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I took a sip of my wine and glanced over at the pool area, where Reese, Walker, Nathan, and Colt were talking about today’s event. Several of the subs were rubbing at budding bruises and looking none too happy, so I’d call it a success.
“The chicken is fantastic, darling.” Lucian went for another skewer, and I narrowed my eyes at Colt. Had he fucking shaved? It was a little too dark to tell, but it sure looked like he’d shaved off his beard.
Was that a mustache?
“Did Colt shave?” I asked.
Lucian looked up, then nodded. “To prove a point, I heard. Both he and Greer decided to go full-on ’70s porn kings after they tortured Corey and Kit in the watersports room.”
I side-eyed him and broke off another piece of bread. “I hope you’re not thinking of following.”
“Christ no. I learned my lesson after the goatee debacle.”
Thank fuck. Lucian was the sexiest clean-shaven or with a bit of stubble, like right now.
“…and in third place, we have Gretchen who collected nine eggs!” Walker declared.
I had my hands full of food, so I couldn’t applaud. “Attagirl, Gretchen!” I hollered. Then I promptly crammed the cheese and two crackers into my mouth.
The applause from the brats was…lukewarm, at best. Possibly because they didn’t see the triumph in winning this particular game. And that was why it was so entertaining for the rest of us, because the Tops sure showed their pride.
Gretchen faked a smile and accepted a small bunny statue. Her two play partners were happy with the marks they’d left on her.
“Noa was close with his eight eggs,” Lucian noted. “He’s so good, our boy.”
Absolutely.
Reese was next. “In second place, with eleven eggs—congratulations, Shay!”
I stuck the bread into my mouth and applauded.
“Yeah, I don’t feel like a winner, Daddy,” Shay drawled and collected his statue.
“Well, that’s good, ’cause you’re the first runner-up,” Reese corrected.
I laughed.
Lucian chuckled and shook his head.
We were looking forward to a branding video from the Tenley triad in the near future.
Noticing Lucian had some chicken glaze at the corner of his mouth, I grabbed a napkin and wiped away the spot.
He sent me a sideways smile, then leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Such a Daddy.”
I hummed and returned to my food. This Daddy was a bit worried about Noa, and fussing over the others provided a decent distraction. But my mind wandered back to our little one often enough. Maybe I should cancel tonight. Then again, Noa might get upset. He loved seeing me with other Tops.
Macklin had already come over twice to ask if I had an update. He was worried I was going to cancel.
It was up to Noa. The fact that he’d been asleep for over two hours meant he’d really needed the rest. He usually only napped for half an hour or so.
“And in first place!” Colt broke through our little bubble with his booming mustache voice. “Two little boys gathered a whopping fourteen eggs each! Corey and Mateo!”
“Thank you, thank you, I have regrets!” Corey responded.
“Me too!” Mateo chimed in.
Why the regrets? Today had been a delight, pain-wise. Granted, most of the fun would appear as videos online, and I thought that was even better. We needed more video content online, because Noa and I enjoyed watching together.
