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I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “For a little while. Then you and River can take a nap.”
She pressed a kiss to my pulse in response. A shiver rolled down my spine.
Fuck, she had me wrapped around her pretty little finger.
River strolled past me into the bathroom, starting the water in the huge garden tub I had installed just for our woman. While I cradled her in my arms, River poured in her favorite lavender-scented bubble bath and Epsom salt. Using his hand, he swirled the water around before stepping into the tub and settling in. Then, he nodded once at me, letting me know he was ready to take her off my hands so I could get in with them without risking injury to her if I fell or slipped.
April allowed me to set her on her feet in the water. River clasped her round hips before easing her down between his thighs and pulling her back flush to his chest. I stepped into the tub after she was comfortable and settled with my back against the other end. April shut her eyes as I grabbed her right ankle. She moaned when I pressed my thumbs into the sole of her foot.
“That feels so good,” she throatily groaned. My cock jerked, already coming awake, but I ignored it. She needed aftercare and rest now. Not more sex, no matter how much I wanted it. I had five other men to choose from if I really wanted to get off again.
Hawke would probably be down. He was as insatiable as I was, and while he was definitely a dom, he enjoyed submitting to me. I’d never forced it upon him; it was something he naturally did. And he loved having his boundaries pushed. He was the one I could get roughest with—and fuck, did I.
“What are you thinking about?” River asked, his foot nudging my inner thigh.
I glanced up at him as I settled April’s foot on my thigh, reaching forward to grab her right ankle. Her eyes stayed closed as she relished in the feel of me relaxing all of her sore muscles. She spent a lot of time cleaning up after us and cooking for us, so I knew her feet needed a damn good massage. No better time to give it to her than during aftercare.
“Hawke,” I rumbled.
April hummed. “I think he’s with Brewer.”
I chuckled. They’d be holed up for a while then. No doubt, Hawke was brutalizing every single one of Brewer’s holes. The image that fired up in my mind had me groaning. Fuck, it was perfect. All of my men were beautiful together. Watching them was just as good as being with them.
A light knock sounded on the bathroom door. I turned my head, arching a brow at Tank. His dark hair was a slight mess on his head. His thick, muscular body was covered by a t-shirt and jeans, much to my distaste. He was my Vice President, and also the only man I would bottom with. And shit, did Tank know how to fuck. He had a way of making me lose my fucking mind when I was beneath him… or on him.
He walked over to the tub and crouched beside it, reaching out to run his fingertips over April’s cheeks. Her lips were softly parted,and she was officially asleep, not even stirring at his gentle touch. “Heard her moaning and begging all the way downstairs,” he told me. I smirked. I’d done my job as her man then. He cradled the back of River’s head and pressed a kiss to our boy’s swollen lips. “Heard you too, boy.”
River smirked. “What can I say? Capone can fuck.”
Tank arched a brow at him. “Don’t be sassy, boy. Or I’ll make sure you can’t walk.”
River’s pupils blew out, and a shuddered breath ripped from his lungs. I chuckled and smoothed my hands up April’s waxed legs, massaging her calf muscles. “Make sure you take a nap with April when you finish in here,” Tank told River. Then, he turned to look at me, his eyes running over me. His eyes locked on my hard cock for a moment. He licked his lips before standing to his full height. “If you want to take care of that later, come find me,” he told me.
I grunted in acknowledgment because I was pretty sure I’d choke on my tongue if I verbally responded to him. Not only was Tank the only man I would bottom with, but he was also the only man capable of making me lose my fucking mind and forget my words.
CHAPTER 2
Tank
Capone stepped into my room in a pair of sweats, his shirt missing—not that I was complaining. The man was built beautifully with abs, a hard broad chest, and thick biceps. He had a body worthy of art; I would know since I enjoyed seeing River sketch him from memory.
I arched a brow at Capone and set aside the TV remote. He laid on the bed beside me, and I curled my arm around him before turning on my side to face him.
“You okay?” I rumbled.
He nodded. “Need a quiet place to rest for a minute,” he mumbled, his eyes shutting. “River and April have taken over my bed.” I knew he wasn’t complaining; Capone loved those two to pieces.
I chuckled and squeezed him closer. I was bigger than Capone—almost twice his size—and I loved it. It meant I got to give himcuddles like this where he was dwarfed by my frame. He’d never admit it, but Capone liked it when I cuddled him.
“You can rest here whenever you want,” I reminded him. I began to trace the ridges of his tattooed spine. “Sure you’re okay?”
He yawned and nodded his head. “Just fucking tired.”
I brushed my lips to his cheek. Capone had a lot resting on his shoulders. Not only was he the president, but he took care of all of us. And he struggled to lean on anyone enough to let them share in his burdens.
“You know, you could use some aftercare, too, babe.”
Capone chuckled. “You are my aftercare.”
