Page 5 of Pretty Boy

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile from tilting my lips. If Logan was being snarky, then he was beginning to calm down and feel a little better.

“Feel better?” I asked, carding my fingers through his inky black hair.

Logan nodded. Ezra kissed his jaw. “Good. But don’t think you don’t deserve to be a dad, Logan.” Logan looked at Ezra, his jaw tightening. “I mean it, baby. If you don’t want kids, that’s fine. Spencer and I don’t particularly care either way. We love being uncles and it just being the three of us. But if you ever want the idea of kids brought to the table, don’t let your past hold you back.”

Logan sighed. “Stop being my therapist. I pay Dr. Helen a lot of money to do that.”

Ezra snorted and smacked Logan’s ass. “Smart ass.”

Logan winked at him, then leaned in to kiss Ezra. My chest tightened all while warmth pooled in my gut when their kiss turned languid and hot. Ezra gripped Logan’s ass, tugging him closer.

“Don’t start something you two don’t intend to finish,” I rasped.

Logan pulled back, looking up at me, his dark eyes like molten pools of chocolate. My breath hitched in my throat, and a shiver raced down my spine. Logan pushed himself off Ezra and prowled toward me. “You saying you want something, pretty boy?”

Fuck.

I swallowed thickly. “What do you have in mind?”

His grin was wicked, and I squeaked when he suddenly leaned down and shoved his shoulder into my abdomen before tipping me over, his arm banded around my thighs. Ezra was already on his feet, and he was smiling knowingly.

“Let’s get you in the bedroom, and I’ll show you, pretty boy.”

Chapter 4

Logan

Spencer’s body bounced when I tossed him onto the mattress, but he didn’t even have a true moment to be stunned before I was straddling his narrow hips, gripping his chin, and slanting my lips across his. He moaned, going all soft and pliant beneath me, just like he always did.

A throaty groan sounded from my throat when Ezra’s calloused hands slid beneath my shirt and glided up my back, his thumbs applying just the right amount of pressure to somewhat relax me and also make my cock drool in my sweats.

I was so fucking hard, it hurt. The night had been rough. Fuck, the whole afternoon had. Spiraling wore me down in a way physical labor never could.

But there was something about the way my men fiercely protected me, even from myself, that got me all hot and bothered.

“Look at the two of you,” Ezra murmured as Spencer moaned into our kiss again, his hips rolling up to seek friction. “The two of you together is so fucking pretty.”

“Nah,” I rasped, leaning up. I traced Spencer’s kiss-swollen bottom lip with the pad of my thumb, a smirk tilting my lips. His pupils were blown wide, and his cheeks were flushed. Christ, I could never get enough of how fucking sinful he looked when he was all turned on and needy. “He’s our pretty one, aren’t you, pretty boy?”

Spencer made a small noise in the back of his throat before slowly nodding his head. Ezra leaned over my shoulder, his hand pressing into the mattress right above Spencer’s shoulder. “Yeah, he is,” Ezra agreed. Then, he turned his head and sucked my lobe between his teeth. I groaned, grinding against Spencer, which just made Spencer whine. “But no one said you couldn’t be pretty, too, baby.”

My heart squeezed. Ezra always knew what to say to get me in my fucking feelings.

“And you’d be even prettier with this fucking shirt off,” Spencer grumbled, pulling at the fabric like it was personally offending him.

Whatever he wanted, he fucking got.

Gripping the hem of my shirt, I tugged it over my head and tossed it to the floor. Spencer sat up, his lips pressing to my collarbone before he trailed them over my shoulder, then down to my chest. I cupped the back of his head, hissing a breath through my teeth and gripping a handful of his hair when he scraped his teeth over my nipple.

“Which one of us is topping Logan tonight?” Ezra asked.

Christ. I was kind of hoping Spencer would take the opportunity because I wanted to ride him. And if I got to ride Spencer, then that meant I could choke on Ezra’s cock. It’d be a damn good way to end a shitty day.

Spencer just shrugged, distracted. His hands skimmed up my sides, and I shuddered, my breath hitching in my throat. He was such a tactile lover, and I was so fucking here for it.

“I’ve got a—fuck, pretty boy,” I hissed when he swirled his tongue around my nipple. “You trying to fucking kill me here?”

He just hummed before laving his tongue over the sensitive nub. I rolled my hips, hissing a breath through my teeth. How the fuck was I supposed to think when he was so goddamn good with his mouth?