Chapter Ten

Lane

A massive big spread over Lane's cheeks, making them ache. "It's all going swimmingly,"—he glanced at his naked husband, who'd stretched out beside him. Derick looked glorious in the late afternoon sun, which caught in the strands of his silvery chest hair, making them shimmer—"don't you think?"

Derick reached up and tweaked his nose. "Don't go counting your blessings yet, my love. From what I've seen, things are about to get a little bumpy for some of our sons."

Lane rolled closer to the broad chest and laid his head down on the solid wall of fur covered muscle. "What have you seen in the group chat? Is Taylin still searching for answers about Hollis?"

The thud of Derick's heart remained steady as he chuckled. "I told you, I'm keeping out of it. You're the one who likes to meddle. "

"They need it," Lane exclaimed gleefully. "They've all gotten complacent and possibly got stuck at always getting their own way for too long. It's time they saw what is right under their noses. I've vetted and found each of them the perfect mate."

Derick's chuckle turned to full-blown laughter. It vibrated against Lane's cheek, causing the hair to rub deliciously against his skin, giving him something else to think about.

Lane's groan was full of delight when Derick's strong fingers stroked down his back. His cock plumped as the fingertips stroked down the crease of his ass.

"That may be so, but they have to choose for themselves."

Derick, always the reasonable one, got Lane nodding absently as he pushed his ass back in invitation. His arousal thickened and scented the air at the delicate touch of his husband, who was clearly working on distracting him. "I know and although the plan initially wasn't to play matchmaker, I'm finding I like it. We have a long retirement to look forward to and a few grandbabies to bounce on our knees wouldn't go amiss."

Lane lifted his head and met his husband's heated stare as the pad of his fingertip circled his hole. "I have other ideas on filling our retirement." Derick ran his nose down the side of Lane's neck. "I can smell your arousal, my love."

In a swift move, they rolled and Lane found himself pinned to the bed, Derick's mouth temptingly close. Lane reached up and his fingers slid into thick, silky strands of silver hair. Taking a firm hold, he tugged Derick's mouth closer to him. Their son's future was in the hands of the Fates—and Lane trusted them implicitly—but giving a helping hand? He could see nothing wrong with that.

He set aside—for now—ideas of grandbabies when his renewed hunger for his mate took president. Full, fleshy lips parted against his, giving Lane a taste of himself, and he moaned in delight.

The kiss deepened, and the conversation became the last thing Lane wanted. Retirement had a lot of benefits, and this was most definitely one of them.