“I’ll get him.” Valen left the bed, and Sam missed him immediately.
Harris grabbed the chance to kiss down Sam’s neck, wrapping his body around Sam. “Ours.”
His lips were soft and damp, his fingers slipping up the front of Sam’s shirt, his wrist brushing across Sam’s chest. Sam’s heart fluttered. It had been a couple years since the three of them had gotten together, and he still hadn’t had enough of this intimacy at all. “Yours.”
Harris sucked on the scent gland at Sam’s neck, nipping at it, his teeth sharp points of pleasure on Sam’s skin. Sam purred. Harris brushed his wrist lightly down the front of Sam’s shorts, very deliberately down the length of his bulge, and then down his thighs. Sam made a soft whimper of protest, wishing that touch lingered.
“More later,” Harris promised.
But he was marking Sam all over, his fingers brushing Sam’s nipples, his lean frame pressed snug against the line of Sam’s body, promising bliss.
“When Valen said that thing about you poking through my shorts,” Sam began.
Harris laughed. “You want that?”
He cupped Sam’s ass lightly, squeezing right over where Sam’s hole was. Sam gulped. What would that feel like? To wake up to Harris’ cock sliding between his cheeks, pushing inside him? Harris sniffed at the musk coiling off Sam’s skin, a low rumble erupting from his chest.
“Should I bring Landon over, or should the two of us give you some privacy?” Valen asked, wriggling his eyebrows.
Harris growled, rocking his half-hard cock against Sam’s ass. “We’ll let Sam decide.”
Sam bit his lip. He wanted to hug Landon. But he also wanted to be thoroughly touched. His heat was approaching, and his body craved skin contact. “Um. We should... get some breakfast for Landon.”
“Beckfast!” Landon beamed. Sam beamed back.
“We’ve arranged for childcare in an hour,” Valen said, winking. “Then you’ll be at our mercy.”
Sam’s heart skipped. “That sounds like a date.”
“It is,” Harris murmured, squeezing Sam’s hip. “We were thinking about going out, but the way you smell... it might be a stay-home date.”
“What does Sam smell like?” Valen’s smile grew.
Harris bit lightly into Sam’s shoulder. “Like he needs to be claimed. I can’t stop touching him.”
He ground into Sam’s ass, his cock nudging against Sam’s shorts. Sam whined, sorely tempted to grind back. He made himself roll away. “Landon first. Then the date.”
“Looks like Sam is stronger than the both of us combined.” Valen grinned, handing Landon over.
“One of the reasons we married him,” Harris answered with a smile. He followed Sam across the bed, kissing Sam’s shoulder. “Morning, Landon.”
Landon grinned toothily. “Morning.”
Sam’s heart melted. “Good morning,” he said, kissing his son on the nose. Landon sat calmly, his stuffed cow in his arms. “Let’s get some breakfast started.”
“Nope, we’re making breakfast,” Valen said. “You stay put.”
“Just because it’s my birthday doesn’t mean I can’t make breakfast!” Sam followed Harris and Valen to the kitchen, tempted to make them stand back so he could cook. But Valen caught Sam around the waist, kissing him deeply on the lips. Sam’s resolve weakened.
“You might not get your way even if it’s your birthday.” Valen grinned. “C’mon, let us spoil you.”
“You’ve been making me breakfast on other days, too,” Sam pointed out, his heart warm. “And I’m the chef.”
“Even chefs need to be spoiled,” Harris answered, pulling trays of food from the fridge.
He laid strips of bacon in a pan to fry, then chopped up some mushrooms. At the kitchen island, Valen sliced some butter into a ramekin and added garlic powder.
“Bread!” Landon said, trying to squirm out of Sam’s arms.
Sam kissed him and let him scamper off. “Would you like some bread, Landon?”
Landon shook his head, eyeing the rest of the kitchen.
“Oh!” Valen grinned. He wiped down his hands, then grabbed a box of cereal O’s. “Have I shown you how good he’s been getting with these?”
Sam paused, looking incredulously at him. “You’re still teaching him that? I thought you stopped!”
Valen looked the slightest bit sheepish. “Only when you weren’t around. Here, Landon.”
“Valen Tolstoy!” Sam cried, watching in sick fascination as Valen poured out a small handful of cereal.
Valen held a piece out to Landon, knelt before their son, and opened his mouth. With a smile, Landon flung the cereal. Valen moved to catch it. It hit his lip and bounced across the floor.
“You did it. Great job.” Valen grinned, handing Landon another cereal O.
“Did it!” Landon grinned.
They made it through five pieces of cereal, most of them landing close to Valen’s mouth, one actually making it in. Sam shook his head, speechless. Landon had been flinging cereal pieces and other food items, but Sam hadn’t thought much of it until now.
“The way I see it, he’ll get really good at flinging things for self-defense in the future.” Valen grinned. “Right? By the time Landon’s five, he’ll hit the bulls-eye ten out of ten times. Things like this take years and years of practice. You see those teen gymnasts at the Olympics, they start off when they’re four. So I figure Landon’s just getting a head start.”
Sam groaned, covering his face. “Harris! You... let him?”
Harris looked similarly sheepish. “I hadn’t thought V’s grand plans extended so far into the future.”
“Hey!” Valen said, picking up the fallen cereal pieces. “I do think ahead, you know.”
He stepped over and smacked Harris on the ass. Harris gave him a look that threatened. Valen didn’t seem cowed at all. And Harris grabbed him by the ass, kissing him.
Sam’s chest filled with warmth. He loved watching his alphas kiss—Harris curling his fingers into Valen’s hair, tipping Valen’s face up to his. Valen bit hard on Harris’ lip, trying to exert his dominance even though they all knew that he’d yield to Harris in the end.
Sam sneaked up to them, stealing Harris’ tongs so he could flip the bacon.
“Hey.” Harris caught Sam’s wrist, looking pointedly at him.
Sam frowned. “You’re supposed to be kissing Valen.”
“Nope, that stops now. No cooking,”
