by Sophie Oak
Jack wanted him. Jack loved him.
Sam’s arms wrapped around Jack’s waist, and he let his hands explore. He ran his hands down the strong planes of his back to cup his ass. Every muscle was perfect, even through Jack’s jeans Sam could feel his heat.
Jack came up for air. His face was magnificently savage to Sam’s mind.
“Knees, Samuel,” he ordered.
Sam fell to his knees and immediately went to work on the fly of Jack’s jeans. His hard cock sprung free, and Sam was swallowing it down as he pushed the denim aside. He couldn’t wait to get that rigid flesh inside his mouth. Sam loved the sweet way Abby tasted, but he craved the saltiness of Jack, too. He wanted the best of both worlds. Sam grunted as Jack’s hands twisted in his hair. The little pain was sensational to Sam. He liked the bite and the warmth that pain left in its recess.
Jack fucked his mouth ruthlessly. He thrust in and out. Sam ran his tongue around the rock-hard cock, sucking down the pre-cum dripping from the tip. He opened his mouth wide and gave Jack just the edge of his teeth. All at once it was over. Jack pulled out, his erection still huge and unsatisfied.
“I’m going to do a lot more than get a blow job, Sam,” Jack growled. “Take those fucking clothes off and get on the bed.”
Jack stalked toward the bedroom. Abby tried to move out of his way. She was biting her bottom lip. It told Sam she was nervous. She wouldn’t want to get in the way. Sam wanted to tell her that she could never be in the way. She was the center of their world. Jack got to her first.
Jack reached out and grabbed her. He shoved her against the wall and held her there, pinning her with his body. He kissed her with every bit of ruthlessness he had used on Sam. Sam watched them as he tossed his clothes aside. Jack hadn’t bothered to zip up. He pulled Abby’s hand down to stroke his cock. Her little hand ran up and down his erection. It was a beautiful sight. The head was thick and deliciously purple. Sam’s dick throbbed in anticipation.
Jack tore open the robe Abby wore and threw it aside. She was naked underneath. He ground his cock against her pussy. “Get your ass to bed, too.” Jack groaned as he let her down. He walked into the bedroom without a second glance.
Abby turned to Sam, worry evident in her eyes. “Sam, I don’t want to come between you.”
Sam pulled her naked body close to his. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. He kissed her briefly, skimming her waist and hips with his hands. She was like silk against him. “You won’t. I’m going to come between you and Jack. It’s my night to be in the middle, baby. Don’t you dare walk away.” It wouldn’t be the same without Abby there.
“But Jack—”
“Needs to work out some of his fears,” Sam stated astutely. “He loves us. He just doesn’t understand that he can be weak sometimes. We have to show him it’s all right. Give him what he needs.”
Abby nodded, emotion in her eyes. “I love you, Sam.”
“I love you. You’re my woman,” Sam said with a grin. “Now let’s go get our man.”
Chapter Sixteen
Jack impatiently paced the room. He kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans to the side. He wondered what the hell was taking them so damn long. Every minute they weren’t with him sent him further into his head.
In his mind, he saw the gun Leo had picked up off the floor. The Dom had tried to quickly conceal it, but Jack hadn’t missed the glint of metal. It had been shoved against Abigail’s stomach. It could have just as easily been Sam. If Sam had been whipped first, he would have been down there, just waiting to be Slater’s victim. Jack couldn’t help it. The rage was riding him. He shoved his fist through the bedroom wall.
“I’m sure Julian will appreciate your renovations, Jack,” Sam snarked. He and Abigail stood in the doorway watching him. There was no judgment in their eyes. It was as though they were simply waiting for him to be done with his rage.
“I should have killed that fucker. How could I have let him walk away?”
“You didn’t, baby.” Abby walked straight up to him and put her arms around him. Jack realized he could probably be covered in another man’s blood with a knife in his hand, and Abigail would put her arms around him and ask if he was hurt. Sam would be there, too, only he’d probably be offering to wash the knife and help him hide the body.
“He didn’t walk out,” Sam continued Abby’s thought. “He was kind of dragged along, crying the whole way. He’s probably being tortured even as we speak.” Sam’s face got serious. “It’s over. It happened and we survived it. Put it behind you. We won’t let you shut us out again.”
But Jack was on a roll. He was sick to death of being afraid. The terror rolled in his gut, warring with rage. “And I swear, I’m going to beat the shit out of that Leo guy if he so much as looks Abby’s way again. The same goes for Julian with Sam. I am sick of people questioning my rights to my subs. Abby is my wife and, damn it, you’re my Sam. I won’t let other people try to take you away from me.”
“After what you did to my back, I seriously doubt anyone’s thinking like that, Jack,” Sam said.
“And from now on, I decide the punishment. Julian can go to hell. I am not living by his rules. I make the rules for this household. I do not have to live by his dictates. I don’t have to follow some goddamn handbook in how I live my life. And the two of you are not allowed to fucking die on me.” He reached down and pulled Abby up. “And neither one of you is allowed to leave me. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Jack,” she replied very seriously.
Jack looked at Sam, who had his hands on his hips. Jack tossed him a questioning look. They were going to have to work on Sam’s obedience.
“Fine, I won’t leave. I wasn’t going far anyway. Can we fuck, please? This is getting painful.” He indicated his massive erection. “We can work through your angst later.”
“He’s going to be the death of me, Abby,” Jack whispered to his wife. He looked between his lovers. “I was afraid I would push you away with my demands. I can see now that the only way I can push you away is by holding you at arm’s length.” He opened his other arm, and Sam walked into it. Their bodies pressed together. Something deep inside Jack loosened and broke free.
“You can push us to do some crazy stuff,” Abby admitted.
Jack laughed. “Then I’ll just have to come up with some creative torture.” His eyes met with Sam’s. “I love you both. I won’t check out again. I promise.” He leaned over and brushed his lips against Sam’s and then Abby’s. When he was done, he looked at his wife. “Get on the bed, baby. We’re experimenting tonight.”
Abby was on the big bed before Jack could say another word.
“Sam, I believe our wife would like some attention.” Jack relaxed. He was in control again. It was exactly where he liked to be.
Sam’s smile was decadent. He dropped to his knees in front of Abby. “Spread your legs, baby. I need something sweet.” He pushed her knees apart and shoved his face in her pussy. Jack could see how wet she was. Sam could lick her all day, and she’d just make more. He’d never had a woman get so wet.
Abby didn’t need lube, he thought with a chuckle, but Sam was going to. Jack pulled the lubricant out of the dresser. He spread the lube in his hand. He enjoyed watching Sam lick at Abby as he stroked his erection, making certain he was nice and slippery. He was hard as a rock at the thought of what was about to happen. It had been forever since he’d fucked a man, and he’d never been with one he loved. Tonight he would be fully and completely with Sam and Abby. It was perfect.
“Abigail, move back,” Jack ordered. “Sam, you’re going to get inside Abby and then wait for my instructions.”
Sam pressed Abby’s legs open and seated himself. He groaned as he pushed his erection in. Abby tilted her hips up to take him all the way to his balls. Sam wasn’t one to wait. He started thrusting in and out, his head falling back.
Jack didn’t stop him. Sam could thrust like that for a really long time.
“Does she
feel good?” Jack asked, his voice low and husky.
“God, yes.” Sam twisted his hips, making Abby moan. “You know how tight she is. She fits me like a glove.”
Jack groaned slightly at that thought. Sam was going to be tighter than a glove. Suddenly Jack couldn’t wait. He was done holding himself back. He was going to join them. He was always going to join them from now on. He ran his hand up Sam’s strong back, pushing him forward lightly. “Spread your legs, Sam. I need room to work.”
Sam shuddered as he spread his feet apart. Again, Jack noted with a smile, it didn’t make him miss a thrust. Abby was pushing back against him now. Her thumb was stroking her clit. Jack could hear the sweet sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Sam’s fingers joined hers. “Come for me, baby. That’s right. I’m going make you come all night long.”
“That’s going to have to wait a minute,” Jack said deeply. “I need you to hold still, Sam.”
“Damn it,” he cursed but stopped and leaned over. He planted his hands on either side of Abby’s head. Abby didn’t complain at all, even though it was apparent she’d been seconds away from heaven. She held still and let her hands drift into Sam’s hair. Jack could hear her whispering to Sam. She told him how much she loved him. Abby looked up at him, and Jack saw the love shining in her eyes. His heart clenched. This wasn’t sex, not even close. This was making love.
Jack smiled in return and moved between Sam’s legs. He let his hands cup the muscled cheeks of Sam’s ass and poured out more lube. He spread the cheeks and started to work the lube into the tight rim of his ass. The plug they removed earlier in the day had relaxed him a bit, but he was still tight as a drum. “Relax, Sam.” Jack gently pushed his middle finger in, working the lube around. Sam pushed back. “Patience.”
“I don’t have any.” Sam laughed as he groaned. “I never did, man. Come on. I want your cock, not your fingers, Jack.”
Jack sighed. Later, he would probably spank the hell out of Sam for that, but now he was just as impatient. He lined his dick up to that tight hole and gently started working his way in. Tight, so tight, Sam’s anus fought him, fought to keep him out. “Press back against me.” He wasn’t even past the rim, and he was fighting orgasm.
Sam flattened his back and pushed out. Jack steadied himself. He put a hand on Sam’s abs. They were tight in anticipation. Jack tunneled in as carefully as he could. When his hips were flush against Sam’s backside, Jack held still. He could feel the nub of Sam’s prostate.
“Fuck,” Jack muttered because there was no way he could last. It was too tight, too hot, too good.
“Yes, fucking would be nice,” Abby said a little desperately. “I’m so close.”
Sam laughed, and Jack could feel it all along his cock. He was done playing. Jack pulled out almost to the rim and thrust back in. Sam’s head came up.
“God, yes,” he yelled. He pushed back, forcing himself back onto Jack’s dick, then shoved forward into Abby.
Jack gripped Sam’s hips and set a brutal pace. He dragged his cock in and out, the heat and pressure making him crazy. Sam’s body fought to keep him inside. His tight hole sucked at Jack’s cock, tighter than anything he’d felt before. Jack heard Abby cry out as Sam got her to come. Then Sam’s head fell forward, and he was the one shouting as he filled their wife.
Jack felt his balls tighten and a tingle at the base of his spine. He pushed as far as he could into Sam’s body as the orgasm took him. The hand on Sam’s stomach tightened, and he pressed forward. He hissed as the cum shot from his body. He dragged air into his lungs as he thrust in little bursts, unwilling to leave the hot clasp of Sam’s body. He finally slipped out and let gravity pull him forward.
They landed in a heap of arms and legs.
“Are you okay?” Jack asked when he could breathe again.
He felt Sam’s hand wind around to land on his hip. “Never fucking better, man. I like being in the middle. Though not to sleep.” He got up suddenly and pulled Abby between them. “She’s softer than you and doesn’t give off as much heat. You’re like a furnace.” Sam settled back down, cuddling up to Abby, his head resting happily on her chest.
Jack went up on his elbow. He wondered what he’d been so upset about before. It didn’t seem to matter now. They were together. That mattered. Abby was looking up at him with dreamy eyes. Jack laid a little kiss on her forehead. “You okay, baby?”
“I want to watch next time. It’s like my own private movie.”
Sam’s head came up.
“No, Sam, we’re not taping it,” Jack said sternly.
Sam let his head fall back down with a pout. “You want to watch? You know what that makes you, Abby?” Sam asked with a sigh. “That makes you a pervert.”
“No, it doesn’t,” she insisted, snuggling down between them. “It just makes me Abby.”
It made her perfect, Jack thought. It made them perfect.
* * * *
“Is she going to sleep all morning?” Jack asked as Sam walked into the room. Sam was wearing a pair of boxers and scratching his stomach. His hair was wet from his shower. There was a cozy intimacy between them now that hadn’t been there before. They had been friends, the closest of friends. Now they were more.
Sam yawned and stretched. “Well, she went through a lot. Can you blame her? She got whipped, and then some guy tried to kill her, and then we did the whole crazy three-way thing four times in one night.” He stopped and a grin covered his face. “Maybe we should wake her up with sex.”
Jack shook his head and laughed. “No time, buddy. I want to be out of here in two hours. We’re going home.”
“Where we can have going-home sex to relax after all the vacation sex, right?”
Jack’s laugh was cut off by the knock at the door. When he opened it, Julian himself pushed through a large elegant tray. Sally followed behind him. She was bright and fresh faced. The moment Julian had the tray where he wanted it, Sally began pouring coffee into the china cups on the table.
Julian was all polite graciousness this morning. “Good morning, Jackson, Samuel. I wanted to make sure you enjoyed your stay. Breakfast is on the house this morning.”
“Thank god,” Lucas said, walking in from the hall. “I’m starving.”
Jack shook his head. So much for his intimate morning plans. He would have to get used to it. The tight circle of people he trusted and gave a damn about was getting bigger by the moment. His younger brother looked over the food with an eager glint in his eyes. He downed the cup of coffee Sally handed him. Next month, Jack would have Lexi at the house for Easter. His heart did a little flip-flop as he thought about it. This was his family. Years he’d gone without, and now they were here.
“Hey, don’t you eat all the bacon,” Sam complained good-naturedly. “If you’re anything like your brother, we’re going to need to tell Benita to double the grocery order.”
Julian was wearing his normal daytime attire of suit and tie. His gray eyes were surprisingly warm as he looked at the younger men. “You and Sam seem fine.”
“Sam and I are very happy,” Jack corrected. “So is Abby. Don’t worry about us, Julian. We’ll be fine.”
Julian nodded. He pulled a small envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Lucas. “In case you need to blackmail your father. I know it’s a family tradition.”
Lucas’s eyes went wide as he pulled out the contents of the envelope. “Wow. These are disturbing. I don’t think I want to see my father in fetish wear. He let her spank him? Damn.” He flicked through the pictures, his face glazed with shock. Sam snuck a peek.
“Jack, your dad looks like you, but his dick isn’t anywhere close. Papa’s got a little package.”
“I must take after someone else,” Lucas murmured. Jack nearly laughed out loud when his brother flushed. Lucas stood up straight and handed the photos back to Julian. “Thank you, Mr. Lodge, but I’m out of the blackmail business. I have better things to do with my time.”
“Like punch cattle,” Sam supplied.
“I have to punch them?”
Julian handed the photos to Sally who tucked them into the pocket of her suit. Like Julian she was all business this morning.
Julian took a cup from Sally. “Very good, Lucas. I’ll keep them in case you need them later. Know you’re always welcome here. Jackson, Samuel, don’t be strangers. Sally, come to the office when you’re done serving breakfast.”
Julian shook hands with Jack and left quietly. As soon as the door closed, Abby walked out of the bedroom, looking like a rumpled kitten.
“I need coffee,” she said.
Sam already had the situation in hand. “Here you go, baby.”
“Oh, good, breakfast.”
Sally held out a hand gesturing to the tray. “I have a variety of breakfast favorites. There’s pancakes, bacon, eggs, danishes, and fruit.”
Abby looked down at the small buffet Julian had sent up. Her face went stark white, and she managed to set down the coffee mug before she darted back into the bedroom.
“Abby?” Jack ran to keep up with her. Sam was hard on his heels.
Abby sat in front of the toilet throwing up everything she had in her stomach. Her hands were trembling. Jack got down beside her and pulled her hair out of the way. He patted her back and made sure she had an anchor. She was shaking, and Jack looked back at Sam. He was pale and worried. She’d been so sick for the past month, but she’d seemed to be coming out of it.
“Baby, are you all right? Do I need to call a doctor?”
Lucas looked in. He slapped Sam on the arm. “Dude, is she pregnant?”
Abby’s head came up. “No. No. I’m almost thirty-eight. I can’t be pregnant.”
Sally stood in the doorway. “I think Lucas is right. I had a friend. The smell of bacon made her puke when she was pregnant. It was funny. Not the puking part. Sorry. She was really psycho about taking her birth control pills, but then she was on antibiotics, and they cancelled out the pills. She was pissed.”