Page 19 of Lucky Boys
“Let me take care of that, baby,” Luca whispered.
Maverick kissed me softly, full of affection, before climbing to his feet, but I didn’t see or care where he was going because Luca’s hand tightened around my cock, and I wasn’t kidding—two pumps and I was shooting my load all over his hand.
We were both a mess and out of breath by the time I finished. Maverick came back with a thing of baby wipes and somehow managed to help both of us over to the love seat in the corner of Luca’s office. It wasn’t big enough for all three of us to sit, but the two of them squeezed in and I happily cuddled into their laps.
I never needed much aftercare, it was usually more for Luca, who was big into it, but I did fucking love snuggling into his chest and breathing in his smoky, whiskey scent. Both of mymen whispered sweet things to me, telling me how good I was as they took their time cleaning us up.
Once most of the stickiness was gone, I allowed my eyes to close and I started to drift. Mav’s fingers traced absent patterns on my legs while Luca held me tight and kissed up and down my neck and shoulders. Eventually, Luca kissed the top of my head. “Thank you.”
I shrugged, still feeling a little sleepy. I wondered if they’d mind if I took a little nap right here. “Don’t gotta thank me. We’re partners. That’s what we’re here for.”
“I love you, Skye. I don’t think I say it enough.”
I shrugged again. He didn’t need to say it. I knew. Though, it was still nice to hear. “Love you too. Love you too, Mav,” I added in case he was feeling left out.
Mav laughed huskily. “I know, baby. I love you both too.”
After we finished our chorus ofI love yous, we all drew quiet until Luca squeezed my shoulder. “C’mon, baby. Let’s head to bed.”
I wasn’t entirely sure how we got out of Luca’s office and to his room. We all had our own rooms, but most nights we ended up back here since he had the biggest bed. They’d even managed to put my underwear back on, but honestly it was all a blur. All I remembered was crawling into the center of Luca’s massive bed while my two men lay next to me, their bodies warm and comforting, until I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER 9
LUCA
The music blastingfrom the Foster’s home was so loud I could hear it from the street, where I’d parked my car. What were we, in an 80s movie, college house party? At least there was no one doing keg stands on the front lawn.
I shoved the small, wrapped box into the inside pocket of my coat and walked toward the loud, pulsing beat, trying desperately not to remember how old I was.
Still, every step closer to the house was a reminder that I wasn’t in my twenties anymore. Hell, I was barely in my 30s at this point, and I had no business being at a 21-year-old’s birthday party, even if he was a family friend and I’d been invited by his parents. The thoughts I had for Brooks didn’t belong in my mind, and I didn’t belong here.
I touched his gift through my coat. I should at least give him his present. Yes, that was what I would do. Drop it off and get the fuck out of here. Maybe go to the club and find someone to play with. Skye was on a mission, but there were plenty of willing subs and bottoms that could help me get out of my head for a while.
Satisfied with my plan, I reached the door. I doubted anyone would hear me knock, but it felt rude to just enter. Iraised my fist, only to come face-to-face with the object of my discomfort as the door opened.
“Luca!” Brooks yelled, his voice so loud and high-pitched, I could hear it over the music. “You came!”
Then my arms were full of a grown man as he threw himself at me. “Hi, trouble. Happy birthday. How much have you had to drink already?”
Brooks laughed and bounced up on his toes, but he didn’t let go of me. I was embarrassed of how good he felt in my arms, all warm and snuggly and smelling like a mix of tequila and vanilla that should be terrible but somehow just worked.
He finally pulled away with an eyeroll and allowed me to step into the house. He looked good. He was wearing a hot pink T-shirt that saidIt’s my 21stbirthday, bitchesin bold white letters matched with faded jeans that seemed to have more holes than fabric. He had on at least ten rainbow-colored, plastic necklaces. Some looked to be just beads. One had plastic 21 charms hanging off it. One had mini shot glasses, and at least two of them had mini penis charms. Okay then . . .
As usual, his left arm was lined with bracelets, but on his right, he had four of those paper wrist bands you got at bars and events. Dave had told me he was taking Brooks out at midnight with a few of his friends. He must’ve not taken them off.
His dark hair flew out in at least 100 different directions, which didn’t matter because of the sparkly tiara he wore that also said 21stbirthday on it.
He grinned and swayed and finally answered my question. “Not much today, I swear. Uncle Joey was tryna get me to have 21 shots, but Dad lost his shit.” Brooks laughed. “Which was good cause then I’d never have been awake for you to show up, which was the best birthday present ever!”
The boy sure knew how to melt my fucking heart. I took a breath and steeled myself. I needed to get the fuck out of here before I did something I’d regret. I dug in my pocket and fished out the present.
“I got something for you, trouble.”
Brooks smiled so sweetly, like he was genuinely surprised. “Really?” Then he wiggled his hands in a gimme gesture. “Can I open it now?”
I smiled. “Sure.”
Brooks tore through the paper, leaving shreds all over the floor in the front room of his parents’ house. He frowned for a second at the soft box that almost looked like a necklace box.
