Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
Logan
I looked up when the balcony door to our room opened, revealing Spencer. He was wearing a pair of my sweatpants, and his upper body was bare, revealing his flat stomach and his narrow shoulders. He was still just as small as when I’d met him, and fuck, Ezra and I couldn’t get enough of him. But even though he was naturally thin, what we did hate was that he was losing weight he couldn’t afford to be losing.
We liked him small, but we didn’t want him becoming malnourished. And he was quickly headed down that path.
Fuck, I hated his job.
“Hey, pretty boy,” I said, reaching out to pull him to me. Once he was straddling my thighs on the sun lounger, I gripped the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine, kissing him softly and thoroughly. I knew he was still too tired for sex, so Ezra and I had gotten each other off in the shower earlier while he was still passed out on the hotel bed, spread eagle beneath the blankets.
Ezra had taken a picture of him when we’d gotten out because he’d been drooling, and honestly, it was the cutest fucking thing ever.
“Where’s Ezra?” Spencer asked once I finally freed his pretty mouth.
“He stepped out to get a case of beer,” I said, nuzzling Spencer’s neck. When I reached a particularly sensitive spot, he softly moaned, rocking his hips against me. I smirked against his skin, my hands sliding from his waist to grip his tight ass. He whimpered. “Someone’s needy,” I murmured.
“ Mhm ,” he hummed, rocking into me again. “Logan, stop teasing me.”
“Fuck, I love it when I walk up on you two like this,” Ezra growled as he suddenly appeared on the balcony. Straddling my legs on the lounger, he leaned in and began teasing the other side of Spencer’s neck, both of us wreaking havoc on his pretty little body. “Such a needy baby.”
“ Ughn ,” Spencer whined, trying to get friction. But I wasn’t releasing his ass, which meant he couldn’t thrust his cock against me. But Ezra put our husband out of his misery, slipping his hand into the front of the sweatpants Spencer was wearing to circle his hand around Spencer’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re leaking already,” Ezra rasped, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Spencer’s neck. Spencer moaned, tilting his head to give Ezra more access. I growled softly and slid a hand up his back to his hair, gripping a handful to hold his head in place. He whined, and when I loosened my grip on his ass, he immediately began rolling his hips so he could fuck himself into Ezra’s fist.
“You’re so pretty like this,” I rasped. “Look at you. We’ve barely even touched you, and you already look so fucked out for us.”
I leaned back against the lounger, then released his other ass cheek, lifting my hand to his lips. “Suck, pretty boy,” I growled. When he opened his mouth obediently for me, I slid two fingers inside. “Get them nice and wet for me.”
He swirled his tongue around the digits, letting his saliva coat them instead of swallowing it. When he opened his mouth, I removed my fingers, then slid them into the back of his sweats, probing at his entrance. He gasped when I slipped my fingers inside of him, his dark eyes rolling back in his skull as he arched his back.
“Whatever you’re doing has him fucking about to cum,” Ezra told me, his voice strangled. He dragged his teeth along our boy’s shoulder. “Come on, baby. Give us what we want. Fuck my fist. Soak my hand in your cum so Logan and I can lick it off. Let us see you fall apart for us.”
“You’re so fucking good for us,” I rasped, my cock straining. But I ignored it. Once he had a bit more rest, Ezra and I would fuck him good and hard. But not until then. This moment here was just for him. So he could relax and just so he could get off. “Such a good boy, pretty boy. Fuck, I love watching you like this. I love you . We love you. Come on. Come on my fingers, pretty boy.”
I stroked over his prostate once, twice, three times, and then, he was crying out, his head falling back to rest on Ezra’s broad shoulder as he came, soaking the front of the sweatpants he was wearing and Ezra’s fist. Ezra gripped his chin with his free hand and turned Spencer’s face to him so he could kiss him, licking into Spencer’s open mouth with a neediness I knew, understood, and loved to watch.
Because fuck , Ezra and Spencer were so goddamn beautiful together.
Gripping Ezra’s fist, I pulled it from the band of Spencer’s pants and leaned in, licking the cum off his fingers. Both my men moaned, and Ezra turned his head, his eyes narrowed as he watched me suck the cum from his fingers and lick it off his palm.
“You’re killing me,” Ezra growled.
Spencer’s lids were already fluttering, sleep tugging at him again. I wasn’t even sure if he was aware of what I was doing. He was one hundred percent cum drunk and sleepy, just how Ezra and I wanted him.
“Later,” I promised him.
Ezra huffed but nodded, turning his head to focus his attention back on our husband. He cupped Spencer’s face lovingly, his eyes softening. “Time to get you back to bed, baby,” he murmured.
Spencer shook his head. “Sleep right here,” he muttered.
Ezra and I didn’t protest. Instead, I wrapped my arms around Spencer and pulled him down to my chest. He snuggled into me, and Ezra squeezed himself in beside me on the lounger, wrapping his arm around both me and Spencer. Leaning in over the top of Spencer’s head, he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so soft, my chest ached.
“You’re such a good fucking man,” Ezra whispered since Spencer was already lightly snoring.
My throat felt too tight to speak, and when I swallowed, it was audible. Ezra held my gaze, but he wasn’t expecting me to say anything. When he said things like that to me, he never expected a word in return.
Somehow, Ezra always knew when I needed to hear those words. To know I was doing the right thing by him and Spencer. That I was wanted and loved and they needed me. Because fuck , I needed my husbands to need me.
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against Ezra’s, soaking in this moment. His hand curled around my bicep, and he gently squeezed, saying everything he wasn’t putting into words.
“I love you,” I rasped.
Ezra nodded and stroked his hand over my arm. “I know, baby,” he said softly. “We both know. And we love you.” He turned his head, his eyes meeting mine. “ I love you .”
I pressed my lips to his, hating the tears that burned in my eyes. But I also knew they were a sign of healing. I was always healing the boy in me who’d been neglected and unloved and unwanted. But somehow, I’d gotten lucky enough to not only fall in love with one incredible man but two , both of whom loved me back. And somehow, through them, I also got a man who loved me like I was his own son, and a few years ago, that man had brought two other men into our family of four that had taken me in and loved me, too.
I wasn’t sure if I deserved it all, but I knew I’d never do anything to lose it.