"You. Go. First," he grinds out.
A few more strokes, and my balls hitch as a giant wave of pleasure washes over me. I erupt all over myself. Clayton's eyes are ravenous, his thrusting even harder as he swipes his thick fingers through the gooey mess and lifts them to within a few inches of my mouth.
I grab his wrist and inhale them, sucking off my salty release from his digits with the same abandon I sucked his dick earlier.
The sight of it sendshimover the edge, hips bucking wildly, his face contorting in blissful agony as he roars through his orgasm.
"Hey. Shh, shh, shh," I whisper, covering his mouth. "We don't want everyone on board"—or in the marina—"hearing you, do we?"
He collapses on top of me in a sweaty, satisfied heap. "Sorry," he pants. "That was just so fucking incredible. Couldn't help myself."
"That's okay." I sweep a few strands of sweat-matted hair off his face. "You had no way of knowing how good I am."
"You're not just good, baby," he says, struggling to talk, barely able to breathe. "You're the fucking best."
EPILOGUE
Three months later…
Clayton
"Here's to new friends and new beginnings," Leo says, lifting his glass.
Rove, Vaughn, and I raise ours as well, the clinks mingling with the soft lapping of water. In what's become a weekly tradition, we're enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon together, sitting on the upper deck of my yacht in what has to be the world's most secure marina.
Not that there's an active security threat anymore. Davi may be a psycho, but he's at least smart enough not to go against my uncle. Vaughn still doesn't venture out, apart from his monthly trip to send money and supplies to his family back home, but he has loosened up a lot around here.
Mabel has started crawling, which means I may have gone a little OTT and purchased playpens to keep her safe—hello, we're on a boat!—and placed one in every single room.
"Did you hear that?" Rove asks, bringing a hand to his ear and straining.
We all listen for a moment.
"I don't hear anything," Vaughn says.
"Neither do I," I add.
"Really?" Rove says, still leaning over to listen. "You guys don't hear…wedding bells?"
I do hear Leo groan loudly as Vaughn's gaze catches mine. We smile at each other, doing that silent talking thing couples do.You answer. No, you answer.
"Please ignore him." Leo fills in the silence. "He's been practicing that bit all morning."
"Your acting chops are a little rusty, mate," I tease him, grinning.
"In my defense, I did action movies, not Shakespeare."
The four of us laugh.
An expectant silence ensues, like Rove is still holding out hope one of us will cave.
Eventually, one of us does.
Me.
"I'm not sure about marriage, but I know that I love Vaughn, and he loves me. The three of us are becoming a family. Why put it into a box and stamp it with a label of marriage? I don't even label my sexuality. A friend I haven't spoken to in years called the other day, and as I was telling him about my new life up here, he asked, 'So, does that mean you're bi?' He was asking so that he could be supportive and respectful, but it made me realizeIdon't have a word for it. I love who I love, that's it," I say with a shrug.
"That's very cool," Leo says, smiling warmly and lifting his glass my way.
