Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Zeppelin
A light knock sounded on our hotel room door. Grunting, I lifted my head from my pillow, squinting to see who was bothering us in the middle of the day. Eros opened the door, and he smiled, stepping aside to reveal the boys. Groaning, I sat up and shoved my hair back off my face, then rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“Hey,” I greeted, yawning and stretching. My back and shoulder popped, and I rolled my neck around. “What’s up?”
“Is Dad around?” Spencer asked, sliding his hands into the pockets of his white lounge pants. They’d obviously gone to shower and change after the heart-to-heart we’d all had on the beach. Logan had donned a sleeveless top with ripped sides, revealing all the ink on his torso, and a pair of black cargo shorts. Ezra was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a long sleeve white shirt. The three of them were dressed so at odds with each other, but it worked—weirdly.
“Here,” Jaxon said, coming in from the balcony holding a crime novel in his hand. He tossed the book onto the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed. “What’s up, kid?”
“I need to borrow your laptop,” Spencer said, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. “I need to type up a letter of resignation and send it to human resources.”
The room was quiet for a long moment while we all let that bomb dissolve in our brains, and then, Jaxon nodded. “Sure.” He moved to get up, but Eros was already digging Jaxon’s laptop out of his bag and handing it to Spencer. “We didn’t mean to pressure you—” Jaxon started.
Spencer shook his head, taking the seat Logan pulled out for him at the desk in the corner of the room. “You didn’t. None of you did. Ezra and Logan just opened my eyes to something, and now that I’m… aware, I guess you could say, I want to go ahead and send in my resignation.”
Logan dropped onto the end of the bed and fell back with a loud groan. Ezra stayed beside Spencer, his hand resting on his shoulder. I nudged Logan with my foot, shooting him a disgruntled look. “This isn’t your bed, fucker.”
“There’s no other seating, asshole,” Logan retorted.
I rolled my eyes. “You know we fuck on this bed?”
Logan shrugged. “So did lots of people before you. Also, if you’d fucked on it today, the room would still smell like sex. And it doesn’t, so the sheets have been changed.” He shot me a finger gun without opening his eyes. “Got you.” Lowering his arm, he rested it behind his head, getting comfortable.
The little shit.
“Sex doesn’t always involve shoving my dick inside your father-in-law.”
Logan shrugged. “Jaxon’s cum stains don’t bother me, Zep.”
I huffed a laugh. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
Logan cackled. “You don’t take anything up the ass, Zep, so…”
I’d never made it some kind of secret that I didn’t bottom. Ever. And I didn’t think I ever would, honestly. But as long as Eros and Jaxon were okay with that, which they were, that was all I cared about. So, Logan could send those kinds of shots all day long. They didn’t bother me.
“Yeah, but you’re a whore for it.”
“You two wear on my nerves,” Jaxon sighed before Logan could open his mouth. Jaxon cut me a sharp look—that Dad look. The one that always got me fucking hot and bothered and ready to bend him over the nearest surface. “Did I marry an adult or a child?”
I grinned at him. “I mean, when you give me that Dad look…”
Eros laughed and settled behind Jaxon on the bed, pulling our man into his arms so Jaxon rested against his chest. “Don’t get huffy, baby,” Eros said, pressing a kiss to the top of Jaxon’s head. “He’s not wrong. That Dad look is totally hot.”
Spencer groaned, his eyes not leaving the laptop as his fingers flew over the keys. “Can we not talk about my dad’s faces being hot? It’s weird.”
Logan laughed. “Not our fault you have a hot dad, pretty boy.”
I kicked Logan so hard in the hip, he toppled off the bed with a loud thud. Ezra rolled his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing, and Spencer spun around in alarm, sighing heavily when he saw it was just his pain in the ass husband on the floor.
“You had that coming,” Spencer told Logan.
Logan sat up with one knee bent, draping his arm over it as he aimed a cocky smile at Spencer. “I mean, his son is just as hot, too.” He winked. Spencer’s cheeks heated adorably. “If you look like Jaxon does when you get old, pretty boy, I’m going to tie you to the bed and never let you leave. The entire male population will be after you.”
Jaxon grunted, and when I glanced at him, his face was… disgruntled. “I’m not fucking old.”
I moved over so my head was resting on his thigh, smiling at up him. “You are, Jax baby, but it’s okay. I’ve got a thing for hot, older men.”
Spencer mimed gagging, turning to face the laptop again. Jaxon frowned down at me, but the frown didn’t reach his beautiful eyes, which were pure liquid warmth and need.
“Why don’t you take that laptop and head back to your room?” Eros suggested, his gaze heated as he looked between me and our man. “We’ll text with a time for dinner.”
Spencer quickly stood, making a pained, disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “Say no more. I’m going. God, I hate this family sometimes.”
Jaxon’s cheeks heated, but when he parted his mouth to say something to Spencer, more than likely an apology, I shoved two fingers inside, my cock hardening when he obediently wrapped his lips around them and sucked without me ever having to say a word.
“Good boy,” I growled. As soon as the door shut behind Logan, Spencer, and Ezra, I pounced, pulling my fingers from his mouth and crashing our lips together. He moaned into my mouth, parting his sweet lips for me without hesitation, already knowing what I wanted from him without me having to ask.
He was fucking made for us.
A needy little whimper spilled past his lips when Eros shoved his hand inside the waistband of Jaxon’s sweats, circling his hand around our man’s leaking cock. My grin was feral when I pulled back to watch. “You going to come for us, Jax baby?” I asked, my voice low and gravelly.
Jaxon nodded, his breathing already quickening as he leaned his head back on Eros’s shoulder. With his free hand, Eros gripped Jaxon’s chin and turned his head, pressing their lips together. Leaning in, I began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jaxon’s shoulders and chest, loving the taste of his sunbaked skin on my tongue.
“I’m not going to last,” Jaxon panted. “F-f-fuck. How do you two do this so fucking fast ?”
“Teamwork,” I rumbled. He made a sound that was a mix between a whine and a moan, and it shot straight to my aching cock. I circled my tongue around his nipple. “Come for us, Jax.”
When I sank my teeth into the sensitive bud, Jaxon cried out, his hips arching off the bed as he flooded his pants and Eros’s hand. Eros groaned into Jaxon’s mouth as he kissed him again, slowly working him down. When he pulled his hand from Jaxon’s ruined sweats, I snatched his wrist and lifted his palm to my mouth, licking the cum off his fingers.
Our eyes met over Jaxon’s head, and Eros groaned, his lids fluttering.
“You two are so fucking pretty together,” I murmured before deepthroating three of his fingers and swirling my tongue around them, moaning as the flavor of Jaxon’s cum exploded over my tastebuds.