Page 193 of The Home Game

Antoni sat up abruptly, squinting at Charlie and Dustin. “What the hell?”

Charlie beamed. “We never got a chance to greet the newlyweds the way Matty greeted us, so I thought I’d return the favor this morning.”

“Umm,” Antoni said, blinking. “Thanks?”

Matty looked him over. His hair was wild and he had a hickey on his neck. Whoops. Apparently Matty had gotten a little enthusiastic last night after they got home from the party.

“You’re horrible people,” Matty said with a groan, flopping back against the pillows.

“Hey!” Dustin protested. “You started it!”

“I regret that now,” Matty said to the ceiling. “I regret everything.”

“Even me?” Antoni said, his voice a little rough. Matty wondered if it was just sleep or the amazing blowjob from last night. Maybe both.

“Nah,” Matty said, pulling him close and tucking him against his shoulder. “Never you.”

“Gosh, they’re adorable,” Charlie said with a sigh.

“Almost as adorable as us,” Dustin agreed.

With a laugh, Matty kicked him.

“Ow!” Dustin huffed. “That hurt.”

“You climbed into my bed!”

“And you nearly broke mine!”

They squabbled for a few minutes before Antoni cleared his throat. “Um, guys, could we break up this party? I really need to pee and I have no pants on.”

Charlie giggled. “Ooh, we get breakfast and a show!”

Matty sat up. “There’s breakfast? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’re making it, Mattykins!” Charlie leaned forward and kissed his cheek before hopping off the bed. “We brought the fixings and you can do the work. The whole team’s coming!”

“This doesn’t seem very fair,” Matty grumbled.

“Well, now that you’re married with a family, you never invite us over for your breakfasts anymore,” Dustin said with a frown. “So we invited ourselves.”

“Huh, that’s true.” Matty had missed cooking for guys who spent the night or came over in search of food and company. He flung back the covers. “Okay, I’ll make breakfast.”

Charlie made a strangled noise. “Jesus, Matty! You’re packing in the front and the back.”

Matty glanced down at his naked lap and shrugged, strolling to the bathroom. “That’s what you get for stopping by uninvited.”

“I wasn’t complaining!” Charlie called after him and Dustin made an annoyed sound.

Antoni slipped into the bathroom behind him, wrapped in a blanket, still half-asleep looking. Matty grinned at him in the mirror, poking his tongue through the gap in his teeth because he knew it made Antoni laugh.

Antoni grinned back, then kissed his bicep. “Hey. Why don’t we shower, then go make your team breakfast?”

Matty sighed. “You know, I was planning something more fun than that this morning.”

Antoni dropped the blanket. “Well, there’s always the shower …”

Later that afternoon, after the kids had returned and the team had been fed, Antoni was just debating if he wanted another mimosa when there was a knock on the door.

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