BROCK WOKE up slowly. He was warm and snuggled against a hot body, his hard cock nestled along Eric’s ass. This time he knew it was right and good, and he rocked his hips, cock sliding along the hot crack. Eric groaned, brought one of Brock’s hands up to his hungry mouth, and began to suck the tips of Brock’s fingers. Brock’s cock jumped and he moaned softly.
He could feel Eric’s smile, lips stretching against his skin.
“I want you.” So badly. He wanted to be inside Eric’s body. He wanted to feel that tight, hot hole close around his cock.
“I’m all yours, Bee. I swear. Every inch.”
“There’s lube in the table over there. Can you reach it?”
“Mmm-hmm. Did we lock the bedroom door last night?”
“We did. After I carried you in and before you blew me.” He had the sequence of events down. They’d both fallen asleep, too, before they could put on some boxers or pajama pants and unlock the door.
“Listen to you talk.” Eric chuckled, reaching for the lube and handing it back.
“What? That’s how it happened.” And they hadn’t been interrupted by a knock or a scream, either.
Hopefully their luck would hold this morning.
“We’ll unlock it after you fuck me hard enough that I shoot twice.” Did his Eric just say that?
“Baby.” The word wasn’t much more than a groan.
“Yeah.” Eric nodded, hips rocking back toward him.
He uncapped the lube and got his fingers wet, then slid them down into Eric’s crack, searching for the hot little hole. Eric leaned back, pushed right into his touch with a happy little cry.
“Needy baby.” He loved it, loved how Eric was always so eager for his touch, his love.
“How could I not be? You’re… it for me.”
“I know the feeling.” He did. Nine years, and how many people had he had sex with? Not one of them had ever come close to touching his heart.
“Good. Make love to me.”
“Yes, Boss.” He slipped a single finger into Eric’s heat.
Eric’s chuckle was all caught up in a moan. He wiggled his finger around, amazed at how hot and soft Eric was inside. And how very tight.
“I haven’t. Not since you. With a person.”
Oh fuck.
Groaning, he wriggled his finger around some more, fucked Eric. Eric moved, rocked on his finger, hips moving faster. Brock slipped in another finger, pushing them apart as Eric moved on them, stretching him out.
“Oh. Good. Good, Bee. Love your touch.”
“Works well—love touching you.” He twisted his fingers, feeling the tips slide against the little bump inside Eric.
“Oh. Oh, there.” Eric’s knees pulled up.
He took advantage of the new position and pushed another finger in. All three twisted together to nudge that special spot. He loved how that made Eric’s mouth form a perfect O. He nibbled on Eric’s neck, breathing in the sleepy morning man smell as he kept working Eric’s ass. Slow and easy, he focused on loving on Eric, on making sure every second was good, was what Eric needed.
When he’d just about made them both crazy with the slow pace, the long preparation, he let his fingers slide away. “Ready, baby?”
Eric looked back at him and gave him a wild, needy look. “God, yes. You’re driving me crazy.”
Chuckling, he pushed one leg forward and snuggled up against Eric’s back. He guided his cock to Eric’s hole and pushed slowly in.
“Oh.” How the fuck could a single word—shit, more like a single sound—say so much?
Groaning, he kept pushing, slowly working his way in.
“I love you.” Eric whispered the words so softly.
Once he was all the way in, he whispered them back. “Love you, baby.”
He thought he heard the softest, sweetest fucking sob.
He reached around, hand flat on Eric’s belly, careful not to touch where his lover had been shot. “Gotta move now, baby.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I want to feel every second.”
He kissed Eric’s neck and began to move. Slowly at first, he pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed just as slowly back in again. Oh, fuck yes. Being buried inside Eric was like fucking coming home. “Baby. Baby.” He kept moving, concentrating on the man in his arms, the man holding his cock tight and hot inside.
In and out again and in and out again, over and over.
Eric moved with him, nice and easy, like they’d never missed a lazy morning fuck. He kept his eyes open, needing to see, to have the proof of watching Eric’s body move. Eric’s hand covered his, holding them together. He shifted slightly, searching for Eric’s gland. It took a few thrusts, but he found it finally, pegging Eric hard and deep. Brock gave a small shout of triumph as he found it, as Eric reacted, and he stayed right there. Over and over he pushed in to hit that little bump.
“Oh. Oh fuck. Bee. More, lover. Right there.”
“I know.” He knew.
His hand drifted down to Eric’s prick, wrapping around it as he kept plugging away. It felt so fucking good.
“Close. Close, Bee. Please.”
“Yeah, come on. Show me how good it is.” He pushed harder, Eric’s cock sliding through his hand every time he thrust.
“So good. Oh, Brock. Love you.” Eric’s knees drew up, changing the angle of Brock’s cock.
Groaning, he moved faster, harder. “Yeah. Come on. Love.”
“Uh-huh. Come.” Eric’s ass clenched tight around him, making him grunt, gasp.
“Yeah. Fuck.” He moaned loudly, Eric so fucking tight and milking his cock. He felt heat on his fingers, smelled the musk of Eric’s spunk. “Baby. Fuck, that’s good.” He moved slowly, hitting Eric’s gland and drawing out the sensations. He could feel his own balls drawing up to his body, his orgasm almost on him.
“Uh-huh. Good. You now. I need to feel you.”
“Anything you want, baby.” He kept rocking, trying to make it last, but he was too close and too soon he cried out and came into Eric’s body.
“My Bee.” Eric was kissing his palm, licking and touching.
“Your Bee.”
“Yes. I’ll never leave you again, Brock. You have my word.”
Something inside him he hadn’t even realized was there loosened and faded away. “I’m holding you to that, Eric.”
“I promise. You’re stuck, with me and our daughter.”
He kissed a warm spot on the back of Eric’s neck. “I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah, love. So do I.”
Before he could say anything else, a little voice started chanting. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
Brock chuckled, bit at Eric’s earlobe. “I even like the sound of that.”
THE THREE of them had eaten breakfast and started their day together, laughing and talking and teasing. It was almost easy to forget about the bodyguards outside the door, and the fact that they were practically prisoners in the condo.
They moved into the living room, and Brock sat with Eric on the couch. He held out his arms for Josie. “You wanna come sit with us, honey?”
“Daddy Bee!” Josie laughed and careened into his arms, cuddling in with a happy little cry.
He smiled. It was impossible not to, she just had so much joy. Eric was smiling too, and the whole thing felt good.
“So, honey, how would you like to live here with me permanently?”
Josie’s head tilted and she frowned. “Huh?”
Eric chuckled. “Daddy Bee asked if this could be our new house. Our forever house.”
Josie looked at Eric. “You, too?”
“Me, too, Jo. You, me, and Daddy Bee. All together.”
Brock nodded and added his voice to it. “That’s right—all three of us.”
“Okay.” Josie nodded. “I want my mermaid magnet.”
Brock chuckled. “That’s important, huh? I was thinking maybe in a few days,” after it was safe, “we could go shopping, get all the things you’ll need if you’re going to stay here.”
Josie nodded again. “And then go back to school. Me and Daddy.”
“We’ll see. Don’t you like your nanny, Lacy?” He didn’t know how he felt about dropping her off at day care; he didn’t know how Eric would feel about it.
Josie shrugged. “I like school, too. I want to play outside.”
“I know, honey. Right now that’s not a good idea.” He looked to Eric. How did he explain this to her without scaring her?
Eric sighed, then smiled. “We’re going to spend a few days inside because we have to decide if Jo’s room needs to be pink or green or blue or….”
“Purple!”
“Purple! That’s not your favorite color, is it?” He gave Eric a grateful smile.
“Purple.” She tugged his hands. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get my toy box and my babies that live at Daddy’s house.”
“Babies?” What the hell? He gave Eric another look, this one more panicked.
“Honey, Daddy Bee and I will go get your baby dolls, okay? And we’re going to shop, too, and get a new baby doll to live in your new room. And you know Auntie El already brought Sissy and Leo the Lion over in your bag.”
Baby dolls. Phew. Brock wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.
“We can have a big old shopping day and I can make up for not having bought you any presents yet.” He was going to spoil her rotten.
She looked at him, confused. “You buyed me paper, Daddy Bee. ’Member?”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, I still want to have a big shopping day with you and your daddy.”
She nodded, crawling into Eric’s lap. “Where does Daddy sleep?”
“I’ll sleep with your daddy Bee.”
Brock couldn’t help the goofy grin that put on his face.
“Okay. No room in Jo’s bed for daddies.”
He laughed outright at that one. “No, there isn’t. It’s a Josie-sized bed, not a daddy-sized bed.”
Josie nodded at him and offered him this great, big smile. He held his arms open for her, wanting her back in his lap. Laughing, his beautiful girl leaped for him.
“Oof!” She was heavier than he’d expected, but his arms went around her, hugging her tightly to him.
Eric watched him, and the look on his lover’s face was awed. Happy.
He smiled back and reached his hand out to take Eric’s. His family.
His.
Brock knew he was a lucky, lucky man.