“You literally cut them in half and suck the juice out for hours. It's vile.”
“It’s delicious.”
“It gives you heartburn,” he growls, his face suddenly going serious. “And your heart is too fucking precious to burn, so knock it off.” Driving the point home, he pokes his in finger my chest. “It’s an abomination, and it’s enough now. No more. I won’t stand for it.” I don’t have a response to that, because it’s probably the sweetest thing he’s ever said to me.
“Little Dick,” I whisper, my voice sounding like a love-sick fool. And Jesus fuckin’ Christ, the way I just made him blush makes my heart slam harder.
“You may not stand for it, but I bet you’ll kneel,” Bubba says, walking into the living room with a trove of sheets and blankets, slapping Ezra’s ass as he walks by. It’s just the three of us now, the way I wanted it to be earlier. The way it’s going to be in just a few minutes when we head upstairs to bed. He kisses Ezra’s forehead. “Sorry I had to rushoff, baby. I didn’t mean to leave you on your own.” He slaps Ezra’s ass again, gentler this time, letting his palm linger, and Ezra arches his back, leaning into the touch.
“That’s assault, and assault isn’t cute, Daddy,” Ezra pouts, but there ain’t much truth in his voice.
“Maybe not, but your ass sure is,” Bubba says, making Ezra’s cheeks blush.
“Shut up,” he says, whirling around on his heel and grabbing a set of sheets from the linen closet. He tosses the sheets at me and throws his hands in the air dramatically. “I didn’t sign up to be a hotel housekeeper. I don’t even make my own bed.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say, my voice a little sterner than before. “I’m the one who has to make it every day.”
“You only do that because you like to sniff the spot where my dick was pressed against the sheets all night. It’s fucking feral, Johnny.” He licks his lips. “I love that about you.”
I blush. Can’t help it. “Do not.”
“Do too.” His lips touch mine, ever so gently, and only for a moment. “Keep doing it. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You think so?”
“It gets me hard,sir,” he whispers. “Watching you breathe the scent of my balls gets my cock so hard it could break a board.”
My own cock twitches in response. “Fuck. Ezra.” I reach down and flick his bulge. “Baby, you couldn’t even break a hymen with that thing.”
He whimpers. Fuck, yeah.
Half an hour later, the house is quiet and all is calm. We’re all in bed, and Ezra is cuddled up in Bubba’s arms, but he’s facing me. Bubba has his hand around Ezra’s cock, casually stroking the half-hard dick with no real goal of completion. He’s just touching it because it’s there.
“Johnny?” Ezra says.
“Yeah, Little Dick?”
“Tomorrow,” he says, sounding all tuckered out. He closes his eyes and yawns, his mouth opening so wide I can see every tooth in his skull. When he’s done, he blinks and smiles up at me. “Tomorrow, I’m going to tell you something.” He guides Bubba’s hand away from his cock and places it over his heart. “I’m gonna tell you both something that’ll knock your socks off.”
My jaw trembles, because holy shit. I might not be the smartest man in the world, but from the tone in his voice, I think I might know what he wants to say, but he can’t mean it, can he? Maybe about Bubba, but not me. “You are?”
“Yeah.”
Bubba kisses the back of Ezra’s head, but his eyes are locked on me. “We might say it back.” As he cradles Ezra close, he holds an arm out for me, urging me closer. I scoot forward, closing the few inches still separating me from them, and I wrap my arms around them both.
God help me, I think Barbara may be right. I’m pretty sure I’m falling for Johnny. I've definitely fallen for Bubba, and who could blame me? I mean, look at the guy. His long blond beard is both soft and scratchy at the same time, tickling my neck. His beautiful blue eyes are hidden from me now, but they’re like looking into the center of an icy sea, all coolness and warmthmingling perfectly. And those lips. Mother of fuck, his lips are divine. I lift my thumb and gently trace the curve, smiling when he flinches in his sleep, only to completely relax again when I cup his cheek.
“Ezzy,” he whispers, but I don’t think I’ve woken him. I think he just knows my touch by heart.
I’m cocooned between them, arms and legs flailed every which way, tangled and twisted together like an oversized pretzel. Good. I like it this way. I like being wrapped up in their arms, because when I’m here in the sacred space of our shared bed, nothing and no one can touch me.
Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for my bladder, as I've been practically bursting for a wee. It’s going to be tricky to worm my way out from between them, but I’m always up for a challenge. My escape is difficult, involving movements that could put a licensed contortionist to shame, if contortionist licenses are a thing. I twist and turn, untangling my limbs from the men I adore. The men I—
Yes, well.
Once I’m up, I linger a moment longer than I should, staring at my daddies as they wade through dreamland, unaware of my absence. I lean down and give Bubba a kiss on the forehead, because it’s right there, and because I feel like it. He crinkles his nose in this adorable way that makes my heart hum. I move to Johnny’s side of the bed next, surprised to see his eyes open, smiling up at me. There’s a tent beneath the blanket, and I lick my lips instinctively like I’m readying them for him. His cock is fully hard, standing straight up.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks.
