Page 24 of Phoenix Rising
She laughed and said, “Not even going to deny it, huh? Anyway, I called you bunny. You are so cute and sweet. I’m Mileena, but you can call me Mi. And my husband, Lew.”
Since I was still in Mi’s arms, I waved at Lew, but he stepped close and wrapped both of us in a hug. Despite his taller frame, he didn’t have as much muscle as his son. But both Luka’s and Burton’s parents accepted me, even after watching the scene between me and Hale. I savored the parental love until Luka cleared his throat.
“Breakfast?”
I buried my face in Lew’s shoulder and mumbled, “Coffee, for the love of all that is good and holy, coffee, please.”
“Mom, you can let him go now. We’ve done our best not to scare him off and suffocating him isn’t helping,” Luka said.
Burton detached me from Mi’s warmth and wrapped me in his arms, resting his head on my shoulder before burying his face against my neck.
Taking advantage of the situation, I asked, “How do eggs Benedict sound?” Burton laughed against my skin, leaving me shivering.
Luka pulled me closer and kissed me. With his lips pressed against mine, he said, “Anything for you, Sunshine.”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Burton’s, smiling when both sets of parents let out a sigh of appreciation.
With a room full of people that brought out the happiness inside me, I followed everyone toward the kitchen with a smile on my face and, for the first time in a long while, lightness in my heart.
CHAPTER 8
LUKA
After an entire daybeing ignored by the people who raised you, because come on, B’s parents were as involved in my life growing up as they were his, was… relaxing.
They doted on Phoenix and he absorbed all the love and affection he never received during his own childhood, while B and I sat in the living room and watched them with contentment. Other than the occasional meal I cooked, the parents banned us from the kitchen as Phoenix shared baking recipes with our moms while our dads repotted several plants after getting tips from the green thumb himself.
When they called it a night, B was asleep on the couch and I was five episodes into a mafia documentary I found fascinating.
“I’m heading upstairs for a bath,” Phoenix said before shooting up the stairs and slamming the door to the bedroom, waking B.
I leaned closer and stole a kiss, loving when the man pressed his lips to my own and hummed.
“Are they gone?”
I nodded, sitting upright.
“Yeah, it’s about time. I thought your mom was going to propose they stay the night based on her disappointed look when Lew mentioned it was time to leave.”
B shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she loves Phoenix more than me, which isn’t surprising. But I loved seeing him open up to parental affection, especially with our dads.”
Phoenix called from upstairs. “Can you two draw all the curtains and lock up for the night?”
It was a testament to our man that we both stood right after his request and did as he asked. I tackled the kitchen and the side patio while B headed for the main door and the living room curtains. We never bothered closing everything at night before Phoenix moved in. But now, we walked around less than dressed on most mornings after sleeping together naked, so it became our nighttime routine.
Within a few minutes of us settling back on the couch, Phoenix’s soft footfalls alerted us he was heading downstairs.
I choked as the younger man strolled into the room, beautiful and naked.
The man was stunning.
As was the growing confidence in himself and the glow as he blossomed into the man he wanted to be. It turned me the fuck on. And B too, based on the whimper that escaped his throat.
Without a word, he sat on the coffee table in front of us, his gorgeous legs splayed open as he leaned back and rested one hand on the coffee table. The devious smile widened at the sight of the two of us sitting dumbfounded on the couch with our mouths open.
“It turns me on when you two look at me like that.”
His deep, rumbling voice shivered over me before I froze, becoming mesmerized as his hand moved down his chest, brushing over his belly and hips, before he wrapped a hand around his hard, leaking prick, stroking up from base to tip.
