Fuuuuuck.
Thank god the man couldn’t see the morning wood he sported.
Sure, it was sneaky and underhanded, even though Hank had no clue…but to have a gorgeous subby guy bringing him morning coffee?
Uh, yes, please!
Even better, he got to sleep next to him every night, even if all they did was sleep.
It did hit him that he could easily be sneaky and underhanded and enlist JJ to help him shut down Hank’s talk about moving—
Wait, that’s theperfectidea.
That’sexactlywhat he’d do.
That’s why he wore a smile fifteen minutes later when he emerged from the bedroom, showered, shaved, and dressed for work. He smelled bacon and realized…
Yes, Hank had cooked them breakfast. Eggs and bacon and toast. JJ was already eating, and she smiled when Maddox walked out with his empty coffee mug in hand.
“Daddy cooked breakfast.”
“I see that.”
Hank had even set the table, and he laid a plate laden with bacon and scrambled eggs in the usual spot where Maddox sat.
“That’s yours,” Hank said. “Your toast is almost ready.”
It was only because JJ was there that Maddox was able to will his stubborn cock into submission. “This is fantastic, thank you.”
“Least I can do.” Their gazes met when Hank reached out to take his empty mug from him. “Refill?”
“Yeah, thanks.” He handed it over and forced himself to sit at the table and not watch Hank.
Because…yeah, that would totally mean he’d have a tent in his slacks, and he couldn’t do that around JJ.
He turned his focus to her instead. “Guess you have a story to tell in school today, huh?”
“Yeah.” She scowled as she chewed a mouthful of eggs. “Did the ground eat Daddy’s truck, or did the house eat it?”
Maddox chuckled. “The ground ate his truckandthe house.” He heard the toast pop, and before he could even turn, Hank had buttered the slices and set them on the edge of Maddox’s plate.
“There you go.” Then Hank sat at the table with his own plate to start eating.
“Thank you.”
Hank offered a tired smile, but then he focused on JJ. “You scared me last night, sweetheart. When you heard the noises, you should’ve come and got me first. You could’ve been hurt.”
“I didn’t know it was real. I thought I was asleep.”
“Now that we’re all awake,” Maddox said, “and not in any danger, can I get the story from the start?”
He watched Hank as he retold the events. Maddox’s guts clenched in an ugly way at how close he came to losing both of them.
Once Hank finished, he looked down at his plate for a moment. “Thanks again,” he softly said before those blue eyes landed on him. “I can’t thank you enough. I meant it—anything I can do, you name it.”
Maddox reached over and squeezed his shoulder. “Hey, I love you, dude. This is what best friends do for each other.” He looked at JJ. “And I love you, too.”
She grinned. “I love you, Uncle Dox!”
