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Summer training has started, and we’re already bitching about being up so early every day, but it’s the weekend, and we get to sleep in.
It’s also Paul’s birthday.
Thanks to Preston not being a total douche and liking Paul, he had cinnamon rolls delivered fresh and warm this morning.
There’s a knock on our door, and I get up out of bed in my chicken boxer briefs to answer it.
“Good morning, dear.” The warm smile of the bakery owner, Debbi, greets me. She’s a middle-aged woman with blonde hair that’s starting to go gray and lines on her face that prove she’s laughed a lot.
“Good morning, Pastry Fairy!” I give her a quick hug, which surprises her, and take the warm goods. “Thank you!”
She pats my arm, and I duck back inside the room. Thank fuck Paul sleeps like the dead and is still softly snoring.
I open the containers and set them on the bedside table, then swipe my finger through the frosting and paint his lips with it. It takes a minute because he moves and starts to wake up, but I manage.
Lying back down in bed, I slide my hand into his underwear and grip his morning wood, stroking him in loose strokes, and kiss him. He wakes with a groan, tasting like sugar and cinnamon. Paul thrusts into my hand, and I smile into the kiss when he reaches for me.
“Why do you taste like frosting?” He moans, leaning his forehead against mine as I squeeze his cock in a rhythm I know will get him to the edge quickly.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” I kiss his lips again quickly, then slide down his body and under the blankets to wrap my mouth around his dick.
His back arches when I suck on his head, my hand still working him over.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans, reaching to tangle his fingers in my hair. He uses the grip to fuck into my mouth. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
His words are a growl a split second before his salty cum hits my tongue and I’m swallowing around him. Paul moans, his legs tightening around me and his hips arching and thrusting into my mouth until he’s spent and weak. The tight grip on my hair loosens, and he cups my cheek.
I lick him clean, the frosting and cinnamon from my finger leaving just a hint of sweetness on his skin that I lap up.
Paul hisses when I suck on his tip to get the last few drops of him, and I climb up his body.
“Mmm, sweet.” I run my finger over my lower lip and suck on it to make sure I didn’t waste any. “Breakfast of champions.”
Paul’s red, relaxed face smiles at me, and he pulls me in for a kiss. He drapes his legs over mine, trapping my hips against his as he explores my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue.
“Happy birthday, lover,” I whisper against his lips. “Get dressed for a day on the lake. We gotta go.” I wag my eyebrows at him, and a smile covers my face. I’m so fucking excited to spend a day on the water with my husband, best friends, and pup.
There’s a knock on the door, and I get up to answer it again. Scott is standing in the hallway with a wiggly, white puppy with adorable brown patches.
“Butts!” I reach for my excited boy, and he licks my face while slapping me with his whip-like tail. “Go say good morning to Daddy,” I tell him and set him on the floor.
Paul chuckles and reaches down to pick up the puppy who instantly attacks his face with kisses. Paul yells and wrestles with the puppy, laughing and twisting Butts in the blanket.
“Thanks for bringing him over today, I appreciate it.”
“No problem. Enjoy the weekend, and happy birthday, Paul.” Scott holds his hand up in a wave, and Paul shouts “Thank you” while hiding his face from the dog.
I start to close the door, but something stops it. Turning to look, Preston has his foot in the doorway and is looking unamused in swim trunks and a rash guard shirt.
“You aren’t even dressed yet. Let’s go. If we’re late, there won’t be any parking.”
Jeremy steps up behind Preston and slides his hand under Preston’s shirt. Preston grits his teeth but allows the touch. I think this is the first time I’ve seen them touch besides a hand on a thigh—okay, besides the time I walked in on them—and it’s fascinating.
Jeremy whispers something I don’t catch, and Preston’s head snaps to the side, looking over his shoulder at his fiancé.
Seymour jumps from the bed and charges for Preston and Jeremy, going between their legs and wrapping around their ankles, tangling his leash around them.
I laugh and step back to get some swim trunks. I have zero shame, so I change right there in the room, not giving a shit if they all look at my ass. It’s a nice ass.
