“I asked him to do that,” Mark grumbles. “Don’t give him any credit.”
I chuckle. “You’re the definition of the spoiled youngest.” I crane back my head so can I press a kiss to his neck. “Thank you, though. I appreciate it.” I decide not to fuss about the money side of things. Mark doesn’t, and Damien clearly doesn’t think twice about spending money for Mark, given that he boughtthis place. “Maybe I should just be a live-in boyfriend?”
“Please. I hate having to share you with anyone.”
“We all know that, dickhead,” Tommy’s deep voice chimes in. He strides past us and lays out on the lounger right beside us. Before long, Sebastian joins him, giving him a drink, and then Bethany joins Eddie in the pool.
“Louis couldn’t make it?” Tommy asks. He lies back, hand idly sinking into Sebastian’s hair as the smaller man drapes over him.
“He has work,” I say. “He’s going to come next weekend.”
“What? I thought we were going to be alone next week?” Mark jumps in.
I ignore the bad-tempered remark. “How is work experience going?” I ask Tommy, steering the conversation away from Mark’s grumpiness.
Tommy chats with me, only stopping with a chuckle when Sebastian’s soft snores interrupt him.
It’s domestic and relaxing, and even though Mark complains, he’s social, too. It’s only when the sun loses its radiance and I shiver do I twist, curling into his warm arms. “What should we do for dinner?”
“If we can get rid of everyone, I think something with mango would be very filling.” Mark murmurs.
I blush. Ever since our first time, Mark alwaysbuys edible mango-flavoured lube. We’ve stopped using condoms, which we discussed and agreed to during…hmm…was it Venice? Or were we in Pescara when that conversation took place? It wasn’t exactly a mature discussion. More one of need and want, and me telling Mark I wanted him to come inside me so I could see how it felt. We haven’t gone back since.
“Later? We can…be quiet?”
Mark laughs.
I swat his thigh. “I can be quiet. I was quiet in Paris!”
“Oh babe, you think that waiter didn’t hear you?” Mark asks, his eyes shining pure devilment. “Poor guy could barely walk after listening to you take my cock. And you think in—”
Mark catches my wrist as I try to swat him again. “God, I love you,” he says. He drags me around to kiss, and even then, he’s laughing. “You’re so innocent,” he says into my mouth.
I grumble. “I’m not innocent. You took my virginity.”
His cock twitches against my ass. He rubs my collar bone, slipping tongue into the kiss. I groan. And then quickly catch myself because that was loud. I jerk my gaze around, embarrassed as hell. Bethany and Eddie are at the bar, too far away to have heard. Face burning, I peer to my side where Sebastian is conked out and Tommy has his ears plugged with his fingers, muttering what sounds like a curse to himself. His eyes are shut.
Mark shifts me. He snags a pillow he’d been leaning against and, without preamble, throws it at Tommy.
“—the fuck?” Tommy’s eyes flash open.
“We’ll get dinner started,” Mark says.
I lean forward as he gets up, and I’m grateful he keeps his body angled away from Tommy, hiding his tented swimming shorts. He stoops, retrieving my crutch from where I let it fall earlier.
“Tommy,” Mark calls as we get to the door. “Music is connected to Seb’s phone. Turn up the volume, yeah?”
Mark shuts the door as a pillow is launched straight at him.
Face burning, I glare at Mark as he turns to me. But it’s hard to stay mad. He’s smiling, his eyes soft. And as he catches the hand not holding the crutch and leads me toward our bedroom, I follow without resistance.
“We can’t have sex,” I say as we enter the bedroom. Because I definitely won’t be able to keep quiet for that.
“I know, babe. I’m only going to mess you up a bit.”
“Mess me—” I cut off with a surprised cry. Mark’s sudden shove sends me flat onto my back on the bed. “Don’t be so rough,” I grumble, getting orientated on the bed.
“You love it when I’m rough,” Mark says, no doubt in his voice. He takes my crutch, sets it aside, and then he’s on me, and my hands are pinned down.
