by Sean Michael
“They’re my babies.”
“Are you still hungry, Suzy?” He shifted her so he could take her fist out of her mouth. “How about a burp, and then we can see if you want a little bit of that rice cereal, okay?”
“Don’t forget to eat, Dirk. I can help.” Logan’s gaze was loving, fond.
“Don’t worry. You brought me chicken. I will enjoy it once Suzy’s decided not to eat herself.” He winked and grabbed a thigh, taking a big bite out of it. The salty crunch was most satisfying.
Together they all managed to eat, five kids and two dads, and it was lovely. They were having a Friday night picnic.
“Someone promised me dessert,” he noted.
“Did I?” Butter wouldn’t melt in Logan’s mouth.
“You very definitely did. And I know you won’t disappoint me.” He hoped this was coming off as flirting. It had been so long since he’d tried it.
“I won’t.” Logan grinned, two babies sleeping on his chest. “Sarah, can you grab the box?”
He beamed. He did love dessert. Was the box full of doughnuts? Or was there something else?
“On it, Daddy.” Sarah hopped up, hurrying out.
“Looks like both girls are good with the whole marrying thing, eh?” He grinned. “We’re going to be a family. A real, legal family.”
“I’m sure there will be road bumps, but yes. Yes, we’re going to be a real, legal family of seven.”
“Seven.” He laughed softly. “That’s a big number.”
Sarah came back to the front room with a box and handed it to Dirk. The chocolate mousse cake smelled like pure heaven. “Oh wow. Wow.” He laughed happily, and Suzy shifted in his arms. “Chocolate mousse cake, little girl. You’ll find out how great that is one day. You rock, Logan.”
“Sarah picked it out. Also, there are a dozen cupcakes for the girls.”
“You rock.” He blew Logan a kiss, feeling pretty damn awesome at the moment.
“I have doughnuts for the morning.” Logan winked at him playfully.
“Oh, I do love a sweet breakfast. Or maybe midnight snack?” He did enjoy the times when they both got up to feed the triplets and got them back to sleep quickly. They’d often make themselves hot chocolate or tea and have something sweet with it. Those times were precious.
“I bought three dozen.”
“The man after my heart.” He was pretty sure Logan knew what his favorite flavors were too.
“I know how to make my man happy.”
“You do.” He met Logan’s gaze and held it. Then Suzy split the air with her angry little cry that meant she needed a diaper change, and the gooey moment disappeared like that.
They were fathers first, after all. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d fallen in love with Logan while the man was a father. It was an important part of his and Logan’s identities as far as he was concerned.
He popped up and grabbed Suzy. “You finish your supper, and I’ll change Ms. Stinky Bottom.”
“Are you sure?”
“Uh-huh.” He took her to the powder room at the back of the front room and laid her on the changing table he’d brought down here. There was room, and it made far more sense to have a changing station on each floor.
He talked to her as he changed her poopy diaper, telling her she had a great digestive system, cracking himself up. In no time at all, they were making their way back to chocolate mousse cake.
Logan was holding Melly and the boys, and Sarah was cracking up, laughing hard at them all.
What a beautiful picture. He watched for a moment, committing it to memory. Suzy heard the laughter and wriggled, tried to turn her face so she could see. Dirk brought her over to the others, and he sat next to Logan.
Logan leaned hard. “All clean?”
“Yep. Clean, fed. I imagine she’ll be going down soon. I had them up and active for a while before you guys came home.” He was trying to tire them out more so they would sleep longer than a couple hours at a time.
“Melly was telling us all about it.” Logan grinned, then took a gentle, quick kiss. “She’s quite a storyteller, our Mel.”
“She is. You are, Melly girl. And she had the triplets laughing and kicking.”
“My babies like my stories!”
“They’re my babies too, you know.” Sarah took Suzy from him, cradling her.
Melly thought really hard on that for several moments, and Dirk had to admit, if only to himself, that he wasn’t entirely sure which way she was going to go. Finally, she answered.
“Uh-huh. There’s three; that’s enough to share.”
“Can I have Suzy?”
“Are you going to make her live in your room? That’s a lot of stairs.” Now Mel looked worried.
Dirk had to swallow his laughter, and when he glanced at Logan, he had to bite the inside of his lip to keep the chuckles in.
“Hey, girls, you know that all three babies are your siblings, right? You don’t have to claim any one of them. They are all yours. They are so lucky that they’ve got two amazing big sisters, and all three of them will need both of you at one point or another, okay?”
Sarah shot him a look that only a preteen girl could, but she was nice or polite enough not to argue in front of Melly.
Okay, so maybe not everything was hunky-dory in the one-big-happy-family department. But he wasn’t sure how to fix it, so for now he concentrated on his dessert, though he had to admit, his enjoyment level had dropped some.
Logan nudged his shoulder. “Hormones. We’re beginning to experience hormones.”
Yeah. And stress. And hell, she didn’t upset Melly, did she? She could have needled Mel until she cried.
He smiled, forcing himself to get most, if not all, of his good mood back. “Have you played peekaboo with her yet, Sarah? It’ll make her laugh.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. I’ll show you.” Melly did an exaggerated peekaboo, and Suzy just cracked up, her brothers struggling to see what was funny.
Sarah looked at Suzy and began to giggle, the sound sweet and happy. “Do it again, Mel.”
Oh, that was better. This was what being a family was about.
Melly did it once again, and Logan was forced to shift so Seb and Sam could see what was going on. All three laughed together when Melly did it a third time.
“Okay. Let me try.” Sarah did it, and Sam farted. Loud.
They were all silent for about a second, maybe even two. Then they all burst out into laughter, and all three babies cooed and kicked, picking up on their laughter and echoing it.
Sarah grinned at him, and he blew a raspberry at her, sending her into another giggle fit.
The whole room was filled with laughter, with joy. Dirk knew it wouldn’t last, that there were going to be hard times to come, but right at this very moment, everything was perfect. And he was going to hold on to that as long as he could.
Chapter Seventeen
LOGAN worked robotically through the 3:00 a.m. feeding. Bottles. Burping. Diapers. He had no idea which baby he was dealing with. He just worked, humming the entire time.
When he was done, he discovered Dirk in the doorway with a couple of mugs that he knew contained hot cocoa. “There’s cookies on the table between the love seats in our room.”
“Are there?” he whispered back. He loved these private, stolen times.
“Uh-huh.” Dirk began to walk slowly backward, holding the large mugs out like a beacon. “You know you want to come and get it.”
He fought his laughter, because he didn’t want those babies to wake up. “I totally do. Totally.”
“Good.” Dirk glanced behind him, then continued walking backward before turning into their room. Logan could see flames flickering in the fireplace, and a plate of oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies graced the table between the two love seats.
Oh, look at that. How lovely. “Thank you, love.”
“Come on.” Dirk handed him one of the mugs and settled on a love seat. Dir
k held out his arm. “There’s a you-shaped spot right here.”
“Mmm….” He cuddled in, leaning hard against his fiancé. Very nice.
“Yeah. You fit so perfectly.” Dirk kissed the top of his head.
“How’re you doing, honey?” He was tired, but satisfied, which was basically how his days worked.
“I’m great. Did you hear the babies laughing today? Like honest-to-god laughing. It does my heart good to hear that sound. Supper was so much fun.”
“Yeah, and Sarah was trying hard to be a part of everything too. I was so proud of her.”
“She’s doing good. I think we’re going to have some moments, but we were going to have that anyway. She is almost a teenager, after all.” Dirk’s voice flowed over him, warm and soft.
“Watch your mouth,” he teased. Kids weren’t perfect, and blended families could be tough.
“I’d rather watch yours,” Dirk murmured, the tenor of his voice dropping.
“Well, listen to you.” He leaned forward, eager for a kiss, for a connection.
“Or even better, feel me.” Dirk closed the distance between their lips, and the kiss was soft and warm. All good. He sighed, then wrapped one hand around Dirk’s shoulder and drew him in closer.
The kiss deepened slowly, naturally, as if they had all the time in the world. Which they did. He loved that about Dirk. When it was just the two of them, he seemed to be able to shut everything out and live in the moment.
Together they breathed and kissed, and it was a little like being teenagers, but better, because they could be lazy.
Dirk ran his hands over Logan’s body, the touches as easy and soft as the kisses they shared. His belly tightened, and his breathing sped up. God, that was lovely. Dirk hummed softly, and yeah, things were getting hotter, hunger licking through him. Faster. He didn’t say it; he just tugged on Dirk, encouraging him to move.
Groaning, Dirk leaned forward, pressing him down into the cushions of the love seat. He shivered, his body going hard, need sinking into his bones.
“God, I want you, Logan. All the way want you.”
He got that. The last time they’d gone to bed to make love they’d been interrupted by babies. The time before that it had been Sarah. He wanted this too. His body wanted it bad.
“Yes, please. It’s been so long. You can have anything you want from me.”
“I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Listen to you.” Logan groaned and buried his face in Dirk’s throat.
“Listen to me and do as I say. You will make love to me,” Dirk intoned before smiling and leaning in to nibble at his throat.
Logan nodded and reached down to cup Dirk’s balls and roll them. Dirk groaned and jerked toward him.
“Oh God, yes, please.”
“Shh…. Don’t wake Melly.” He rolled again, teasing.
“I’ll scream into your skin,” Dirk suggested.
“Fair enough.” He pushed at Dirk’s sleep pants, searching for skin.
Dirk helped, sort of, fumbling at the tie and tearing open the waistband. “Touch me, Logan. You gotta.”
“I am. I have you.” He pushed into Dirk’s pants and wrapped his fingers around Dirk’s cock.
Dirk groaned, the sound low and sweet and so needy. It made him feel like a class A stud.
He jacked Dirk, slowly at first, measuring from base to tip. Dirk moaned and muttered, whispering nonsense as he moved his hips, trying to encourage more speed.
“So fucking pretty.” He started humping, driving in time with his strokes.
“Not as good-looking as you,” Dirk insisted. “You’re so hot.” The words were quiet, maybe twisted a little, Dirk gasping in between them and pulling in short, sharp breaths.
“And you’re mine. God.” He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to blow.
“Fuck. Oh shit, fuck.” The words were filthy and needy, offered freely.
“Naughty, naughty.” He laughed softly, driving them harder together.
“Uh. Just…. What?” Dirk was clearly lost in his pleasure and had no idea what he was saying.
“Love you.” That was the important part.
“Oh… I love you too.” Dirk gave him a goofy smile, then groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as Logan tugged on his prick. He fumbled his own pants out of the way, gathered Dirk’s and his erections both in one hand and pulled, strong and hard.
Dirk kissed him again, lips sliding along his, tongue dipping in to fuck his mouth. Damn, that made the sensations around his prick so much better.
He began to pant, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Gonna make me come so hard.” Dirk gasped the words, body rolling, losing the rhythm they’d found, signaling Logan that Dirk was about to come for him.
“Come on.” He jerked, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Uh-huh.” With that Dirk spilled, come spreading between them.
He leaned down, hid his face in Dirk’s throat, hand still moving.
“Your turn,” murmured Dirk, the sounds vibrating Dirk’s throat against his lips.
“Uhn.” He didn’t have anything else. Not a single word.
“Unless you want to make good on doing me?”
“Dirk!” Oh fuck, he wanted that, but he was so close.
“You gonna stay hard if you come now?” Dirk stared down at him, eyes shining and full of need.
“Sh. Keep me hard? Can you, I mean? God, don’t stop.”
Dirk laughed, the sound breathless. Sexy. Dirk kept moving against him, gliding their bodies together. “I want you inside me.” Dirk pulled Logan’s hand off his cock. “I’m serious, love.”
Logan reached up and cupped Dirk’s cheek. “Then let’s slow this down. Just in case I’m not good for a twofer.” He didn’t want to leave Dirk wanting if his body was too tired to keep going.
“I bet you are, but that’s fine. I can take my time.” Dirk shifted, moving so they were lying side by side, squished together on the love seat. Then he turned the rubbing into a gentle undulation and kissed Logan, long and sweet, calming things down, making Logan’s balls ache.
Dirk grinned at him, the look almost wicked. Naughty boy. His naughty boy.
“You feel so good against me. I love it when I can enjoy it.”
“Do you?” He licked his lips, the urge to drive them together so tempting.
Dirk laughed softly. “Maybe we should get to the prepping now. Before you lose it.”
“Do we have to go back to the bed?”
“It’s been too long for me not to get prepped….”
Logan blinked. “Are you…. Oh God. So hot.”
“I have no idea what you mean, but I’m all over you thinking I’m hot.”
“Ride me?” He was proud of himself for getting that many words out.
“Soon as you get me wet, I’m gonna ride the hell out of you.”
“Slick.” Really? All this talking? He was losing his mind.
“Uh-huh. Lube? Vaseline? Saliva? I don’t fucking care what, but we need something, babe.”
“Side table. Bed. Now.” Okay, he was following. He had a plan.
“I thought—” Dirk cut himself off and shook his head. He got off the love seat and held out his hand. “Let’s go.”
“I did too. I want lube. I want to have the lamp on so I can watch.”
“You say the best things,” Dirk told him, dragging him over to the bed, both of them nearly tripping over their pajama bottoms as they went. It had them laughing and tugging at each other’s clothes. “Wait! We gotta lock the door.”
“Get the lube. I’ll get the door.” He kicked off his pants and managed to hit the lock.
When he turned around, there was Dirk, lying in the middle of the bed, propped up on one elbow, cock pointed right at Logan, the lube in one hand.
“Mmm… look at you. You make a pretty picture.”
“I don’t want you to just look at me, though. I want you t
o ravish me.”
He chuckled softly, then pounced, tackling his lover. Dirk’s happy laughter was smothered by his kisses. Dirk arched his lean body up to rub against Logan. He grabbed the slick, trying to open it without splurting it all over them. That he did was a miracle, an even bigger one that he got an appropriate amount on his fingers.
Dirk spread for him, legs going wide, knees drawing up. He didn’t play; he fingerfucked Dirk, slicking his lover while he worked that half-erect prick.
It wasn’t half-erect for long, especially after he found Dirk’s gland, sliding his fingers over it. Dirk bucked, prick jerking to fill in his hand.
“Damn, that’s so pretty.” Dirk made his mouth dry. “Want in, baby.”
“Yes, please.” Dirk spread even wider, inviting him.
“Rubber?” He searched for a cover, groaning with frustration.
“Drawer. Drawer. My side,” muttered Dirk, shifting restlessly beneath him.
“Right. Got it. Sorry.” He groaned and found one, passed it to Dirk. “Glove me up.”
“Making me do all the work.” Dirk giggled softly, tearing at the package.
“That’s me. I love your hands.”
“You say the nicest things, love.” Dirk got the condom out and in one hand while wrapping the other around his cock.
Logan whimpered softly, his head slamming back as he fought not to drive into Dirk’s fingers. Luckily, Dirk didn’t tease him, simply slid on the condom, then let him go.
“No more excuses. I need you inside me. Now.”
Never let it be said he couldn’t follow directions. He lined up and bared his teeth, groaning as he pressed into blazing heat.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” Dirk reached for him, wrapped his hands around Logan’s asscheeks and squeezed. “You feel so good. So fucking hot. God. Logan.”
He nodded and drove in, gasping with pleasure. On his next thrust, Dirk bucked to meet him, body squeezing him tight.
“Love,” he bit out. His thoughts shattered as he slammed their mouths together.
Dirk’s sounds filled his mouth, Dirk’s hands helping to bring him in. He filled Dirk over and over, the tight muscles dragging over his shaft.
It was so hot, so sexy. Then he looked up and met Dirk’s eyes, and the love he saw there nearly sent him over the edge right then and there.