Page 66 of Painting Together a Family
Dev’s ass clenched around him, milking him.
He bit his lower lip to keep from crying out and slammed into Dev, coming hard.
Dev’s spunk coated his fingers, his lover joining him in pleasure. Oh good. Good. That made him so happy that he’d brought Dev over the edge with him.
He collapsed down onto Dev, panting hard, and still buried deep in the wonderful, tight heat of Dev’s body. He’d forgotten somehow just how good this could be.
“Thank you.” Dev hummed and slid his hand over Bryan’s ass. “That was amazing, lover.”
Lover.
He was Dev’s lover.
“It was. Thankyou.” He was going to have to make sure it wasn’t as long a time span as it had been before he did it again. “Let me get us cleaned up and I’ll find where our undies wound up.” Much as he’d love to have just fallen asleep instead, they had four kids they did not want walking in on their naked asses.
“Mmhmm… need help?”
He wasn’t sure Dev could stand up, let alone help.
“No, you’re good, babe. I’ve got this.” This was the easy part. At least it would be once he managed to make himself pull out of Dev and get up.
“’kay. Love you.” Dev kissed his nose, blinking at him.
He froze, the words going straight to his gut. Then he nodded and smiled. “Me, too,” he whispered before fleeing the room to wet a cloth to clean them both up. Dev loved him. Bry wasn’t sure he was ever going to stop smiling.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Daddy! Daddy, I need to practice. Please. Can everyone be quiet for half an hour?” Marley was in tears. “I have a recital in three weeks! I need to practice!”
“Okay. Okay, I’ll deal with it.” Dev’s head was pounding, but that was mostly because he wanted to work, and he couldn’t. “Hey, guys. Marley needs to practice. Do you want to go up to the roof?”
“Daddy says we can’t go unless a grown-up is with us,” Dylan informed him.
“Guess what. I am a grown-up!” He winked and started gathering kiddos. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“I wanna watch cartoons,” Juni complained.
“Cartoons!” Micah parroted, predictably.
“But the swings are up on the roof,” Dylan pointed out. “I wanna swing. C’mon, Micah.”
Micah looked from Juni to his brother, and back, then shrugged. “I do swings.”
Juni crossed her arms defiantly. “Fine. I’ll watch cartoons all by myself.”
“Get your sweaters,” he told the boys. It wasn’t warm enough up there without them. Hell, they wouldn’t be able to play upthere for too much longer. When they ran off to get them, he turned to Juni. “If I find out you played the TV loud enough to bother your sister, you lose television privileges for a week, understand?”
“No fair!”
“Juniper.”
She pouted and glared, but he waited her out until she finally sighed and nodded.
“I need you to say it.”
Juni rolled her eyes, but did say, “I understand.” Then she headed to the living room.
The boys came back, Dylan in a sweater, Micah in a hoodie, and they each took one of his hands, but he waited until he heard the TV go on, and the volume get turned down before he turned to them.
