Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“He is. It’s remarkable, really. He’s good with his hands. I’m hoping it will give him the confidence to do more of this kind of work. It makes him happy.” I’d love for him to end up in a career doing it.
“I figure you and Jordan do that as well.”
“We do.”
“So why do you look like you’re trying to work through something?”
Goddamned perceptive Doms. Now I understood why it frustrated my boys so much. “Jordan…he’s very close with his grandmother. She took him in when his mom couldn’t be bothered, but she doesn’t approve…”
“Of the three of you?”
“Of me.” I had to admit that hurt.
“No offense to his grandmother, but she doesn’t have to.”
I cocked a brow. “Would you have said that about you and Finley? I seem to recall you being willing to let him leave you.”
“That was different.”
I chuckled. “Of course it was.”
We watched them for a moment, the three of them laughing and swimming together.
“Prove her wrong,” Aidan said, as if it were that simple. “She’ll learn to accept it, and if she doesn’t, that’s okay. Jordan will still be your boy.”
“You sure are full of advice nowadays.” When he shrugged, I said, “You’re a lot like me in some ways. We can’t handle not being in control of certain things. Jordan is mine, so I want to make him happy. I don’t want anything to hurt him, especially if it has anything to do with me.”
“Then I guess you win her over. If anyone can do it, you can. Hell, you did with me.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” I’d basically steamrolled my way into a friendship with him.
“I have no doubt you’ll figure it out.”
I hoped he was right because the last thing I wanted was to come between them.
I didn’t want to think about that anymore today, though. We were here to have a good time with our friends. I was a little nervous about how Ian would do with being around Aidan and Finley, given how our relationship had changed since the last time we were all together, but I knew Jordan would thrive.
I turned to Aidan. “Remember how I told you Jordan likes to be watched?”
“Finley does too.”
We exchanged a look, and when Aidan nodded, I called out, “Kitten, take off your Speedo, please.”
The three of them paused, and Jordan’s eyes widened with excitement. “Fuck yes. Thank you, Daddy.” He tugged them off under the water and tossed them to the side of the pool.
“Should I?” Finley asked.
“Not yet, sweet boy,” Aidan replied.
Finley gave a very forced, “Yes, Sir.”
“Kitten, go inside and get Daddy a drink, please.”
All of us, Ian included, watched as Jordan took the stairs out of the pool. He was already chubbing up, apparently just at the idea of being naked for us, all eyes on him. Jordan was beautiful, and I couldn’t help basking in it before he disappeared into the house with a sly smile my way.
“Christ,” Aidan said.
“Yeah, I know.”
A moment later Jordan came out again, a glass of ice water in his hand. He walked over and stood in front of me. I didn’t take the drink right away. I leaned back in the chair, arms resting along the armrests, then reached out. With my finger, I drew a line up his shaft, toward the tip, a pearl of precum already there, waiting for me.
Jordan trembled.
“Isn’t he gorgeous, Aidan?”
“Yes. You’ve found yourself a pretty boy.”
“Two pretty boys,” I corrected.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Jordan turned to Aidan. “Thank you, Aidan.”
“You’re welcome, boy,” Aidan said as I licked the precum off my finger.
“Thank you, kitten.” I took the glass from him. “Why don’t you stay there for a moment so we can look at you?” Peeking around him, I added, “Ian?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come and admire our boy with me.”
Ian got out of the water. Aidan called Finley over too. Both of them were hard beneath their Speedos.
We all looked at Jordan as I alternated between stroking him and letting my finger slide along the velvet skin of his shaft. My cock was aching, a deep throb already settling in my balls.
“What do you think, Finley?” Aidan asked.
“He’s beautiful. I’ve always thought Jordan was beautiful. I like how he keeps himself shaved.”
Jordan’s cock spasmed. He preened under our attention.
“He is a pretty, pretty boy, David. Let’s see his ass.” Even though Jordan was mine, Aidan didn’t ask. He knew I would say no if I didn’t want it.
“Go on, kitten.”
His face was flushed pink, but not in embarrassment, I didn’t think. There was a thinly veiled hunger in his eyes, blended with pride.
Jordan turned, shook his ass for us, let us all admire him and tell him how sexy he was. He deserved this, to be worshipped this way.
I sat up, rubbed a hand down the curve of his ass, then pulled him closer and pressed my lips to his right ass cheek.