaming face.

“Sorry, Dad,” Spencer muttered.

Jaxon sighed. “I think I’m cursed to always hear the worst part of your conversations.” He reached out and scrubbed a hand over Spencer’s damp, wavy hair. “Eros and Zeppelin are setting up for lunch if you three are hungry.”

“What’s for lunch?” Spencer asked, turning his head to look at Jaxon but not lifting his forehead from my chest.

“Food,” Jaxon replied. I snickered. Spencer finally lifted his head and rolled his eyes, his cheeks no longer as red as they’d been.

“Stop being such a dad,” Spencer told him, exasperated.

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