Page 31 of First Class Feelings

“No fucking way! That’s where we live too.”

“Really? That’s a wild coincidence then.” He strokes his jaw where I can see some stubble. “Anyway, this is one of my residences. I have to come out here for business a few times a year. I bring Edward with me since he loves the water and my mother’s restaurant. He told me you two met there.”

My jaw drops. “You can’t be serious. There’s no way she’s your mom. I met her granddaughter at the hotel yesterday. It’s like I’m getting the whole family introduction, just in separate places.”

“You kind of are. That would be my niece that you met. She’s a sweetheart. My sister runs things down at the marina, so you might even see her when we get back. It’s anyone’s guess since she usually prefers to be on the water.”

“So your family lives here, but you’re in Bellport? Is that right?”

He nods. “Yeah. They fell in love with the area on our first visit. It’s yet another reason I come so much. Video calls are great, but Mom’s cooking deserves an in-person visit.”

“That makes sense.”

“Tell me more about you. Do you have any siblings or anything? I can’t believe we’ve never run into each other.”

I lean back, my eyes sweeping over the two boys playing together across the room. Foster is clearly enjoying himself, which makes me feel like this was the right choice.

“I have a brother who plays professional baseball in Bellport. It’s just us two. Neither of us have kids, and our parents passed, unfortunately.”

As if he knows I’m talking about him, my brother’s ringtone echoes through the room. The boys turn my way, eyes wide as if the sound pulled them out of play.

“Sorry, boys,” I say as I swipe to answer. “Hey, brother.”

“Don’t you ‘hey, brother’ me, you little shit. I’ve been texting you for days with no answer.”

I shake my head and give Bram an amused look. He nods in understanding. Siblings are a handful and a half.

“Who are you looking at? And where are you? Did you decide to go on a cruise instead?” His face moves closer to the camera, as if he’s trying to zoom into the background.

“Chill. Geesh. I’m on a boat, yes, but not a cruise. We made friends on the trip, and they invited us out on their yacht.”

“Ugh! I hate that word. It makes me sound pretentious,” Bram groans.

“We?! We?! There’s a lot you aren’t telling me. I have to go get ready for a game, but I expect a full breakdown when you’re back.”

I nod at the camera. “Will do. Good luck. I know you’ll kill it.”

The tension leaves him as a smirk replaces his high energy from before. “Yeah, I will. I can’t wait to show these fuckers who’s boss.”

With that, he ends the call, throwing me back into the present with Bram, Edward, and Foster. They’re all watching me with varying degrees of amusement.

“He’s a mess and then some. Please ignore him,” I tell the group.

“Seems like he is something, alright.” Bram’s gaze doesn’t meet mine as he says it, and I wonder if maybe I misread him before. Is he really only helping Edward as a friend instead of wanting more? Could he possibly have interest in someone else instead? It’s far too complicated for me to ponder over.

As I’m lost in thought, my little one shuffles over on hands and knees until he’s between my legs. He leans forward stretching to ease his upper body across my lap.

“Snack time?” he asks sweetly.

I turn to Bram, who nods in reply. “Sure thing, little one. Let’s go see what they have.”

Tugging him to stand, I move over to the kitchen area. There are containers across the countertop, along with various types of drinkware. I’ve already memorized my boy’s answers to the form, so I don’t hesitate to get a bottle, some juice to fill it with, and a pack of powdered donuts.

Maybe not the healthiest snack, but it will do today. We can always have some veggies and fruit later when we’ve made it back to the hotel.

Once I have it all ready, I take Foster’s hand to lead him to the couch. Bram is now on a chair near Edward, which leaves plenty of room for us to spread out. I sit first, then pull my boy down to lay across me.

He eats the donuts I hand feed him one by one, his gaze unfocused and his body relaxed. When that’s all gone, I bring the bottle to his lips. Just like he has with everything else, he takes to it naturally. Each heavy suck of the nipple has my cock aching beneath him. I know he feels it too, because he wiggles a bit as he drinks, his gaze never meeting mine.

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