Page 99 of The Team

“Welcome, darlings,” he said. “Please come. Take your bags upstairs; same room as last time. Freshen up, thenjoin us by the pool. We’re lounging in this glorious sunshine.”

They did as they were bid, and Jay shook his head as he threw his duffle bag onto the bed. “Remember what you did to me last time we were here?”

Rhett snorted. “How can I forget?”

“I’ll take a repeat tonight,” Jay said.

“Is that an order?”

“Hell yes, it is. Two nights with my family was great and all, but you won’t fuck me in my mother’s house because you havestandardsor some such bullshit, and I have needs, Rhett.”

“I won’t fuck you in your mother’s house because you’re too loud.”

Jay grinned at him as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it at him. “Then find something to gag me with.”

Then he whipped off his shorts, stood there in all his naked glory, as he rifled through his bag. He held up a pair of tiny Speedos victoriously before squeezing into them.

“Those are obscene,” Rhett mumbled, drinking every inch of him in.

Jay turned a few angles to give him a proper view. “Well, yeah. That’s why I bought them.”

Rhett sighed and chose his much more sensible board shorts. Jay couldn’t help but ogle him, taking in his long, lean body, gorgeous muscles, his defined abs.

“God, you’re gonna fuck me so hard tonight,” Jay murmured. He pulled his sarong around his waist and tied it off. “I’d suggest we start right now and not surface for a day or two, but there’s someone I need to go see.”

Rhett chuckled. “We have five days here. I’m sure we’ll find time.” He readjusted his junk. “Sure hope the poolwater is cold. You shouldn’t talk about sex like that.” He pretended to be mad as he plucked a shirt from his bag. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Rhett could pretend not to be excited all he liked, but Jay knew he was looking forward to this.

They made their way downstairs, through the beautiful house, to the pool area. It was, like the rest of the house, impeccable. Massive tiles, landscaped gardens, sunbeds in the shade, and a pool that could be in any of those design magazines.

But the people . . .

Lucas was on a sunbed, wearing white shorts, his shirt unbuttoned, reading something on his tablet. He wore his black eyepatch, and he had a cane beside him, but he looked healthy and happy.

Yunho was at a patio table next to him, laptop open, newspaper and coffee cup by his hand. Of course, he spotted them first. “Ah, come over. Jay, darling, you look fabulous.”

Jay grinned at him. “I know,” he said, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Jun-mei.

She stood up from her sunbed, her hand to her mouth. She wore a one-piece bathing suit and a long see-through overshirt. Her hair was now in a pixie cut, and she looked amazing.

Jay went to her and gave her a hug. “Look at you! Your hair is fabulous. You are gorgeous.”

She nodded, eyes glassy, but happy tears this time. “I am so happy,” she said. “I never dreamed of this. This place.” She gestured to the pool just as Yin was getting out.

Jun-mei and Jay both stared as he hoisted himself out of the water with ease, muscles bulging, water streamingdown his naked torso. His black board shorts clinging to every bulge...

“And this man,” Jay murmured.

Rhett gave him a shove. “I heard that.”

Jay grinned without shame and Jun-mei giggled. Rhett went over to meet Yin, shaking his hand. “Looking relaxed,” Rhett said.

Yin laughed.

Actually freaking laughed.

“Happiness looks good on him,” Jay murmured to Jun-mei.