Luca can admit that’s why he sought him out for some enthusiastic reassurance.
Damn you, Rowan Foster.
“I won’t tell anyone what you say. My lips are sealed.”
“Whoa. It must be big if you’re sealing your lips.” There’s a small smirk on Grayson’s ethereal face, but his eyes are glued to his painting.
Shit, Luca is quickly losing him to the magic of his art.
“Ha-fucking-ha. Seriously.”
“Ask, baby. I have to get back to this…”
“Okay. Uh…” It’s not that easy to ask, surprisingly. Shit. “Do I give better head than Nix?”
Grayson fumbles his palette, head whipping around like he can’t believe what he’s been asked.
Eyebrow raised, he sets the palette to rights.
“You give great head. Some of the best, probably.”
Probably?!
“But better than my soulmate? Sex-in-a-bakery-scented Nixie? I don’t know about that.”
“Are you kidding me? You told me yesterday I made you see stars.”
“I did? It was really, really good. I meant it.” He puts a touch of lilac on the painting and then turns so Luca can see his face. “What? You’re not feeling inadequate or anything, are you? Luc. You give great head. I love it.”
“But I’m not thebest?” Luca cannot believe his ears.
“Why does it matter? I like it; you like it. It’s good.”
“It’sgood?!Youlikeit?” Like is such a mild word, when Luca thought he was blowing minds and sucking them out of his mates’ dicks.
Well. He hasnever.This is life-altering.Surely there has to be some way to figure this out beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Scientifically.
That’s it. He needs an experiment. Finn always says: Test the hypothesis. He just needs help in doing it.
Without another word, Luca turns on his heel.
He hears Grayson’s “Hey, don’t go away mad!” behind him, but now that Luca has a plan, he will not be deterred.
Now, where is his competition?
He finds Nix lying on his belly on the new sofa in the library. There are toys all over the floor, but by the sounds of it, the kids are still outside. Good, this is not a conversation he needs their children to bear witness to.
“Hey, are they still outside?” Luca asks, just to be 100% certain.
He lies flat across Nix’s back so he can enjoy the press of Nix’s round butt up against his semi-hard dick. Sue him—all that talk about blowjobs, dicks, and the thought of competition have combined to make him hard.
Nix waves a tired hand toward the window, and Luca sees Grandpa-Artem outside chasing butterflies with the kids in the yard. Gideon is sitting on the bench, reading a book Matteo had lent him about spiritual parenting.
He’s wearing his sexy fake glasses again, and for a moment, Luca entertains the idea of forgoing hisridiculousimportantdicks-periment to ruffle his soulmate’s sexy feathers instead.
But Nix bumps his ass up so Luca can grind down again.
