Page 66 of Lucky Boys
Wes: I fail to see the correlation there.
Fuck, I wished he were here right now. I couldn’t wait for him to finally fully come on board, and then we’d never have these periods away from each other again.
Luca: I fucking love you
The response was almost instant.
Wes: I love you too.
Wes and I spoke for a little bit longer, until the exhaustion finally took over and I told him goodbye. It didn’t take much longer for sleep to overtake me.
Noise on the staircase had me smiling to myself as I flipped the bacon. My men were finally up. Well, besides Skye, who had gotten up even before I’d managed to roll out of bed to get a workout in.
I had woken up feeling relaxed and peaceful. All was right in my world. I was also horny as fuck, but that was probably because Brooks’s naked ass had been rubbing against my dick all night. I’d been so tempted to just push in that tight, little hole and get some relief, but somnophilia was one of those things you needed to talk about first. A discussion that would happen today, job be damned. I needed things settled with my boy.
Speaking of, Brooks stumbled into the kitchen, still looking half asleep. His bleached hair stood in all different directions and he still had marks on the side of his face from the pillow. He must’ve stopped in his room because he had on a pair of hot pink boxer briefs with little axolotls on it. That was it—that was all he was wearing. The underwear was so tight, I could see the imprint of his piercing through it. Holy fuck.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Mornin’. Did we bring any energy drinks?”
I ignored that because we hadn’t, and as long as things went the way I hoped they would, I planned to limit his consumption of those things. I pointed the spatula toward his bulge. “Are you trying to drive us all crazy first thing?”
He tilted his head, looking confused. “Huh?”
“That underwear, if we can even call it that. We’re never going to get anything done with you walking around the house like that.”
Brooks’s eyes sparkled. “Is that a bad thing?”
I lowered the heat on the stove and walked around the table to where Brooks was standing. I boxed him in against the counter and lowered my face so it was inches away from his. I leaned forward so our bodies were touching and pressed mypartially hard dick against his front. “If we want to get paid for this job, then yes.”
Brooks’s teeth caught in his lip ring. “You’re rich, right? We’ll be fine.”
A laugh escaped me, and I bit that jutting lip a lot hard than he was. “No wonder Maverick calls you brat.”
Brooks just sucked in a breath, looking ready to combust. I reluctantly stepped back.
“No more distractions, trouble. I ought to spank you for teasing me like this.”
Brooks just beamed. “I don’t see the issue.”
I rolled my eyes. “Go set the table. We need to eat, and then Diego should be calling us with an update in about an hour.”
At the mention of his brother, Brooks jumped up and went to the cabinet to grab some plates. “Yes, sir! I wonder how Diego did last night. He doesn’t sleep well alone.”
“If you want to speak to him for a few minutes privately before we get to business, you can. I know you two aren’t used to being separated.”
“Yeah, it’s weird. Even sleeping in the middle of the best puppy pile ever, it felt like something was missing last night. Which is even weirder because D doesn’t cuddle, but still.”
“It makes sense. It’s been just the two of you for years. But we’ll be back together soon.”
Brooks frowned. “Yeah, I just hope D lets Wes be there for him.”
I snorted. “Wes doesn’t give up easily, sweetheart. He won’t let Diego fall.”
Brooks seemed to consider that as he finished setting the table and then poured himself some juice. I had just placed the food down when Maverick and Skye wandered in. Both of them were wet, like they’d showered, and had that after sex glow about them. I grinned.
Brooks, of course, caught on as well and pouted at me. “That’s not fair. How come they got to fuck but you wouldn’t touch me? I even wore my favorite underwear.”
