out of his head. When Frank removed his shirt, Jack had to put a fist to his mouth to keep from bursting. Poor Joshua. The young man looked about ready to pass out from lack of oxygen. Jack couldn’t blame him. Frank was an impressive guy. The man was a wall of muscle, naturally tanned skin, a chiseled stubble-filled jaw, and an intensity that could stop someone dead in their tracks.
“You too, Josh,” Fitz said, his smile bright as he pulled Jack to his feet.
What was Fitz up to?
“Oh, um, okay. I-I guess.” Joshua started to get undressed, and Frank lifted his eyes to the ceiling. Did he think Joshua was going to get naked or something? Did they think they were being subtle? That no one noticed the incredibly obvious attraction between them?
When Joshua was down to his swim trunks, he handed Fitz the bottle of sunscreen. Could you get my back?”
“Sure. Oh, Colton’s calling us.”
“What?” Colton wasn’t—oh. Right. Jack took off with Fitz toward the water, Frank’s protest drowned out by the sound of Chip and Duchess barking as they played along the shore together. Jack swept Fitz off his feet, loving the way he threw his head back and laughed. He tossed Fitz into the water, enjoying the squeal he let out before he hit with a splash. Jack turned to see Frank applying sunscreen to Joshua’s back. Something told Jack that Joshua was enjoying that a whole lot.
“Stop perving on them,” Fitz said, wiping water from his face.
Jack pulled Fitz into his arms. “I’m not perving on them, troublemaker. I’m making sure Joshua doesn’t faint.”
“The poor guy. You can practically see the little hearts appear in his eyes whenever Frank’s around. I don’t understand why Frank doesn’t just give in. He’s clearly attracted to Josh.”
Jack shrugged. “Frank’s a mysterious guy. I mean, I don’t know all that much more about him now than I did when we first met, and that was years ago. I know he retired early after a really bad shoulder injury he got on the job. You’ve probably noticed, but Frank’s not much of a talker.”
“Really? You don’t say.” Fitz chuckled as he slipped his arms around Jack’s neck, the water lapping serenely at them.
“Smarty-pants.” Jack kissed him, then realized something. “Shit, where’s King and Leo?”
Fitz snorted. “Oh my God, you only just noticed?”
“Hey, in my defense, this group keeps multiplying. We’re like bunnies. But instead of baby bunnies, we end up with boyfriends.”
Fitz laughed so hard he was in tears. “Oh my God.” He snorted before teasing Jack. “Say baby bunnies again.”
“No.”
“Come on. Say it. You sound so cute.”
“Baby bunnies.”
Fitz did his little happy dance, and Jack’s heart swelled. God, he loved this man.
“Okay, so tell me about King and Leo,” Jack said as they waded away from Ace and Lucky, who each sat on their boyfriend’s shoulders as they tried to knock each other over.
“Just before you sat down, Leo was in the tent getting a bottle of water. He dropped the lid and bent over just as King turned around. He said something to Leo, and next thing you know, they’re running for the house. I think you can guess the rest.”
“I’d… rather not,” Jack said with a shudder.
“What, you think King and Leo don’t have sex all the time, because spoiler alert, they totally have sex all the time.”
“Don’t say that. King’s like a big brother.”
Fitz arched an eyebrow at him. “And you think your brothers don’t have sex?”
“We need to change this conversation, because it’s just going from bad to worse.”
“You’re adorable.” Fitz kissed him, and Jack hummed. “Is this better?”
“So much better.”
Frank and Joshua joined them just before King and Leo appeared, both looking flushed. Fitz waggled his eyebrows at Jack, who splashed him, making him giggle-snort.
“Stop it.”
“What? I bet they like kinky sex.”
Joker popped up beside Jack. “Who likes kinky sex?”
“What about kinky sex?” Leo asked, while King continued to swim past them.
“Just keep swimming, sweetheart. Keep swimming.” King hauled ass away from them, Leo following despite the adorable confusion on his face.
“We’re swimming to the sandbar,” Ace announced as he and the rest of the crew headed off.
Jack was about to go, but he saw the worried expression come onto Joshua’s face. “You okay?”
“I, um…” Joshua cleared his throat. “I can’t swim. I mean, I can, sort of, but when my feet don’t touch the bottom, I panic.”
“That’s okay,” Fitz pitched in cheerfully. “I’m sure Frank wouldn’t mind taking you.” He turned his big