Laughing, Sam shook his head in exasperation. “What if I said that the best birthday present would be to let me cook for you?”
Both alphas thought about it. “But that wouldn’t be spoiling you,” Valen protested. “Surely there has to be a better present.”
Sam kissed him. “I love making you happy.”
“We could compromise,” Harris said. “You could help.”
“While I hug Sam.” Valen grinned. “That’s a thing, right?”
“Pretty sure it’s not.” Harris smacked Valen’s ass. “V’s supposed to be prepping the garlic toast. We’ll have Sam to ourselves later.” And the hot look he gave Sam—that made Sam’s insides tingle.
They made breakfast together, Harris watching the bacon and eggs, Sam slicing up some bread for toast. Valen hugged Sam and kissed his neck, distracting him. Sam laughed.
Landon tottered around the kitchen, pointing at a variety of things and asking, “Wha’s this?”
Valen answered him patiently. Then he sat on the floor, scooping Landon into his lap. “Here, why don’t we play with some balls,” Valen said, handing Landon an orange.
Sam coughed. Valen grinned. Harris shook his head. “Might want to be careful with that,” Harris said dryly. “Especially when he tries to stomp on them. Don’t stomp on your daddy’s balls, Landon.”
Valen’s entire face pinched. Sam bit down his laugh. Harris smirked and turned back to the stove.
Breakfast went as it usually did in their household: full of laughter and conversation. Sam grinned, so fond of his alphas and son that his heart could burst.
When his mom showed up to ‘borrow’ Landon for the day, Sam was sorry to see them go. Valen slipped his arms around Sam’s waist, waving off Sam’s mom and Landon. “Have a great day, Mrs. Brentwood,” Valen said. “We’ll take good care of Sam!”
Harris came to stand on Sam’s other side, kissing his temple. “Thanks for helping,” Harris added. “We really appreciate it.”
Mom grinned and waved, Landon tottering next to her, excited to go on an adventure with his grandma. They drove off. Before they even made it halfway down the road, Valen sucked Sam’s earlobe into his ear. Harris squeezed Sam’s ass, kissing the corner of his lips, his breath hot on Sam’s skin.
Sam purred, almost protesting. “What if Mom remembers something she forgot and comes back?”
Valen’s teeth raked down his skin, his breath puffing into Sam’s hair. “It’s not like she doesn’t know what naked people look like.” He slipped his hand down the front of Sam’s pants, grasping Sam’s cock with his callused fingers. Sam gasped. “I mean, unless she finds you taking both our cocks. That’ll be awkward. Especially because DP makes you so hard.”
Sam blushed. Valen wasn’t wrong. Sam loved having both his alphas inside him—it was such a treat, more so because he didn’t always get to spend time with both of them at once.
“Yeah, love the look on your face,” Harris growled. “Especially when V starts you off and teases you open. And I come in and you’re so fucking tight around both of us.”
Sam swallowed hard. They hadn’t done that in a while, mostly because they’d been tired lately—either with childcare or shifts at work. Their tumbles in bed had been slow and loving, but nothing quite as raw as both of them pumping inside him, depositing their seed in him at the same time. His body tightened with need.
Valen’s smile grew. “Sam’s getting hot for us. He’s growing big.”
Harris rumbled. “Yeah? Let’s see it.”
They were still at the doorstep of the mansion, Mom’s car disappearing past the trees. Valen grasped Sam’s waistband, pulling down the front of his pants and underwear, enough that his cock slipped out. It was half-hard, his tip still hooded. “Valen!”
Harris made a soft rumble of approval, cupping Sam’s vulnerable balls in his palm. Valen stroked his thumb down Sam’s cock, reaching his tip. Then he pulled Sam’s foreskin down, revealing his sensitive head. With an appreciative rumble, Harris rubbed him there, with a dry finger right to his tip. Pain and pleasure shot through Sam; he hissed and arched, his cock growing thicker. Both alphas growled.
There were other mansions along the road—none quite so close that they had a good view of the front door. But there was always the chance of someone driving by, or a neighbor walking their dog. And Sam’s cock would be fully visible to whoever passed their home.
Harris stepped in front of Sam, covering Sam with his body. Then he caught Sam’s chin and kissed him, sliding his soft, damp tongue into Sam’s mouth, claiming him inside. Sam’s knees grew weak.
“Taste good?” Valen asked, rolling his hips against Sam. He was growing hard, too.
“Yeah,” Harris said against Sam’s mouth, tangling their tongues in an electric dance. “Sam tastes like coffee.” He slipped his palm up the front of Sam’s shirt, finding his nipples, tweaking them lightly.
Pleasure shot down Sam’s nerves; he arched and moaned, his cock shoving against Valen’s palm. “Harris!”
“Gods, do that again,” Valen growled. “Sam loved it.”
Harris’ eyes grew dark. He pinched Sam’s nipples and kissed him harder, his kiss consuming all of Sam. Blood surged between Sam’s legs; he groaned and writhed. Valen stroked his cock in a sweet, sinful slide. Then he abandoned it, scooping Sam’s sac out of his briefs, leaving him more exposed.
They hadn’t done this in broad daylight before, the three of them tangled in full view of the public. Sam gulped, his cock straining against Harris’ thigh. “Someone will see us.”
“Let them,” Harris growled, rubbing his wrists over Sam’s nipples, leaving his scent on Sam’s skin. Then he marked the rest of Sam’s front, and Valen tugged Sam’s foreskin back over his tip.
Harris reached down, pushing his finger under Sam’s foreskin, pulling it out, pushing it back in, like he was fucking Sam there, too. Sam whined, leaking onto his finger. That made Harris’ smile turn hungry.
Harris gathered Sam’s precome. Then he reached up, pushing that glistening finger into Valen’s mouth.
Valen groaned, sucking Sam’s precome off. Sam glimpsed the
