Page 72 of Moonstruck
“I never thought I’d let somebody call me a good boy without punching them in the face,” Zane mused.
“You can punch me in the face if you want, Lois. But I might retaliate by holding you down and reminding you who you belong to.”
“I don’t think that’s the deterrent you think it is,” Zane teased, pumping his hips up against Asa in a maneuver that in no way should have been sexy but was most definitely getting the job done.
“Nope, shower blowjobs is all you’re getting. Now, get your ass up.”
Asa rolled them before sitting up, depositing Zane on his feet. “Oh, God. I’m going to puke again.”
Then he was off in the bathroom. Asa sighed as the sound of retching reached him. Well, at least he was up. Asa stood, stretching his arms over his head. “Hang on, Lois. I’ll come and hold your hair back. That’s what married people do, right?”
* * *
When it came to looking disheveled, Zane was giving Archer a run for his money. Some might say Archer actually looked more alert than Zane, who currently laid with his head on the conference room table, drooling like a high school student sleeping through math class. He wore a black beanie cap, one of Asa’s Gemini hoodies, and a pair of jeans that molded to his ass and thighs in a way that almost made Asa forget about the meeting.
“What happened to him?” Noah asked, keeping his voice down, as if he was afraid to wake him.
“I’m no expert, but I’m going to guess alcohol,” Archer mused.
“Oh, you’re definitely selling yourself short,” Adam chided. “If there were a gold medal for alcoholism, you’d definitely be an Olympic champion.”
Archer tipped his fake cap at Adam as if he’d fed him a compliment. Maybe that was a compliment to Archer. Someday, scientists were going to study Archer’s liver under a jar and marvel about how it had survived years of abuse. He honestly couldn’t remember a time before the drinking started.
Lucas and August entered together, both in casual attire. Lucas was in jeans and a henley and August was in dress pants and a zip-front cardigan, which was the equivalent of jeans shorts when it came to August’s level of casual wear. Jericho was there as well, clothes clean but hands stained, and there was grease under his nails.
“Where’s Dad?” Adam asked August.
August shrugged, dropping into a chair while Lucas grabbed himself a diet soda from the fridge. “I thought he’d be in here.”
“What happened there?” Lucas asked with a smirk, pointing at Zane’s barely conscious form.
“Maybe he succumbed to his injuries,” Jericho mused. “Asa finally succeeded in fucking somebody to death.”
“Bold of you to assume I’ve never fucked a man to death,” Asa said before dropping his hand to rub Zane’s back. “Lois just needed some emotional support,” he added, using his pinky and thumb to mime drinking.
“Oof. Been there,” Noah said, looking at Zane sympathetically, before turning to Asa. “You know, I’m gonna need you to—”
Asa cut him off with an eye roll. “Yeah, yeah, replace your bottle. I’m aware. Seriously, where’s Dad? He’s never this late.”
Lucas shrugged. “We haven’t seen him. We left Cricket and the girls in the nursery and came straight down here.”
“Wait, the snot faucets are here?” Asa asked.
“I don’t think anybody whose boyfriend is actually drooling a puddle on the table gets to call our precious daughters snot faucets,” Lucas said.
Asa rolled his eyes but gently shook Zane. “Wakey, wakey, Lois. You can sleep later.”
Zane groaned but sat up, surreptitiously attempting to wipe the drool from his chin and the table.
“It’s too late. We’ve all seen your shame,” Asa said, handing him a bottle of water. “Drink this. All of it.”
“If the girls are here, you know where Dad is,” Archer said. “Hey, Calliope?”
Calliope’s voice echoed around them like the voice of God. “Yes, Captain Sparrow?”
Zane snickered, then quickly stopped when Archer raised one brow in his direction.
“Can you show us the nursery?”
