Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Beautiful little cocksucker,” Walker murmured huskily.
Lane whimpered and eased back, connected to Walker’s cock by only a string of saliva. I pushed him back and joined him, kissing him, sucking cock, sharing Walker’s cock with my boy, sliding my tongue along Walker, making out with Lane, getting fueled by his sounds—
“We should stop.” Walker hauled in a breath and pulled back. “Jesus Christ, you two. Ty, have you told Lane where we’re off to?”
“No.” I scrubbed a hand over my mouth and jaw, then immediately stole a kiss from Lane. I wasn’t ready to slow down, for fuck’s sake. We’d only just gotten started.
“Hedonists, I swear.” Walker chuckled and tucked himself back into his pants. “Boys, follow us. There’s a Jacuzzi with our names on it.”
“Oh my God, yes.” Lane was thrilled.
Fine—discipline. It was a thing. I could learn.
In Macklin’s cabin, the Master took care of towels and water-resistant lube. The boys tried not to freeze their asses off being naked and having just run through snow, and I covered the essentials—I grabbed the bottle of gin I’d put in Macklin’s freezer.
Then we hurried outside again, crossed the lawn, passed the covered pool, and darted up on the deck where I hurriedly grabbed on to Lane’s arm before he could slip and fall on his cute ass.
“Easy there, darlin’. Only one bruisin’ your ass is me.”
“I’m too cold to laugh at your super-funny jokes, Daddy,” he replied shakily. “Holy fuck, remove the cover from the tub—I’m jumping in!”
“Maybe you boys should’ve thought about the weather before you threw off your clothes,” I noted.
That earned me glares from two offended boys.
“Sometimes I don’t see the difference between a brat and a Sadist, sweetheart.” Walker smirked at me as he removed the hot tub cover, which sent a wide plume of steam into the frigid air.
He set the jets to…I guessed it was medium. The water moved but didn’t make that annoying bubbly sound.
“Good thing I’m neither.” I smirked right back and set the gin bottle on the edge of the pool. Fuck me, this was gonna be good. I unbuttoned my shirt as Macklin and Lane climbed into the water with satisfied groans.
“Let’s make a rule,” Lane said. “Our shoulders have to be submerged at all times.”
Uh-huh.
“You rookie.” Macklin shook his head. “You say something like that, and the D-types will hold you up like Baby in Dirty Dancing.”
Walker and I laughed.
As I removed my shoes, I gathered some snow off the patio and discreetly left a snowball behind the gin bottle. Then I shed the rest of my clothes and shivered at the cold before I joined the boys. Oh, fuck yeah. Oh yeah, that was perfectly hot.
The sensor-driven light by the patio doors evidently didn’t reach the hot tub area, so right before Walker climbed in, darkness fell over us. Save for a faint purple glow coming from the club that filtered through the tinted doors. Aside from the muted thumping of music, we didn’t hear much either.
“Cozy.” Lane swam over to me, and I gladly pulled him into my arms.
These seats were really fucking comfy. It was a spacious tub too, with room for probably six people.
They were even more comfy when I had my gorgeous boy on my lap. I nuzzled our noses together, and he smiled.
“You’re so hot that it hurts,” he whispered. “And you make my heart happy.”
Funny, I could say the same thing. “Ditto, baby.”
“Ditto, baby,” he echoed with a silly grin. “Maybe I wanna call you baby too sometimes? Or honey or sweetheart or Swamp King?”
I chuckled and kissed him softly. “I like three of those. The fourth might earn you a spankin’.”
“Tempti—”
“Lube, anyone?” Walker asked.
I coughed to hide my laugh and peered at him over Lane’s shoulder. “We’re sharin’ a highly romantic moment over here.”
“Then you definitely need lube,” Macklin laughed. “Is that the sticky tentacle lube, Master?”
“You bet.” Walker ushered his boy over to us, and I raised my brows, confused. Did he have a lube that sported tentacles or what? “It’s just difficult to wash off,” he explained to me. Ah. That explained the amused look in his eyes. “But by all means, we can wait till you’ve romanced each other.”
I grinned and shook my head. “Fork it over—actually, Macklin, you can slick up Lane’s asshole. You seem good at it.”
“I’m glad I have this air of being good at lubing people up.” He came up behind Lane and kissed his neck. But it was with me he maintained eye contact, and he stole my focus. Lane’s focus too—with his fingers and mouth. I heard Lane’s moan but saw only the heat in Macklin’s expression.
He was a seductive little shit, wasn’t he?
I remembered his playful flirting in Florida, before he’d found out Walker was on his way down.
Macklin was straightforward, very sexual, and had a body made for fucking. I’d been more guarded in Florida, not to mention distracted by all that was Lane, but things had changed now. I wanted to get closer.