Page 117 of His Boys to Protect

John stood up and grabbed his notepad. “Enough of that. Let's get to work.”

Ward hurried after him.

The day passed by in a blur of activity. Between touring the fields to monitor the vines, checking on the vats and barrels, and everything else they had to do, Ward and John were both a sweaty mess by the time evening rolled around. And it was a good thing he'd had to stick close to John most of the day. Otherwise, Ward would have been obsessively checking his phone. Just in case the boys needed him.

As it was, he only got one brief text exchange right around midday.

Charlie: It's really weird not needing to do our 'good morning' texts since we woke up in the same place. Are you eating lunch? It's lunchtime. You should eat. My Sky and I are having salad!

After that came a selfie of Charlie and Skylar, standing at the kitchen counter with two bowls of salad in front of them. They were still in the clothes they'd worn to bed last night.

Geez, they're beautiful. Ward couldn't wait to get home to them. He fired off a text back, but had to skip a picture of his own. Ward had a feeling Charlie wouldn't like seeing the fast food he'd gotten for himself in a hurry while out dropping off a case of wine with their distributor.

Me: Good job, buddy! I'm proud of you. Both of you.

Charlie: :-D :-D :-D :-D

Ward grinned and forced himself to put his phone away.

But he checked it again once more before he left work for the night. The only new message was from his brother.

Vaughn: Car should be here tomorrow. I'll let you know when I find something.

Ward replied with a thumbs-up emoji, then set his phone down and fired up his truck. He hoped the boys were relaxing. Maybe he'd get home to find them curled up on the couch with a book.

The thought had him smiling the whole way into town.

Evening rush-hour traffic seemed worse than usual, stalling his progress, but he finally made it home. Ward unlocked his door and rushed inside, barely remembering to take off his boots in his hurry to see the boys.

He looked around, but there was no sign of them. “Boys?” he called. “I'm home.” When he got no answer, he felt his heart skip a beat. What if they'd left? “Skylar? Charlie?”

“In here!” Skylar called.

Ward heaved a sigh of relief, banishing memories of Kelly and all the others, and headed for the bedroom. “Did you boys have a good–” He lurched to a stop in the doorway. Skylar and Charlie both lay on the bed, completely naked, kissing and fondling one another. “Oh. Sorry. I–” Ward blushed and started to turn away.

“No! Ward!” Skylar called. He sat up, reaching for him. “Damn it. I'm sorry. We weren't meaning for you to feel left out. We were hoping to surprise you, hoping this would turn you on.”

“Oh.”

Skylar got a sly smile on his face. “Do you like this, Daddy? Coming home to find your boys naked in your bed?”

“Geez, Sky,” Ward gasped. He squeezed the growing bulge in his jeans, then took a step towards them.

“Hhnn,” Charlie whined. He jabbed a finger at the bathroom.Shower! Hurry!he signed.

Ward chuckled and held up his hands. “Okay, buddy.” He gave the boys a lingering stare, taking in the lean, smooth linesof their naked bodies, then muttered a curse and whirled away. Ward dumped his clothes into the hamper and raced through a shower. His dick stood straight out from his body the whole time, hard and aching, desperate to get back to the bedroom. Despite that, he made sure he was thorough. He even took a couple minutes to brush his teeth, knowing the boys would appreciate it.

Finally, he padded into the bedroom, his dick leading the way.

Charlie was half on top of Skylar, so Ward climbed up beside the boys, running his hands all over them.Fuck. He just couldn't get enough. Who could possibly resist all this temptation?

“Hi, Daddy,” Skylar gasped.

“Hey, kitten.” Ward swooped in and gave the boy a kiss, then turned and claimed Charlie's mouth next. Both boys whimpered, kissing him back, opening up for him, returning his caresses, drawing him closer. When Charlie whined, Ward broke the kiss and leaned back just enough to see his face. “Hey, sweet boy. What do you need?”

Charlie pointed at his own dick, then at Skylar's groin. He signed,Help?

“Help? You want me to help you make Sky feel good?”

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