Page 24 of Their Pup to Tame

I surged up, bucking hard, gripping one of his hips so I could meet every descent, cock erupting moments later, as Phoenix painted my chest with his release. We were both gasping toohard to do anything about the mess between us before he collapsed on top of me, tremors still running through his body as he started growing limp. Maybe I shouldn’t have snickered when he’d been trapped beneath Parker, because that was the position I found myself in now, and I did not see how I was going to get out of it before we wound up stuck together.

Phoenix’s damp hair was pressed against my shoulder, sighs coming from him as I shimmied and settled into a slightly better and worse position. My hips were completely trapped, and he was a solid wall of muscle who also happened to be dozing off already.

“A little help?” I hissed at Parker, who snickered, because payback was owed and I was now the one in no position to retaliate.

“I don’t know, I’m kind of plastered to the couch myself,” he remarked.

“By what?”

“This throw blanket and exhaustion,” he replied as he pulled one of the soft blankets off the back of the couch to cover himself.

Before I could say anything more, Phoenix dragged a blanket over us and let out a contented sigh.

“We need to clean up and go to bed, pup,” I said, finding it difficult to put any bass in my voice with him squashing the breath out of me.

“I just want a power nap,” he grumbled. “Fifteen minutes, twenty tops.”

“Uh-huh, which will turn into all night when we can’t wake you up.”

“Ten minutes?” he muttered. “I’ll even keep my eyes open.”

“Sure you will,” I grumbled, petting his hair. “And what are they now, pup? Open or closed?”

“Closed,” Parker said, “like mine are about to be.”

“Not until we clean up and get into the giant-ass bed down the hall where we can be comfortable together.”

“Bed does sound nice.” Phoenix’s slurred words soon morphed into a whine. “But it’s so far away.”

“Yes, and you still have nipple clamps on that need to be removed, so up with you now, pup,” I demanded, pinching his ass hard.

He scrambled off me and sat with his hands folded in his lap, blinking sleepy-eyed as I removed one and Parker removed the other. We kissed the red marks they’d left behind before tugging Phoenix to his feet and walking him to the en-suite bathroom. When I’d had the place renovated, a walk-in closet and shower stall big enough for five had been key elements I’d insisted upon adding. Inside, we washed him beneath the hot spray and sent him to dry off and get into bed while we washed ourselves and hurried to join him.

I expected to see him face down, passed out with his head on a pillow, which was his favorite way to sleep. Instead, he’d put onThe Great Northand lay blinking at it as we crawled into bed beside him.

“Why didn’t you go to sleep?” I chided, taking the remote from his hand.

“Was waiting for you,” he muttered.

“We’re here now, so…”

“Can we leave it on for a while?” he asked when my finger hovered over the button.

“Of course we can,” I replied, resisting the urge to add that it was just going to end up watching us.

“Something on your mind?” Parker asked as he draped an arm over Phoenix and snuggled up beside him.

“Nah, the shower kind of woke me up, though,” he explained. “I was right on the edge of sleep when you guys insisted on trying to drown me.”

“Yup, someone’s awake if he has the energy to be overdramatic and snarky.”

“I had an idea for tomorrow,” he declared, right after Beef got tangled in his net, dragged off the boat, and had an epiphany about his penis.

“Let’s hear it,” Parker said.

“Laser tag and go-karts at The Canyon,” he said. “They’re having monster truck races too, and it’s an 18-and-over night, so no kids to trip over. They’ve got a beer garden, and the food trucks will be out. We could shut the place down if you guys wanted to.”

“I saw a couple food truck ads pop up on my feed saying they’d be down at The Canyon tomorrow, but I didn’t know a whole event was going on,” Parker said. “That lobster roll truck got me thinking about a magazine spread I did in Portsmouth, Maine, one June. I ate so many of the damn things the photographer did a digital compilation of me transforming into a lobster and presented it to me, blown up, mounted, and framed.”