Cameron chuckles. “Why not? Dude, it’ssosatisfying. It’s like a fits-in-your-palm zen garden.”
“What’s a zen garden?”
“You know that tray of Kinetic Sand that you have in your bedroom? The one you rake when you’re feeling crappy?”
“Yeah?”
“That.”
“So, like a fidget?”
Cam nods. “Kinda like that, but when you’re done peeling them, you get to eat them. Mashed potatoes are hella rewarding.”
And apparently, that’s all it takes for the boys to sit down at the island together and start peeling potatoes…
I slip into bed, now occupying what has apparently becomemyspot, facing Lauren. She smiles sweetly, reaching over to cup my cheek. I cover her hand with mine, slipping her palm over my lips so I can press a kiss to it.
Marcus, per what has become his usual, is already out cold—snoring, even though he swears up and down he doesn't. I’m not shocked that he’s already passed out though. He works his fuckin’ ass off everyday out on the boat. Not that I don’t, but Marcus puts in, like, double the effort. When I was telling Lauren about it, she looked surprised.
He used to flit from job to job, not really giving much of a shit about any of them. The fact that he’s been at this one for months now, without losing the mojo he has for it, really is a testament to how much he must enjoy the work. I, on the other hand, enjoy the company more.
I truly enjoy being a part of both Marcus and Lauren’s lives everyday.
I just plain enjoy life again, without feeling the constant need to go out and do something wild and adventurous. Sure, it’d be nice to get back into some of my old hobbies, but I don’t feel theyearninglike I used to. That feeling has been replaced by the joy I get from the simplicities around here.
“You’re never going to sleep, if your mind keeps reeling like that,” Lauren notes in a whisper.
I shrug lightly. “I don’t have to be up early tomorrow…”
She grins. “You mean I get to sleep in, sandwiched between my two favorite men? Sold. Hell, some may even say I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
I shake my head. “It’s me who is the lucky one.”
From behind Lauren, I hear, “I’m not doing too shabby myself.”
She giggles. “Ope! Guess who finally stopped sawing lumber over there…”
Marcus lifts his head up and narrows his eyes at Lauren. “Are you insinuating that I snore?”
“It’s either that or your dream truck runs on diesel…”
He must give her ass a teasing pinch because suddenly, her hips flick forward—she nearly misses kneeing me in the balls again when she curls up and away from him. “Damn, man. Watch it over there. I’m not prepared to start wearing cups to bed.”
He reaches his long arm over her body so he can cup my junk. “I’ll save you, like the knight in a jersey-cotton nightdress that I am.” Then, his cupping turns into more of a stroke, and I start to grow hard.
“Mmm, there he is,” he hums, his touch turning more intentional than casual. He nudges Lauren forward, scooting in closer behind her. His hand dips down below the waistband of my sweatpants and curls around my shaft. “Ooh, commando…”
“I’d sleep naked if it weren’t for the boys,” I sign one-handed.
“Me too.” Lauren sighs dreamily, rutting her hips between us. “God, Marco, you’re hard as hell right now.”
He nods. “Of course, love. I’m in bed with the two people that get me horny as hell. Can you blame me?”
She peers over her shoulder at him. “Are you sure you’re not having some reverse-bisexual awakening over there?”
“Positive,” he hums. “You know I love it when you wear your dick the most. Don’t get me wrong, I don’tnotenjoy you riding my dick, either, but dang—when you get all frisky with Earl, I’m a goner…”
“Where is this infamous Earl, anyway?” I ask.
