Page 86 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
He frowned. "Youneversleep? So, you don't dream?"
Oz shook his head and Porter's frown deepened. He had no idea how it must feel to never dream. Sleep was the one place that had allowed Porter to escape the world when things were at their most bleak. He found himself rubbing Ozni's chest.
"It's fine." Oz wrapped an arm around Porter and held him close. "I don't mind."
Porter glanced up at him and Ozni gave him the softest smile he had ever seen. He nuzzled against the vampire and clung to him. Porter hoped what Oz said was true. At least he had them if he ever wanted to escape. Between the five of them, someone was sure to occupy the vampire’s mind.
Foi walked over, water dripping off of his body. He chugged from a bottle of water before he burped and wiped his arm across his mouth.
"Can you at least pretend to have even a sliver of manners?" Jaygen snapped. "Disgusting."
Foi kissed toward him and grinned. "Let me be myself."
"No." Jaygen sighed and sat up. "We have dinner in a short while. I've made reservations at a nice place and we're all going to get dressed, look nice, and have a great evening." His eyes narrowed at Foi. "And I do mean all of us."
Foi growled. "Fuck off. You're always blaming me for shit and I haven't even done anything yet."
"Yet," Cyrus laughed.
"You fuck off too." He plopped down onto the towel next to Porter. "I'm always getting in trouble."
Porter wrapped his legs around Foi's waist. "And who's to blame for that?" Foi growled and he chuckled. "I think you and Cy are tied for getting yourselves in trouble."
"Hey! Don't bring me into this," Cyrus huffed. "I learned my lesson already. From here on out, there's nothing but good behavior."
"Is that so?" Jaygen asked, raising a brow. "Because I'd hate to have to restrict you again."
Cyrus swallowed thickly and clung to Ozni before burying his head in the vampire's side. Oz stroked his fingers through his hair and Porter shook his head.
"Stop terrorizing him, Jaygen." Porter turned back to Foi and pulled the man closer using his thighs. "You don't want to get all dressed up and go out to eat? What if there's some really juicy steaks?"
Foi's brow shot up. "Go on."
"Food-motivated as usual," Cyrus snickered.
"Shut it." Foi glanced at Porter. "I still don't want to wear anything fancy. Why can't I have jeans and a t-shirt?"
"Disgusting," Jaygen sighed. "You are a constant disappointment."
Foi tried to jump up, but Porter tightened his thighs and the man calmed back down. Instead, he glared daggers at Jaygen. Porter sat up and patted Foi on the cheek affectionately.
"Hey, if you wear nice clothes and pretend you have manners for the night, I'll give you a reward when we get back from dinner."
"Reward?" Foi grinned. "What kind of reward?"
"God, I can practically see you with a wagging tail already." Porter chuckled. "It's a surprise. You'll have to earn it."
Foi groaned. "Fine, I'll wear the fancy shit and do the fancy things."
"Good boy." Porter petted his head and the man melted against his palm.
"If everyone's done swimming, we should head back to the house." Jaygen tucked his tablet away and stood up, making all of them stare at his half-naked body in nothing but his dark blue swim trunks. "What?"
"We're all staring because you're hot," Cyrus said before he licked his lips.
Jaygen rolled his eyes, but Porter saw the faintest hint of a smile in the corners of his lips. "Get going."
"Yes, Sir," Porter purred. "Anything you say."
