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Miller

M oving day. I hate fucking moving. Even if we’re only swapping houses, it still requires boxes, and bubble wrap, and more boxes. Luckily, with so many men around, there’s enough muscle that it’s easier. How does that saying go? Many hands make light work? Or some shit like that.

Justin and Cole are here helping. Dempsey is with the girls having a girls’ day with Katy for her birthday tomorrow, and all the kids are at a mother’s morning out program except Miles, who’s being doted on by Spencer’s father.

We refused to let Eddie help, but he insisted he wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing, so the girls gave him the most important job. Baby duty.

“Are you ready for baby number three, Cole?” Blake is two days overdue, and you’d never know it. She was so excited to get a pedicure because that’s how Annie went into labor.

“More than ready. I can’t wait to find out if it’s a girl or a boy. I’m thinking boy.” After much convincing, Annie persuaded them not to find out the gender of the baby. They already have everything they need since they had boy/girl twins the first time. Cole whined the most when the decision was made, but after a while, he understood the excitement. He enjoys the reactions of others when he tells them they aren’t finding out.

“Has everyone picked rooms yet?” Eddie sits on Spencer’s couch in the pool house, cuddling Miles while he watches us load everything onto a trailer to tow it down the driveway. Most of the furniture is being swapped since Eddie said it isn’t his style.

“Only Katy. The rest of us don’t care.” I lick my lips and turn away from Lincoln’s shirtless form. We’ve been so busy packing and working that there hasn’t been much time for the fun stuff.

“Tuck, is everything all set for tonight?” I pass him a box labeled GUEST BATH with red tape across it.

Being in a relationship with the owner of a nightclub has its perks. Tucker has closed the restaurant portion for the night, and we’re having a party for Katy. She confided in us that she’s never had a birthday party before and we want to make the first one with her in our family special.

“Of course. My manager has been texting me all day with the details. We’ve posted to our social medias that the restaurant is closed for a private party. The cake has already arrived, and the decorations are looking perfectly girly.” He pulls out his phone and turns the screen toward us.

“Oh my god.” Axel bursts out laughing. “Does the bull have a unicorn horn?”

“Of course it does. It’s a unicorn party. I don’t do things small, especially for the ones I care about.”

We had Hannah ask Katy what her favorite animal was, and she told her unicorns. It feels fitting despite her turning seventeen. She’s never had a party before, and what little girl didn’t imagine, once in their lifetime, having a unicorn-themed celebration?

“Alright, Eddie. We need the couch. It’s the last thing to go on the trailer before we head back up the driveway. Cole, grab an end.” Eddie stands with the baby, and Cole and I load the couch. Justin drives it up to the house, and the rest of us walk.

“This was really nice of you, Mr.—” Eddie arches a brow at Cole before he finishes his sentence. “Eddie, the extra space will be so nice for them.”

“Not nice, just practical. Have you seen all of these men crammed into this small pool house? It’s like a can of Vienna sausages. Besides, now I can hire a housekeeper to come once a week. It’ll be a quarter of the price, and I won’t have to clean. I may be old, but I’m no fool, son.”

I slow my pace and grab the belt loop on the back of Lincoln’s pants so he’ll walk with me. “I really need you to put a fucking shirt on before I start licking the sweat off your chest. I’m so goddamn horny, and you’re not helping walking around looking like fucking sex on a stick.” He spins and stops short in front of me. Our chests crash together, and it does nothing to tamp down my arousal.

“Are you struggling, Fireball? Are you needy?” His hand slides up my chest, grazing my nipple. My cock jumps, and I groan.

“You aren’t fucking helping.” Before we moved in with Spencer, we were splitting time between our two apartments and talking about downsizing to one. Our playtime was anytime, anywhere, but since moving into the pool house and having Katy so close, we’ve been limited to shower quickies, and they just aren’t as satisfying.

I’m excited to move into the new house. Katy is taking the downstairs master with the attached bathroom, so she has everything she needs for her and the baby. She hasn’t officially told us yet that she’s keeping it, but we all know without needing her words. But even if she decides not to continue with the pregnancy, she still has her privacy.

The other bedrooms and the bonus room are upstairs. We decided the bonus room would be the community bedroom, but anyone who wanted privacy could use the extra rooms. Somehow, I don’t think any of the other rooms will get used.

Cole informed us that Annie was gifting us a special bed, called a Family Bed, that will fit us all. I won’t argue with her if she wants to purchase a seven thousand dollar bed. Oh, and several sets of the special sheets needed. In a few days, we’ll be sleeping in luxury.

“Let’s go, boys,” Tucker yells down the driveway. “Spencer just texted, and they’re done at the salon. We need to get this trailer unloaded so we can get ready.”

“Coming.”

“Not yet, you aren’t.” Lincoln runs his hand over my semi-hard cock through my pants, and I want to strip for him right here and now. “Katy is spending the night at Justin’s since the house isn’t set up yet. If you can be a good boy for the rest of the night, I’ll take care of this and more.” He punctuates his words with a squeeze to my head, and I bite my lip to stop the carnal growl that desperately wants to come out.

“I make no promises.”

“I do.” He jerks my cock twice and walks away. I have to lean over and brace my hands on my knees. Two tugs. Two fucking tugs is all it takes for me to almost lose control. I inhale several deep breaths to calm myself from not blowing my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.

Lincoln’s retreating ass is just as enticing as his shirtless front, and I force myself to stare down at my feet as I walk the rest of the way to the house.

We quickly unload the furniture and boxes and put them in their proper rooms. Spencer is meticulous with her packing. Every box is sealed with a different-colored tape, and each corresponding room has a piece of the same tape color, indicating to anyone with eyes which boxes and furniture go where. It’s genius and foolproof.

“The girls just got to my house, so we have about an hour to get ready.” Cole waves his cell, indicating he got a notice from Annie and Blake about their location. Since we were already here and they were all going out together, we decided to meet at the club to save time. Nicole is a hairdresser and will help everyone get ready at Annie’s house, which is also where the highly vetted babysitters will be staying. Babysitters, plural, because we learned the hard way when you get the kids all together, it requires lots of adults.

“There’s two showers in the pool house and three here, so we can all get the washing-up part done quickly.” Tucker lifts off his hat and swipes his forehead with the back of his hand. Even that is fucking hot.

Shit. I need a cold shower.

“You’re drooling, Fireball.” Lincoln’s whisper in my ear makes me shiver. His deep voice vibrates under my skin.

“I’m fucking horny, Babe. Shower with me so I can take the edge off.”

Lincoln’s hand rises, and he toys with the collar of my t-shirt. “I could, but wouldn’t it be so much sweeter to wait for later?”

“No, no, it fucking wouldn’t.” Grabbing his hand, I brush it over my erection. “I wonder if Tucker would help me out?” I tip my head to the window where Tucker stands just outside. I see it in his eyes; the reaction I’m looking for.

“Why don’t you ask him and see how red I make your ass tonight.” He squeezes my cock again, but this time, I’m in control of the game, and the pleasure courses through me.

“Maybe I will.” I step back, adjusting myself before walking out of the house and straight to Tucker. I lean into his ear with a quick smile over my shoulder to Lincoln, who’s followed me out.

“Lincoln threatened me with a spanking if I came over here and asked you if you’d like to shower with me. It sounds like a really fucking good time to me, but he’s trying to kill me with delayed gratification. Will you walk with me to the pool house so I can pretend to earn my punishment?”

Tucker’s lips lift into a devilish grin, and he grabs a fistful of my shirt.

“Bruiser, did you really just come over to me, with all this bravado, and tell me you want me to pretend to tease your boyfriend because you want a spanking?”

Oh fuck. Why did I think this was a good idea?

“Let’s go.” He tugs on my shirt in the direction of the pool house.

“What…where are we going?”

He gives me a stern look. “To take a shower together. I don’t fucking pretend to do anything, and I’m sure as hell going to be there to watch him tan your ass later. Now, let’s get going before we’re late meeting the girls.”

I stumble behind Tucker, stunned that my teasing has become torture.

“Tucker?”

“Bruiser?”

“You’re just fucking with Lincoln, right? Or me?” He peers back at me, and the tilt of his lip tells me I’m in for it. “Shit.”

“Like I said, I’m a grown adult, and I don’t play pretend.” He pauses and huffs. “Well, that’s not the truth. I’ll certainly be pretending that you’re going to come while we take our shower. I’m with my little brother; delayed gratification is fun.

“Fuck.”

Tucker was telling the truth. He drags my ass into the shower and washes my hair, lulling me into a false sense of security. When his soapy hand slips around my hip and pumps my cock I almost burst on the spot.

Tucker’s hands are larger and more calloused than Lincoln’s. His grip is firmer as he strokes me.

“Don’t you fucking come, Bruiser. You already have one punishment coming to you, and I promise you don’t want to add another one.”

“Are you sure?” I rotate my hips and rub my ass across Tucker’s hard cock, poking me from behind. The air at my back quickly turns cold as Tucker steps away from me, and a loud crack echoes through the room.

“Holy shit balls.” The heat from his slap radiates across my ass cheek as his hand rubs over the sting.

“Do you want nine more of those for being a brat?”

Before I can answer with a resounding no, Tucker moves his hand back to stroking my cock, and my body falls against his.

“I’ll be good.”

“That’s right, you will. You’ll be a good boy for me and my brother.”

I fucking hate that I love being called that so much. It’s emasculating and arousing at the same time, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I’ll be their good boy. Their good fucking boy.