Page 115 of Season of Gifts

His balls snugged tight.His cock ached.He begged for permission with a whimper, and another, and another.Eyes closed, he could see everything she said and more.His wrists cuffed to the headboard.Alice riding his dick, his thumbs frantic on her clit.Henry stuffed in his mouth, pumping his hips, hard and demanding, but gently sweeping Jay’s hair back from his face.

“No one sucks Henry’s cock better than you do.Show us how much you love sucking him off.You could come just from that, couldn’t you?He wants you to come with him.”

His hips flexed; he thrust into Alice’s hand.His mouth hung open in a guttural wail, louder without Henry’s cock to muffle it.

“He’s watching you, Jay.”Alice whispered in his ear, her voice dancing with delight.“See the arousal in his eyes?That dark pine green pinning you with his gaze while he fucks you, your beautiful lips wrapped around his cock.He’s holding himself back.Waiting for you.Don’t make him wait, sweetheart.Come for Henry.Comenow.”

The fireworks shot down his spine and out his cock like he’d bought the deluxe package.Alice lit him up until he was spent.He sagged, knees flapping wide.Her thighs twitched along his back and his right leg.He should help her with that.Fuck, she’d done a number on him.He swallowed to get some saliva back, his mouth too dry to talk.“Thank you, Alice.”

She rolled her head against his, her nose tickling his ear.“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

He blinked into the bright bathroom lights.

Henry stood across from them, leaning against the sink counter, his eyes fixed on Jay.“My beloved boy.You were magnificent.”

“I—you—” Tears cluttered up his eyes and blocked his throat.

Henry’s eyes only spoke truth, and the closer he moved, the deeper the love in them, the denser the forest, an endless expanse that Jay could ride into and never return.“You have your wish book with you?Sometime today, I would like you to write out your fantasy for me.I’m sorry I haven’t the energy yet to give you all you need, but you wanting it from me?That is something I dearly need, Jay.That I will always need.”

Henry descended with a kiss, rough and tender, demanding and consoling, gears shifting faster than Jay could match.Whimpering in surrender, he let Henry lead.The rush emptied him out and filled him up again.This was the feeling he’d missed.The one texts and phone calls couldn’t match.The surrender in his body when his dominants touched him relaxed every muscle, eased every ache.They called him home, to the place Danny named his center, where everything was still.

He clung to Henry’s lips until his husband drifted out of reach.

Alice hugged him tight, sighing softly.“Now wasn’t that better than a cold shower?”

Loads better.

He snorted.

“You have to ask?”He’d need a warm shower to clean up, though.His stomach would itch when the mess dried.

“No,” she whispered.“I can feel how much better it is.”

Henry kissed her, and she melted.Maybe he’d looked like that too, all loose-limbed and flowing, a stream running where Henry directed.Henry dripped kisses on her lips, tapering off.

With a hand on each of them, clasping the sides of their necks, Henry hummed softly.“I don’t believe I told you last night how proud I am of both of you.But I am, and I will show you in all the ways I am able for the rest of our lives.”

“Deal.”He rushed to claim the offer before the clock ran out, and Henry kissed him again, softer this time.

They turned as one to Alice, and she shrugged lightly, her smile shining in her eyes.“I expect nothing less.”Gripping Henry’s arm, she wobbled to her feet.“But not this morning, because that was intense, and Jay needs to wash my hair while we clean up before breakfast.”

Wash her hair, make her come in the shower, sure, whichever she wanted.Maybe both.And then food, and lots of it.“Is Mom awake?Should we hustle?I can help with breakfast.”

“She is, you have a bit of time while she drinks her first cup of tea”—Henry ticked off the answers on his fingers—“and I would be delighted to have your assistance in the kitchen.”He gazed down at his fuddy-duddy pj’s.“In something other than pajamas, a state I came here to rectify.Casual clothing today, my dears.I’ll lay something on the bed for you and see you downstairs when you’re ready.”

A good morning.He wouldn’t take that for granted again.Like Henry said—not for the rest of their lives.“Thank you, Henry.”

Chapter sixty-three

Alice

Alicesatbackatthe breakfast table and ogled her server.Not too-too much—Mother was sitting to her left, after all.But enough so he’d know she was watching and appreciating.

Jay rocked a floral kitchen apron like nobody’s business.He didn’t technically need one; Henry had diced an acre of omelet fillings by the time she and Jay made it down from showering and dressing.But she couldn’t fault Henry’s style this morning.Jay had rucked up the sleeves to the elbow on the pine-green top Henry had laid out for him.Soft cotton clung and swayed with him when he moved, and the black jeans hugged his ass.

Henry’s greeting had included kisses for them both before he lowered the apron over Jay’s head.“I require an assistant today, if you’ll be mine,” he’d murmured.“And I must protect such a stunning asset.”

Even hidden behind an apron with scattered wildflowers—pink and purple and yellow and blue—and flowing, curly script declaring itGrandmother’s garden, Jay glowed with confidence and competence.He relayed their omelet orders to Henry at the stove.He topped off their glasses and brewed Mother a second cup of tea with different leaves.He fetched plates and ferried completed meals and never stopped moving, not for a second, but he orbited around Henry with the biggest damn grin.

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