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“Burton told me you two humped each other against the wall while I was out cold in the bed right next to you. Did one of you think to record it for me?”

Sunshine’s hands slid along my hips, up my stomach, which twitched under his touch, before they settled on my chest. He buried his forehead in the middle of my back and his hot breath struck all the right nerves, making me desperate to get my hands on the man.

On top of the searing kiss I shared with B and the innocent ask of naked fun in the shower, I was almost at my wit’s end, leaking in my tented sweats.

“What was the question?” I choked out as his fingers danced down my hips before he stroked up and down my ready cock.

He huffed a choked laugh against my back and gave me one last squeeze before he lifted himself onto the counter next tome and leaned in for a kiss. I breathed out, more to get my equilibrium back than relieved he released me, and leaned my forehead against his.

B came into the kitchen, showered and with damp hair, with a smile on his face as though he knew what we’d been up to and he approved.

“Is this how you guys predicted our first Valentine’s day would go?”

Both Sunshine and I laughed.

“With how chaotic your lives became since you brought me home, I wasn’t expecting anything. I only want to be with you two, even if we’re eating our romantic dinner on the couch with the girls in their beds near us. Sex isn’t a requirement, although I enjoy every bit of what we do together.

“I’ve heard stories of couples who, on their wedding day, becoming too overwhelmed by the day. At the end of the night, people expect the best sex of their lives. The same assumption happens on days like today. As long as I’m with you two, I’m good.”

B gasped out, “The ultimate disrespect thinking thatI, Burton Kavka-Horváth, do not have the energy to fuck you both into oblivion tonight,andhave the energy left over to drag you both into the shower for another round.”

Sunshine snagged B and cuddled him in between his legs, giggling as B pressed his face against his neck and breathed out.

“Nope, I wasn’t questioning that. I was trying to admit even after the four-hour nap I took when we arrived home, I’m still beat from getting up at an early hour that somehow used to be normal, but is contemptible at my old age of twenty-six.”

B lifted his head and glared at me.

“The last thing I would ever say is that you don’t have stamina,” I agreed. “But you have to admit, with the waySunshine crashed after we tucked him in earlier, we should give him time to recuperate before we fuck his brains out.”

Of course, concern for our man had B relenting, going back to cuddling against him after he blew out a long breath.

“Okay. But tomorrow morning, since we all have the day off, and I mean all morning, we fuck like bunnies!”

I chuckled out a laugh and finished chopping grape tomatoes, adding them to the diced cucumber, red onions, avocado, and white mushrooms that were on a bed of spinach and arugula. I removed the homemade buttermilk ranch dressing and the blue cheese crumbles from the refrigerator, setting them on the side. The marinated steak in the ziplock was the last step, set aside for me to sear, and then dinner was ready.

The oven beeped. “Oh, B, can you grab the croutons and the bread from the oven?”

With his everlasting energy, he bounced over and pulled out the trays, taking the time to shut off the oven after putting both of them on trivets, before moving back into Sunshine’s embrace. The younger man smiled at me as I reached out and traced my knuckles down his cheek, returning his smile.

With the cast-iron skillet on high heat, I flipped the switch above the stove, grateful for the vent, which had an air filter to remove cooking smells from the house, and placed the steaks on the hot pan. I discarded the marinade down the sink before I cleaned the bag for its next use, and it gave me enough time to flip the steak.

Another three minutes and I pressed a finger onto it, and happy it was medium rare, removed it from the pan and onto a cutting board to rest.

B and Sunshine were both looking at me as I set the pan aside to cool and blinked at them.

“What?”

“I love capable men making things like cooking look easy. Can Ipleasehave your babies, lover?”

Sunshine blinked at me with innocent eyes, and I shook my head at the silliness, especially when B fluttered his eyelashes and fanned himself.

When I leaned in and caught the look of pure desire on the younger man’s face, I pressed my lips to his with a sigh. B caught my lips as I pulled back from the kiss and then he tilted Sunshine back and nibbled on his neck, making him giggle and squirm.

“I love how you two are mine, as improbable as all of this is to me,” I said. “Come on, let’s go find something to watch and eat dinner. What do you want to drink?”

“I’ll get it. Petal?”

“Water is fine. I’m afraid if I have anything alcoholic, I’ll pass out on the couch before long.”