Looking down at the state of their clothing, Tristan muttered. “Can’t. I need a shower. I don’t think Jackson would be impressed if I smell like a cum factory.” Raising his gaze to meet his mate’s, his eyes brightened at the image that suddenly appeared in his mind. “Shower with me,” he whispered, brushing his lips against Heath’s.”
“Love to,” Heath said softly. Letting go of his mate’s tie, he reached down for Tristan’s cock and tucked it back into his mate’s pants before zipping them up. He glanced at the cum dripping onto the floor from the side of the desk and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
Pointing to the floor, Heath said, “Well, if they didn’t hear you shout out my name when you came, they’ll know it now when they see that.”
Following his mate’s finger, Tristan blushed at the sight. Smacking Heath on the chest, he said, “Just don’t stand there, get some paper towels. I’m not leaving it here for anyone to see.”
Bursting into laughter, Heath headed to the small kitchenette and grabbed a roll of paper towels. Handing them to Tristan, he said, “Babe…trust me…no one’s gonna care if your cum’s on the floor.”
Tearing a bunch of towels from the roll, Tristan started to wipe up the puddles of jism. Looking up at his mate,he said, “If it’s Reeve…then no…I doubt he’d give a shit…but what if my grandparents decide to stop by and see us?”
“Oh fuck!” Dropping to the floor, Heath grabbed the roll out of his mate’s hand and tore off a wad.
“By the way, I promised to bring you over to meet them,” Tristan announced, looking at his mate. “Is that okay?”
“That’s good,” Heath replied. “But you might not feel the same when my family insists on meeting you.”
“Why?”
“Because I have a big, fucking family and, unfortunately, they’re all a bunch of nosy assholes.” Gathering up the used paper towels, Heath threw them into the wastebasket before getting to his feet. Holding out his hand, he grinned. “C’mon…time for some wet fun.”
Chapter 7
Answering the knock on their bedroom door, Alex flung the door open, grinning at Smokey. “Do you know I have a hoard?”
“Nope…good to see you, Delicious Surprise.”
“Buttercup, I told you to wait for me,” Glenn growled, coming up behind his mate. Then seeing who was at their door, he grumbled, “Oh, it’s you.”
Shoving his elbow into Glenn’s gut, Alex scolded, “Is that any way to greet Smokey?”
“Yeah,” Smokey said, smirking. “How about a little respect?”
“Fuck off, asshole.”
Covering his swollen belly with his hands, Alex exclaimed, “Snow White! You know he can hear you!”
Rolling his eyes, Glenn muttered under his breath, then said, “Sorry.”
Rising up to his toes, Alex kissed Glenn’s cheek, then said, “That’s okay…luckily, my dragon covered our little one’s ears so he couldn’t hear you.”
“Is that Mac?” Sawyer asked, walking out of the bathroom.
“No, it’s Smokey,” Alex replied. Then turning to the bear, he asked, “Would you like to see the mating gift my brother gave us?”
“I don’t think…” Glenn started.
“I’d love to.” Brushing past a frowning Glenn, Smokey followed Alex into a sitting room, then stopped short when his eyes landed on…“Are they, uh…having sex?”
“Yup,” Glenn muttered behind him.
“No, they’re not,” Alex said.
“Ah…I think they are,” Smokey replied, his eyes tracing the bulging muscles of each man.
“They’re making love,” Alex clarified. “It’s Apollo and his two lovers.”
