Warm hands land on my hips, and I shriek at the unexpected contact. “Hell yeah, beautiful,” Caz says, rocking his hips suggestively as he thrusts back and forth against my ass. “Just like that, queenie.”
Straightening up, I fist the envelope and my silk robe in one hand, playfully shoving my husband away. “Someone’s horny.”
“We’re all horny,” Galen adds. “Just in case there’s any confusion.”
“I don’t know why we bothered bringing overnight bags,” Theo says. “Not when we’ll be naked for most of the time.”
“You guys have this all worked out, hmm?” I tease, laughing at Caz’s pout when I wrap my knee-length red silk robe around my body, tying the belt.
“Yes,” Caz replies. “And wearing robes wasnotpart of the plan.” He tugs on the belt, and my robe falls open. “That’s much better,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust. Reaching underneath my robe, he cups one of my breasts. “Much, much better.”
I swat his hand away. “There will be plenty of time for sex. I want to give Saint his birthday gift, have breakfast, and then the orgy can commence in earnest.” I flash him a devilish grin as I firmly tie my robe again.
“What gift?” Saint asks, yawning again as he emerges from the bathroom, buck ass naked. His dick juts out proudly, saluting me, and I lick my lips as desire tightens in my core.
Theo chuckles, and Galen grins. Saint bundles me into his arms. “Is that for me?” He gestures at the envelope in my hand.
I turn around in his embrace, smiling. “Yes.” I give it to him, my grin expanding as he lets me go to tear at the paper.
“No. Way.” Awe seeps from his tone, and his eyes pop wide as he stares at the photograph while palming the car keys in his hand. “Is this real?” He lifts his head, eyeballing me and then the guys. “You seriously found me a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429?” Shock splays across his face.
Since I relocated my dad’s car collection from the cabin to Newport ten years ago, Saint has become obsessed with classic cars. We don’t get to visit the cabin much these days, so it seemed a shame to let the cars gather dust. The guys were in complete agreement, and we built a new garage at our house to accommodate them. Now, we have more cars than we know what to do with, but that still hasn’t stopped the guys from adding to the collection.
While Saint runs the business side of the garages he co-owns with Caz, and Caz is the more hands-on of the pair, he still loves tinkering with cars as a hobby. Saint got it into his head that he wanted a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss and he’s spent years scouring the internet to find one he could fix up, with no success.
“I located a guy online who specializes in finding classic cars,” I explain. “I actually contacted him almost two years ago, hoping to find one for your thirtieth birthday, but it didn’t work out. He got in touch last month to let me know one was going under auction and he bid on it for us.”
When Saint discovers we paid over two hundred thousand for it, he’ll lose his nut, but he’ll get years and years of enjoyment out of it, and he’ll have something special to pass down to one of the kids when they are older. Besides, it’s actually a good investment. They are so rare I doubt we’d have trouble recouping our money if he chose to sell it in years to come.
“It’s got the A code engine, and it’s in pretty decent shape,” Caz says. “But the bodywork and interiors need work. I figured we could work on it together in the evenings. It will be at the Newport garage on Monday.”
Saint stares between the picture of his car and us, his head jerking up and down, and for once, he’s completely lost for words.
Caz chuckles. “He’s speechless.”
“We need to record this moment,” Theo adds.
“At least we now know how to shut him up,” Galen says.
“Assholes,” Saint mutters, flipping his middle finger up as his gaze stays locked on the picture of his car.
I had planned on cooking Saint breakfast in bed. Okay, well I was going toattemptit, but now the guys are here, they won’t let me near the kitchen.
I consider that a win. Saint does too.
So, we sit outside on the lounge chairs while the others slave over a hot stove. We are wearing our swimwear, sipping mimosas, as we listen to the waves lap against the shore. The day is bright and clear, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. Heat beats down on us, and I tilt my face up to the sun, absorbing the warmth from its rays.
“Is it okay that I arranged for them to come?” he asks, touching my arm.
I angle my head to face him. “It’s perfect. I’m glad you did.”
“We’re a team,” he adds, idly rubbing my arm. Closing my eyes, I savor his touch and the deep sense of contentment I feel. “I didn’t just need to make it right with you. I needed to make it right with my brothers too.”
“I know, hun.” I lean over and kiss him. “I’m happy we are all together again. In fact, I think it’s time we made it a rule. We should have at least one weekend a year where we sneak away.”
If we prearrange it, I can get Mom and Linc to fly in to watch the kids. She loves any opportunity to spend time with her grandchildren. Or, if Caz’s family moves to Rhode Island, I’m sure Nelia would babysit with Grandma Evans.
Howie could be an option, if he wasn’t the eternal bachelor. I would feel nervous leaving him alone with the rugrats for a weekend, because he’s clueless when it comes to kids.
