“I’m sure. Other than almost being dead.”
“Almost dead?” I ask, smiling.
“Yeah. It’s really hard to cook with all this going on.”
“How long until it’s time to eat?” Landon asks.
“Long enough for us to go to my room.”
Well, I’m down for that. “Should I let the birthday boy fuck me?”
Landon’s eyes widen. “What?”
Oh, should I not have said that?
“You should,” Parker says, nodding furiously. “Only if you want to,” they add, turning their attention to Landon.
Parker’s almost pouting, and it makes me laugh. They’ve come a long way—from not being sure if they could handle the two of us together without them to literally pouting in their quest for Landon to agree to fuck me.
“I don’t know what I’m doing really, but I want to,” Landon says, his cock jerking against my ass.
Parker groans. “Okay, yeah, my bedroom, then.”
“You sure, Cotton Candy?” I ask, not willing to risk our relationship over sex. Not now. And truly, not ever.
I want this to be good for Landon, but it’s also important for me to make it good for Parker, and I know Landon feels the same.
“I’m sure. Are you, Lan? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“What about you, though?” Landon asks, shooting Parker a worried glance.
Parker’s grin turns downright devious. “I’ll be just fine.”
“But I don’t want to leave you out.”
Parker shakes their head. “Trust me. I won’t be left out at all.”
Chapter 21
Parker
Landon still looks a little confused when I climb off the couch and gesture for them to follow me. The lasagna has about an hour in the oven before it’ll be ready to eat, so we have plenty of time.
“Come on. I’ll show you.”
Ben shifts off Landon’s lap and stands, offering his hand to our adorable Landon. Stupid-ass strings of fate. Stupid-ass rosy cheeks. Stupid-ass boys making me fall in love with them.
Turning on my heel, I grip the hem of the oversized shirt I’m wearing and pull it over my head, tossing it on the floor beside me.
Landon makes a choked noise behind me that has a smile forming on my lips. “Like that, do you?” I ask, not slowing down as I slip into my bedroom.
I glance down at myself, counting down from three in my head. The lace bra I’m wearing is stretched across my beaded nipples, and my erection is straining the fabric of my matching panties.
I don’t even make it to one before my boys are stumbling in after me. Ben is giving me a smirk, his eyes lit up, but Landon’s jaw is dropped open. Unease filters through me, and I force myself to lift my chin and stare him down.
Finally closing his mouth, he swallows roughly. “Jesus, Lovebug. Happy birthday to me.”
Ben chuckles, and I relax. At least a little. “Hell, it’s not even my birthday, but happy birthday to me too. Early present. Late present. Whatever. Either way.”
