“Hey,” Riley said softly from the door.

Jack looked up and smiled. “Hey. How did it go?”

“Good, I’ve passed it all on now. I’m home for the rest of the week.”

“I just bathed and changed them,” Jack explained. He lifted Connor and cradled him close, and instinctively Riley gently picked up the sleeping Lexie. Together they walked to the small room with the cribs and each man tucked a baby in. Connor let out a tiny yawn and his eyes closed. Finally, with the twins napping, they backed out of the room.

“We need to pick Hayley up at eight,” Riley reminded Jack.

“Robbie said he’d do it when Hayley asked him this morning.”

Riley shook his head. “She has that man wrapped around her little finger.”

Jack stepped close and they kissed gently at first, but soon the kiss became what Riley needed, deep and hard and all Jack. He pulled back.

“I have something to tell you… Max…next Thursday we get to pick him up and bring him home.”

Jack blinked up at him. “Really? They’re not going to track down my tenth grade teacher to find out why I flunked science?” He was joking, but Riley could see the concern in Jack’s expression.

“No more of their shit, no,” Riley confirmed. “Dad says this is it. Just over a week and it’ll be six of us.”

Jack stepped back and glanced down the corridor at the plastic that blocked the way to the other addition that was for when Max arrived.

“They haven’t laid the floor yet, and Eden said the bed was on order, but there was a problem with it, and what about the nanny, we need to tell Carol that—”

Riley cut off Jack’s concerns with a kiss, and gently he encouraged his strong husband back into their bedroom. Very deliberately he pushed the door closed then crossed and closed the drapes.

“Hayley’s out, the twins are asleep, we have a spare half hour, and we have celebrating to do.”

Jack got with the program and tugged Riley toward him to carry on with the kissing. Riley loved nothing more than hugging and kissing and loving on Jack, so this was just bliss.

“You realize when Eli and Robbie move out… Liam goes from camping out to the apartment… And Carol is here… We could get back out to our barn,” Riley said between kisses.

Jack twisted so he was lying on top of Riley. The weight of his husband on him was perfect. “It’s been too long.”

“We’ll have to make do with a comfortable bed,” Riley teased. He didn’t mean it for one minute, what happened in their barn was the most explosive sex he’d ever experienced. “I couldn’t walk properly for days after our last time,” he added.

Jack kissed him. “I’m just that good, het-boy.”

Riley chuckled and curled his hands into Jack’s dark hair, the layers enough for Riley to bury his fingers deep and twist into the strands. Guiding Jack down, they kissed and allowed the heat between them to spark a fire.

Jack finally rolled off from his perfect position and pushed off his clothes until he was naked while Riley watched it all.

“You’re overdressed.” Jack smirked.

“I like the view,” Riley insisted. Jack reached down and circled his cock with a knowing smile on his face. A few strokes and he deliberately arched into the move. Riley swallowed at the sight of his lover pleasuring himself. He wanted to watch every line of Jack’s body as he was coming, the look of completion on his face, the way each muscle strained, the noises Jack made when he was losing his mind. But then, he wanted Jack inside him—he’d been thinking about it all day.

“How long you gonna look?” Jack drawled. “I haven’t been anywhere near your ass for three days. I’m likely to last about ten seconds.” He was smirking, but Riley didn’t want to take the risk of not believing what Jack was telling him. There was no way he was wasting a single second now of Jack hard and ready. He stripped and rummaged in the drawer of the bedside cabinet before holding a brand new lube aloft in celebration. Bouncing on the bed as easily as he could with his large frame, he arranged himself to show off all his best assets and waited.

Jack’s firm grip on his own cock was a little erratic, and his breathing was heavier.

“Gorgeous,” Jack murmured.

Riley wriggled down a little, then fought with the lid of the lube and the small silver foil cap inside. He cursed the manufacturers who decided that another level of hell had to be passed before he could get slick on his fingers. Finally his hand was wet and slippery, and Jack kneeled on the side of the bed. They never spoke of who was going to do what; they showed in action what each other needed. Riley stared directly into Jack’s stunning blue eyes as he curled over and began to stroke his hole, starting the stretch.

“Fuck. Riley,” Jack whispered. He moved forward a little in between Riley’s knees, and with his hand still on his cock, this time pinching the base, he darted his tongue out and wet his lips. “So sexy, so gorgeous.”

Riley added another finger, feeling the muscle loosen and the slick slide into his channel, preparing the way. Three fingers in, he groaned at the burn and the need that coiled inside him.

“Can I touch?” Jack pleaded.

Riley nodded and Jack, with an intense look of concentration, leaned over Riley to kiss him first. Riley swore one day he’d just come from the kissing alone; the rough scrape of stubble on his skin was the most intensely erotic touch. As Jack kissed down his body, stopping and worshipping each nipple, Riley was closer and closer to pulling himself off here and now. Jack licked and kissed a path from nipples to navel and completely bypassed Riley’s cock, which was begging for some attention. He whimpered and all Jack did was chuckle. Carefully he placed kisses on the inside of Riley’s thighs, then ran his fingers over the hand that Riley was using to stretch himself. Gently Jack twisted one of his fingers in with Riley’s, the whole time staring directly at Riley with concentrated deliberation on his face. At first the push was too much, and Riley instinctively moved back. Jack stopped pressing, but didn’t move his finger. Riley pushed down and the burn was intense and good and fuck I need this.

“Thank you,” Jack whispered as he pressed more kisses to Riley’s skin, “thank you for everything.” He added the last so low that Riley had to strain to hear. He made to answer, but when Jack pressed his finger a little deeper, he tapped Riley’s prostate and suddenly it was way too close to game over.

“No,” Riley moaned. “In me…”

Jack didn’t hesitate, he moved his fingers and encouraged Riley to release the stretch, then he pushed and slid inside Riley without hesitation. He stilled when he’d passed the first barrier. “I love you,” he said with feeling.

Riley smiled up at him, at the intense focus on Jack’s expression, and between him rocking up and Jack pushing down, Jack was finally fully seated. They kissed as Jack rocked into Riley and only stopped kissing when Jack reared back and instinct took over from love. Abruptly the action changed, and Riley closed his eyes at the power that Jack used to claim him. He wasn’t going to last long; if he touched his cock it was done, finished, instead he gripped the headboard. He wanted to come from Jack alone and an almost feral growl of possession from Jack was all the thanks he needed for that. He opened his eyes again. He’d never tire of the sight of Jack when they made love.

“I love you,” Riley said as orgasm threatened to take him down. He arched up and imagined Jack and him in the barn, the last time Riley had come just from being fucked alone. The visual along with Jack coming inside him was enough for Riley to come in heated trails on his belly. Jack breathed into a new kiss, and for a minute they lay exchanging lazy kisses until Jack could slip out.

Flat on their backs and staring up at the ceiling, they said nothing for the longest time. Riley was lost in thought, and he expected Jack was too.