I cooked eggs naked with a plug in my ass and three stepbrothers watching from the island like I was the meal.
Staff gone. Morning light on my t**s. Every reach for the salt made the toy shift and last night try to run out around it. I plated with shaking hands and set the food on the floor because Cade pointed down.
“Knees. Serve from there.”
I knelt. I lifted plates. Reid ate bacon with one hand in my hair, idle, while Knox fed me a bite from his fork like a joke that wasn’t. Cade drank coffee and then unzipped and laid his c**k on my tongue so I could hold him while they finished chewing.
“Garage,” he said when the plates were empty.
Concrete. Cold. The smell of rubber and expensive paint. They bent me over the hood of Cade’s car. Reid pulled the plug out and a warm line of last ni
