Page 32 of Sold on Them

He nods. “I can get behind that. Are you going to clue me in on your plans?”

Glancing at Royce, who just shrugs, I sigh. “I guess we can share that with you.”

By the time I finish telling him our plans, he’s grinning—and sporting a massive erection.

“Holy shit. How big is your cock?” I didn’t mean for the words to slip out, but damn.

“Really big,” Royce assures me. “You should have seen what he was wearing for the auction. Actually, you’ll see later. I dropped his and Mackenzie’s lingerie off to be cleaned on our way up last night. Should be here any time now. But it was very revealing. He’s massive even when he’s soft.”

The knowing smirk on Damon’s face should piss me off, but it doesn’t. I really just want to see his cock to see if Royce is exaggerating.

A knock sounds, and if it’s reaching us in here, then it surely woke up Parker and Mackenzie. “Damn, I was hoping they could sleep a little longer.”

“It’s probably the laundry. Come on before one of them tries to answer the door.” Royce is on his feet and halfway across the room before his words register.

Shit.

Yeah, we don’t need either of them answering the door. Parker knows better, but Mackenzie doesn’t.

Damon stiffens, glancing between Royce’s disappearing back and me. “What’s that all about?”

“The story that isn’t mine to tell. Parker knows not to answer the door, but I’d prefer if neither you nor Mackenzie did either. It’s for your own safety.”

His eyes narrow, and I’m sure he wants to ask more, but luckily, he just nods. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good news! Your outfits from the auction are back,” Royce is saying as Damon and I step out to join them. “If you’ll put them back on, we can get the fun started. Oh, and Parker, there’s a little something for you, too.”

Mackenzie scurries over and grabs the lingerie from Royce. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, what?” he practically growls, sending a shiver down her spine as I smile.

“Thank you, daddy.” Then she’s hurrying to the bathroom off the main room and shutting the door behind her.

Royce hands Damon a scrap of material, and I lift an eyebrow. It looks like it’s not going to cover a damn thing.

“You can use Parker’s room, while Parker uses the master,” Royce murmurs as he grabs Parker’s hand and brings him over to me. He holds up the scrap of material to give each of us a flash of it before pushing it into Parker’s hand and nudging him toward the room.

“Wait. Before you get changed, we need to bring the mattress back into the bedroom. Help us?” We can’t exactly make use of the restraints attached to the bed without a mattress, now can we?

Royce, Parker, and I drag it into the bedroom and get it set back up before leaving Parker to dress in the scrap of material that I can’t wait to see on him.

“That’s all Damon was wearing at the auction?” I can’t help asking after a few moments.

Royce just nods, leaning against the wall. “Do you have it on yet, Parker?”

“Not yet,” he calls back, and I sigh. I’m so ready to get on with our day.

Royce leans in and kisses me, squeezing my cock through my pants. “Eager, are we?”

“Fuck off,” I tell him with a laugh, breaking away when I hear the creak of a door opening.

Turning, I find Mackenzie standing there in a mostly see-through black number that has me practically panting. “Holy shit.”

“Right? Wait until you see Damon and Parker.” Royce chuckles before gesturing for Mackenzie to join us.

“You look amazing, little one,” I breathe out as she stops in front of us.

She ducks her head, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. “Little one?”

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