Page 141 of Jace
Loch laughs. “Kinda reminds me of the days when Mom used to save hot water by making us take a bath together.”
Grant points at him. “Remember the time you yanked Axel’s pube, thinking it was a hair that fell from his head?”
“What?” Loch shrugs, grinning. “I didn’t know better; I was five.”
“I was fucking traumatized.” Axel cups his sizable junk. “Started shaving my balls the next day.”
Nash shakes his head. “The bullshit I missed not growing up with you all.”
“But you’re one of us now.” I aim toward the platform. “Come on, everyone, pile on.”
Grant protests, “How the hell are we gonna fit?”
I shove him. “If we can fuck on it together, we can fit on it too.”
“Hey!” Nash backslaps my chest. “Keep it PG. My daughter’s here.”
“Relax, Dad.” Alena sits on her throne. “Your daughter is mature enough to focus onher X-rated king.”
Loch winks, snapping his waistband for her while I get Axel to help me move the ladder to the spot Vivian indicates.
It gives her a high vantage point over the platform, but I warn, “Smokeshow, if you think I’ll let you climb up this thing without a spotter, think again.”
“Got it,” Alena offers, joining Viv.
“Thank you.” Vivian smiles softly at her, looping the camera strap over her neck before climbing barefoot up the rungs.
Leaning over the top step, she directs us. “Alright, Jace, lie in the middle.” I obey, flipping over to gaze up at her. “Perfect. Now, Axel, lie above him, across the top. Good.” She points. “Nick, you’ll have to rest your head on Axel’s thigh. All of you will have to touch to fit, and?—”
We do. We recline in a pile of hulking flesh, skin to inked skin, colognes colliding with our manliness barely contained by thin white cotton.
“Oh my god.” Wren sighs, joining Alena by the ladder. “You guys are an orgy for the eyes.”
Don’t ask me how, but it’s fitting that Nash picked the spot at the foot of the platform, causing him to lie back and rest his head on my thigh.
The rest are my brothers. I think nothing of their bodies pressed to mine.
But with Vivian watching, I let Nash’s heat against my skin rouse me, giving her two fantasies to feast on.
Hot men in white Calvins.
And her man, getting hard for her.
She lifts her camera, catching it, her voice breathy with her command, “Good job, my kings. Now, everyone, look up at me.”
“She means fuck the lens.” Vale assists, clapping. “Come on. Don’t be shy. Work it, boys.”
Grant gruffs, “Keep calling us boys, and we’ll pull our boxers down and prove we’re very bigmen.”
Delphine sighs. “Ouais, please do.”
“Please don’t.” Loch huffs, amused. “I don’t think my future father-in-law wants to see what I’m packing for his daughter.”
“Say another word and die,” Nash growls at Loch’s taunt, making us laugh.
Alena and Loch will be married in a few weeks. Loch is planning something special for her. The fucker can’t be the only romantic one. I’m doing something for Vivian as well. Mom and Sasha are helping me with it.
Over the clicks of Vivian’s shutter, Ruby praises, “Our kings look like a mountain range of hot men I wanna climb.”
