LOGINAiden's POV It's been a week since the boys joined me here, and now it was time for us to leave. I can't believe I'm saying goodbye to this peaceful place. Macmillan and Orlando had to help out in their families’ companies respectively, while Jordan had to accompany his parents to some charity event they were running. I think I’ll be spending the rest of my holiday all by myself, but it’ll be at Macmillan’s parents’ beach house. That’s a win. Just me, the endless stretch of soft, powdery sand between my toes, the cool turquoise water lapping at my ankles, and the whispering shade of tall coconut trees. They’d already told Joel to keep the Blindspot active so no one could find me, no matter what.“Aiden, is this all your stuff?” Jordan asked. “Not all.” I rushed back to the closet and pulled out a crinkling plastic bag. “What’s that?” Orlando asked from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.“Some souvenirs I got for Joel.” I tucked the bag carefully into on
**Aiden's POV**I think I passed out after the fifth or sixth round. When I finally woke, my body felt utterly exhausted, spent, heavy, and deliciously sore in the best and worst ways. But I was clean.They had cleaned me up and changed the sheets. I was now wearing one of my oversized t-shirts.Their bodies were tangled with mine, strong limbs draped heavily over my waist and legs, warm breath fanning across my neck and chest. It took considerable effort to wriggle free and slide out of bed without waking them.The moment I took a step, I groaned. My ass throbbed with a deep, burning ache that radiated through my hips. I desperately needed the restroom, but with this level of pain, I wasn’t sure I could make it there on my own.“Need help?” a groggy voice asked. It was Macmillan’s. I didn’t have to turn around to know.I nodded, cheeks flushing with shy embarrassment. He scooped me up effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me against his solid chest. The warmth of his bare skin and t
Author's POV Aiden asked Jordan to lie down on the bed and spread his legs so he can be more comfortable. Aiden knelt between Jordan's spread thighs, his hands resting possessively on the other man's hips, thumbs tracing slow circles over the sharp lines of his hipbones.Jordan leaned back against the headboard, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. His eyes were heavy-lidded, locked onto Aiden's as a faint, teasing smirk played on his lips. "Is this position suitable for you?"Aiden didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses along Jordan's inner thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath his lips. He nuzzled closer, his breath ghosting over Jordan's hardening cock, already straining upward from its nest of dark hair.Jordan's hand slid into Aiden's hair, fingers threading through the strands without pulling it, he was just holding it. Aiden wrapped his fingers around the base, givi
**Author's POV**Aiden’s playful smirk sent a spark of pure fire through all three of them. Orlando moved first, cupping Aiden’s face with both hands, thumbs stroking his tear-streaked cheeks. “We’ve missed you so much,” he murmured, voice low and rough with emotion, before claiming his lips in a deep, reverent kiss. It wasn’t rushed. Orlando tasted him slowly, tongue exploring, savoring the soft whimper that escaped Aiden’s throat. Jordan pressed in from the side, lips brushing Aiden’s neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin while his hands slid under the loose tank top, palms gliding over the warm, smooth planes of Aiden’s chest.Macmillan dropped to his knees with light speed that made Aiden’s breath hitch. Strong hands caressed the backs of Aiden’s thighs, fingers tracing the hem of those tiny bum shorts. “Look at you… so beautiful,” Macmillan whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to the inside of one thigh. The heat of his breath made Aiden tremble. Macmill
**Author's POV**The boys landed in Manaus at exactly seven forty-five in the evening."We’re here. Now what? How do we find him?" Jordan asked, his voice tight with exhaustion and anticipation."I already know where he is," Orlando responded calmly.The others stared at him, eyes wide with disbelief, wondering how he could possibly know Aiden’s location when they had only just touched down."After we found out he was in Manaus, I called some friends here to help me look for him. Someone spotted him at a beach and followed him back to his hotel," he explained."Smart move," Macmillan muttered, nodding with reluctant admiration.They hailed a taxi and sped through the bustling streets toward the hotel. Knowing the receptionist wouldn’t hand over Aiden’s room number, they booked a room of their own, conveniently right next door to his. "Okay, we’re here. Now what?" Jordan said, keeping his voice low. "We can’t just barge into his room without a plan.""That’s true. We might end up figh
**Author's POV**After Joel gave them that crucial clue, the group found themselves at the bustling airport the very next day. The terminal hummed with the constant drone of flight announcements, the rolling of suitcase wheels across polished floors. They were desperately trying to obtain Aiden’s flight information, but the airport’s strict privacy rules stood firmly in their way.“Please,” Jordan pleaded, his voice hoarse from repetition, “it’s a matter of life and death. If we don’t find our friend in time, we might lose him forever.” He had said the same words for the umpteenth time, his tone laced with growing desperation.The receptionist’s reply remained unchanged, polite but unyielding. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you any flight information on the person you’re looking for. In fact, I can’t provide details about any passenger.”“Still haven’t reached your dad?” Orlando asked, rubbing the back of his neck.The only man who could help them right now was frustratingly unreachab
**Author's POV**When they all returned to the dorm, Aiden was gone. Not just him, his luggage too.Panic set in immediately, a cold, crawling dread that tightened each of their chests as they tried his number one by one, only to be met with the same hollow click of voicemail. Aiden had switched o
**Aiden’s POV**We arrived at the arcade as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in soft oranges. Joel parked the bike with a satisfying rumble, then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the chaotic, brightly lit space. The air hummed with electronic beeps, clashing bells, and the constant roar o
The air in the spacious, dimly lit room was thick with anticipation, the kind that hummed between four bodies who had danced around this moment for weeks. Aiden stood at the center of the room, heart pounding, his lean frame already flushed with excitement. Macmillan stepped close first, his hand
Author’s POVMacmillan smirked. “No promises.”“Level down the possessiveness. Someone who doesn’t know what’s going on behind this door would think y’all are in love with me,” Aiden said, his voice light but teasing.He turned back to his plate, licking the sticky, savory sauce from his fingers be







