Chapter 4

On the daybed, three bodies lay wrapped in one another—bare, unashamed, utterly content. Tommy was nestled in the middle, his head on Linda’s shoulder, one leg tangled with Jon’s. Their skin glowed in the soft morning light, flushed from sleep and something deeper. No one spoke. Just gentle fingers drifting across skin, the quiet rhythm of breath, and the steady beat of closeness.

The moment stretched—slow, golden—until the sound of bare feet on cool tile stirred the stillness.

Mia stepped into view from the house, her little sarong slung low on her hips, a skimpy crop top tied loose over her chest. Her blonde pigtails were tousled from sleep, and her grin was pure mischief.

“Speak of the devil,” Jon chuckled, lifting his head. “We were just talking about you.”

Linda raised an eyebrow in delighted surprise. “Weren’t you supposed to be at your parents’ until tomorrow?”

Mia shrugged, grinning. “Missed my bed. Missed you more.”

She paused at the edge of the patio, hands on her hips, smirking. “Should’ve guessed I’d find you two tangled up with something pretty.”

Tommy startled a little, rising on one elbow, cheeks pink.

Linda just laughed, utterly at ease. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Mia walked closer, eyes dancing. “You two really do have a thing for beautiful boys,” she teased. “I’m sensing a pattern.”

Jon gave Tommy’s hip a slow squeeze. “Can you blame us?”

Linda ran her fingers through Tommy’s hair, brushing it back with fondness. “Honestly, Mia, you and Tommy together? We might’ve struck gold. Two little firecrackers with hearts like galaxies.”

Mia’s eyes found Tommy’s, and the air sparked—something playful, promising. She cocked her head. “So? Where’d you pick up this pretty thing?”

Linda sat up slightly, her bare breast brushing Tommy’s arm. “We met him at a café,” she said, amused. “He walked in and we nearly dropped our drinks. He looked so much like our grandson Benny we were speechless.”

Tommy blinked. “Wait—what?”

Mia gasped in mock scandal. “You two have no shame!”

Jon laughed so hard he nearly spilled his drink, and even Linda covered her mouth.

“What can I say?” she said, laughing. “The resemblance is ... uncanny.”

Mia gave Tommy a long, theatrical once-over. “Well. Lucky Benny,” she murmured. “And lucky you.”

Tommy flushed deeper, but smiled. Between the warmth of Linda’s body, Jon’s firm hand at his waist, and Mia’s attention—it was impossible to feel anything but wanted.

Mia untied her top and let it slip to the floor. The sarong followed. She stepped onto the daybed without hesitation, her bare skin catching the sun. She crawled across Jon’s legs and settled against them, eyeing Tommy like a puzzle she couldn’t wait to solve.

Leaning in close, she let her nose brush his cheek, her lips grazing his ear. “I think I’m going to love having you here,” she whispered.

Then she kissed his temple and curled into his chest, head tucked just beneath Linda’s shoulder.

The four of them lay together, tangled and golden, sunlight tracing every curve, every breath.

Tommy let out a long, shivery exhale. His hand found Mia’s, their fingers threading.

The patio fell quiet again—just birdsong and the occasional breathy giggle from the bed.

Linda lay at the center like a queen at rest—her strong body stretched out, bronzed by the sun. One arm held Mia close, whose petite frame was curled into her like she belonged there.

Mia was completely nude, her golden pigtails falling over Linda’s belly. She brushed soft kisses along her skin, fingertips mapping slow spirals over her ribs and hips.