MasukEthan Cole stood out on the balcony of their huge island villa, the spot they'd run to for their honeymoon after Richard's bloody end. Waves crashed below in a steady rhythm, kind of like the pounding of his heart from last night's wild session. The merger had turned Cole Hale into a massive trillion-dollar company, with stocks flying high and the board fully on board. Down below, Alex splashed around in their private pool with Elena, her baby bump shining under the sun. Noah came out from inside, his swimsuit hanging low on his hips, the outline of his cock tempting through the fabric, and a towel thrown over his shoulder. "The kid's asking for you. Says he wants to build sandcastles with his dads."Ethan pulled him close, his hands sliding down to grab that firm ass and squeeze hard through the thin material. "Let him wait five minutes. I need a quick taste first." Their mouths crashed together tongues pushing deep and messy, Noah's cock getting hard right away against Ethan's thigh
The beach sand kicked up in white puffs as sniper bullets tore into the ground around them, and Ethan Cole tackled Noah even harder into the surf. Cold waves crashed over their tuxedos, while Alex screamed and clung tight to Ethan's chest. "Stay down!" Ethan yelled over the chopper's roaring blades. He whipped up his pistol, aimed at the gunner hanging from the open door black outfit, Richard's mark shining. Pop-pop Ethan's quiet shots hit center, and the guy tumbled into the water like bait.Noah rolled over, using his body to shield Alex, and his own Glock fired up crack-cracksmashing the chopper's front glass. The pilot jerked hard, blades whipping up salty spray, but Noah's third shot clipped the tail rotor. Metal screeched, the chopper spun out of control, and it crashed into the waves two hundred yards away in a big orange fireball. "All clear!" Noah shouted. He pulled them toward the armored limo waiting on the road, and Elena jumped in after, her face pale but determined.Sire
Ethan Cole woke up to the gentle sound of rain tapping against the mansion windows, and he felt the warm weight of Noah's body curled up next to him. Their legs were tangled under the sheets, and their cocks lay soft but starting to stir in the morning light. From the next room, Alex's snores floated in, reminding them of their new, shaky family life. Downstairs, Elena's laughter rang out as she video-called her doctor for a check-up. The family empire was running smoothly under Ethan's watch, and Richard was locked away in a high-security cell waiting for trial. But that creepy message still bugged him: The donor lives. Your real father wants a meeting. Who the hell was this ghost from some old sperm bank?Noah shifted and slid his hand over Ethan's hip, his fingers dipping down to cup Ethan's heavy balls. "Morning, handsome," he whispered, his voice rough from sleep, and his lips brushed Ethan's neck. "Alex wants waffles. But first..." His cock got hard against Ethan's ass cheek, th
Ethan Cole watched Alex devour pancakes in the sunlit kitchen of their secure mansion, syrup smearing his chin, laughter bubbling like a forgotten melody. Noah flipped another batch on the griddle, shirt sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing under the fabric, and shot Ethan a wink that stirred heat low in his gut. For a heartbeat, the world felt like a normal father, almost-father, son forged in chaos but unbreakable. But Richard's threats loomed like storm clouds, Elena recovering in a hospital bed with burns and bruises, her car a twisted wreck from his bomb. *Sign the empire back, or lose him.* The words burned, but Ethan wouldn't bend."Dad, can we play soccer later?" Alex asked, eyes wide and hopeful, fork paused mid-air.Ethan ruffled his hair, forcing a grin. "You bet, champ. After Noah kicks our asses at it." Noah chuckled, plating food, but his free hand brushed Ethan's lower back, a subtle promise of later, when the kid slept and they could unleash.They ate together, stories f
Ethan Cole stared at the photo on his phone, the boy's face a mirror of his own blue eyes sharp and curious, dark hair tousled, a gap-toothed grin that twisted Ethan's heart. Ten years old, hidden by Richard for a decade, and now this message: Your son. Come get him, or I will raise him my way. The penthouse, still reeking of their filthy sex, felt like a cage, but Noah's hand on his shoulder grounded him, warm and steady."Fuck, Noah," Ethan whispered, voice cracking for the first time. "A son. Richard knew all along, and he kept him from me." He tossed the phone aside, pulling Noah close, their naked bodies pressing together, cocks brushing half-hard despite the shock.Noah cupped Ethan's face, thumbs stroking his jaw, and kissed him softly at first, but then deeper, tongues sliding slow and reassuring. "We'll find him, Ethan. Together. But right now, let me make you forget." His hand drifted lower, wrapping around Ethan's thickening cock, stroking lazily, thumb circling the leaking
Ethan Cole's penthouse throbbed with the aftermath of victory, but the air hung heavy with unfinished business. The empire was his board secured, enemies cuffed but that goddamn hidden file from Victor gnawed at him: *The true heir is out there. Blood calls. Noah Bennett, his fake fiancé turned soul-deep lover, sprawled naked on the king-sized bed, chest heaving from their post-rescue fuck. Cum still leaked from his stretched asshole, glistening on the silk sheets, a filthy reminder of how Ethan had pounded him raw just hours ago."Fuck, Ethan," Noah rasped, voice wrecked from screaming Ethan's name. His thick cock lay semi-hard against his thigh, spent but twitching at the sight of Ethan stripping off his blood-streaked shirt. "You wrecked my hole again. Can't even close up."Ethan smirked, his own massive cock swinging heavy between his legs, veins pulsing, already thickening at the view. Noah's ass cheeks were red from slaps, his pink asshole gaping slightly, begging for more abuse







