Page 94 of Endless Depths

“You’re a good man, Lawrence,” I say. “I’m lucky as hell you’re my best friend. Javi is too, okay? He’ll come around.”

He throws his arm around my shoulder. “I missed you, brother.”

Brother. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to hear it without missing Seb. I hide behind my mug under the guise of taking a swig of coffee. Morgan reaches under the table, and takes my hand, stroking my palm with his thumb.

“I missed you too,” I say belatedly, forcing my gaze from Morgan to Lawrence. “I haven’t been a good friend to you and Javi.”

“You were going through it. Even if you were being a little bi—Ow! What the hell, Morgan? If kicking my shin is how you play footsie, no wonder Cole is sitting like the Princess and the Pea.”

Morgan cocks his head to the side with a smirk. “I told you not to call him a little bitch.”

“Did you? Because Lawless told me that and more when he kidnapped me.”

“And? I’ll kidnap you again if you ever let down Morgan or Finn again.”

Morgan squeezes my hand. It’s really nice to have him by my side while I navigate the many ways I fucked up.

Javi emerges from the head, and disappears inside their room.

Lawrencetsks. “Definitely not long enough to get off. Move over, Morgan. I’m going to go work on the bait. I’d rather gut dead fish than deal with him.”

I trace the rim of my mug with my fingertips until Lawrence leaves, then lift my gaze to Morgan. “If Javi quits the boat…”

“We’ll figure it out.”

I tug his hand to my lips and kiss his wedding band tattoo. “You didn’t just support Finn while I was gone. You took care of my friends too. Thank you.”

He shrugs like it isn’t a big deal, but it is.

“I owe you so much. I promise I’ll take care of you from now on.”

“We’ll take care of each other.” Morgan drains his mug. “Lawrence isn’t wrong. You’re perched on that bench like you sat on a traffic cone.”

I sputter. “Wow.”

He laughs and kisses the corner of my mouth. “I’m serious.”

“I’m fine. It’s just the usual aches and pains.”

I brace for him to challenge me on it, but of course he doesn’t.He’s always respected me when it comes to my recovery. He’s always respected me. Period.

Morgan scoops scrambled eggs from his plate and brings the fork to my lips. “Open.”

I close my eyes and hum. “Why is that so hot?”

“It’s not. You’re just horny.” He leans forward and kisses me.

“Feed me your cock then. Best of both worlds.”

Morgan plunks his mug down on the table. “Let’s go check the rudder pole in the engine room. It’s been making a weird knocking sound.” He helps me down from the bench and opens the door for me.

Inside, Morgan places a pair of noise canceling headphones over my ears before donning his own. He grips my shoulder and mouths,On your knees.

I do as he says, holding eye contact, and extend my tongue. His Adam’s apple bobs. He pulls his cock out and guides it to my mouth.

Taking two handfuls of his ass, I pull him closer until my nose presses against his skin. He drops his hand to my head, his legs trembling already. Not long after, he rewards me with his cum. I swallow and continue sucking until he pulls me to my feet.

He swipes the corner of my lips with his thumb and feeds me the cum I missed, then reaches for my cock. I shake my head and point to the door.