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Fuck, it felt so good.
Cam started moving too. Soft moans and pleas let me know he hadn’t come yet, but I was sure Lucian had plans for him.
“Let it run out, slave,” Lucian murmured. “It’s okay to move. Roll around in the mess.”
A strange blanket of filthy peace landed over us, and it got me hooked in a second. The boys didn’t get loud or anything; they just squirmed and tried to shift closer to us. Noa reached around me to grab a handful of my hair, and we met over his shoulder in a slow, wet kiss.
“Now you’re my little piss baby too,” I whispered.
He giggled under his breath and twisted his fingers in my hair. “I’ll be whatever you want, Daddy.”
I had no fucking words.
EPILOGUE
The cruise
Day one
Lucian Leroux
The moment that irritating, mandatory safety drill was over, we lost sight of all the subs who wanted to check out the different pool areas in order to pick a favorite. Let them run wild, I thought. They had everything they needed, and drinks and food were included.
The Florida heat was making me drowsy—in a good way. It felt nice to be on an official vacation where one was supposed to relax. A mental switch had been flipped, and I didn’t have to worry about restlessness.
On our way back to our stateroom, a few of us decided to take it easy for a couple hours, so we stopped at a fast-food joint and ordered burgers, fries, and shakes.
One gentle but pointed look from KC reminded me not to make the unhealthiest choice, so I ordered a fried chicken sandwich instead. Hey, it wasn’t red meat. That counted for something.
Vacation played by its own rules, in my defense. I was taking my medication, I was no longer working, and my diet had undergone a massive change. My blood pressure was going down, albeit slowly. But that was to be expected, according to my doctor.
I’d actually promised KC I would join him in one of the gyms on board. Every morning before breakfast.
So that was going to suck.
By the time we returned to our staterooms, Florida was in the rearview, and we had open waters ahead. First stop was Nassau tomorrow, though I wasn’t sure we’d go ashore. The boys seemed most excited about pool time, brightly colored drinks, and setting their prank in motion.
This morning before we’d come aboard, Greer and I had caught Kit and Noa texting each other all while standing two feet apart. Macklin and Corey had sent each other a couple sly glances as well.
We were onto them. Not that I was particularly worried for myself.
KC and I walked straight through our stateroom and out onto our veranda. We’d already opened every partition, resulting in one long deck that stretched from the Carters’ room to the west to Kingsley and Tate’s room in the east.
We were somewhere in the middle, and we had the Finlays on one side and Ash on the other. He stepped out from his room almost at the same time as Sloan and Greer exited theirs.
“There’s Kingsley too.” Greer jerked his chin. “Kingsley! Bring a couple chairs with ya, bud.”
We made a quick effort to push our side tables and chairs closer, turning our veranda—and Ash’s—into our new hangout area.
“How you doin’, daddy-to-be?” Ash helped Kingsley the last stretch. “I missed you and your boy in the terminal.”
Kingsley chuckled. “Can I blame the daddy-to-be business for that? We overslept because someone was up all night reading about babyproofing.”
I quirked a brow and sat down next to KC. Something was off with that little tale.
Greer cocked his head. “You tryna blame Tate? You borrowed that book from me, man.”
There we go. I laughed as I unwrapped my food.
