More The Merrier

by Jayne Rylon

  More The Merrier

  Powertools, Book 7

  Jayne Rylon

  Happy Endings Publishing

  Copyright © 2017 by Jayne Rylon

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means—including email, file-sharing groups, and peer-to-peer programs—without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  If you have purchased a copy of this ebook, thank you. I greatly appreciate knowing you would never illegally share your copy of this book. This is the polite way of me saying don’t be a thieving asshole, please and thank you!

  If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Refer to the don’t-be-a-thieving-asshole section above for clarification. :)

  Cover Art by Jayne Rylon

  Editing by Mackenzie Walton

  Formatting By Jayne Rylon

  Version 3

  Ebook ISBN: 978-1-941785-86-7

  Print ISBN: 978-1-941785-87-4

  Contents

  About The Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Want To Read More About The Crew?

  Naughty News

  What Was Your Favorite Part?

  Jayne’s Shop

  Listen Up!

  About the Author

  Also by Jayne Rylon

  Powertools, Book 7

  Everyone’s favorite five-man, one-woman construction crew is back in action. This time they’re celebrating the holidays together, Powertools style.

  Though they’re each on the hunt for the perfect presents for their loved ones, they soon realize that the gifts they give each other day in and day out are the most valuable sort. Spending time together and sharing their passions—not only for sexy ménages in every variation—has helped them thrive despite life’s ups and downs.

  Come catch up with old friends, plus get a glimpse at what the future might hold as their stories continue!

  Additional Information

  Sign up for the Naughty News for contests, release updates, news, appearance information, sneak peek excerpts, reading-themed apparel deals, and more. www.jaynerylon.com/newsletter

  Shop for autographed books, reading-themed apparel, goodies, and more www.jaynerylon.com/shop

  A complete list of Jayne’s books can be found at www.jaynerylon.com/books

  To every person who has ever asked me for more Powertools…this one’s for you. Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do.

  1

  “Jingle balls, jingle balls—” James punctuated each phrase with a dramatic shake of his hips. Given the skintight brown velvet pants he wore as part of his gingerbread man suit, Mike could confirm the guy’s nuts were indeed swinging in time to his tune. Guess that answered the question about what he was wearing beneath his costume. Nada.

  Mike had never had a hard-on for a cookie before. A first time for everything, he supposed.

  “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that song goes, dumbass.” Joe, laughing, shoved James’s shoulder. The entire crew minus Devon had gathered today, on their day off, to take care of some decidedly non-construction business. As their foreman, Mike figured he should try to wrangle the group of five guys into some semblance of order, except it was honestly more fun to watch them goof off.

  It meant something to him that after years of hard work they’d reached a place in their careers and lives that could be this easy. A point where they could take a timeout to enjoy the fruits of their sometimes backbreaking labor.

  “I like his version better than the original.” Neil grinned as he steadied his partner to keep him from crashing into the photography equipment surrounding them. The pair had always been best friends. Then lovers. Now they accounted for two corners of a committed triad. Their shared wife had gone off with the rest of the ladies to do some shopping—and a healthy bit of wine drinking, Mike guessed.

  It was getting more and more difficult to separate the couples, or trios, into distinct units. Even today, the guys-versus-girls set up was just another way to rearrange their microcommunity because, really, they were all part of a complex nine-way relationship. Mentally, Mike shrugged. He didn’t give a shit about the math or labels except to admit their convoluted equation made him the happiest he’d ever been. Five years down the line from when they’d first started working things out between them and the women they’d fallen in love with, it was still tough to believe they could have gotten this lucky.

  Grateful every minute of every day, he was willing to indulge the people he had bonded so tightly with. Even if it meant wearing some ridiculous sexy Santa get-up for a photo. If it made his wife and their friends smile, it was worth his immortal humiliation.

  “Don’t risk an on-the-job injury there.” Dave chuckled as he added, “That would be one embarrassing workers’ comp claim to file.”

  “Technically, we’re off the clock.” Joe looked down at his own modified elf suit, which left a lot of sculpted abs on display between holiday suspenders, then rolled his eyes. “Who would pay us for this?”

  “I bet we could find some porn site out there who’d bite,” Mike teased.

  “Oh hell no.” Joe whipped around, glaring at him like he’d lost his mind. “I only do this kind of shit for the people I love most. No one else gets to see…or lust after…all this.”

  The rest of the guys cracked up when he gestured to himself with an oversized candy cane. Mike couldn’t resist taking his joke a little further. “Are you sure? That prop has some kinky potential. Why don’t you help one of the guys out of their fuzzy pants and put that thing to good use? We could probably raise enough money for that greenhouse you want to build Morgan so she can have fresh ingredients year round at Sweet Treats.”

  “I didn’t think this was going to be that kind of photo-shoot.” James shrugged one shoulder. “But I’m down if you want to give the ladies a much dirtier payback for the V-Day photo they took for us that one time. Maybe then they’ll try to outdo us with an orgy shot next year and my life will be complete.”

  Well, that had backfired.

  Mike tried to think up some reason to argue, but he couldn’t find any logic for why they shouldn’t. Besides, the longer he stared at his friends and thought of all the good times they’d had together, the hornier he was getting. He could use some relief since Kate and her friends weren’t likely to willingly abandon their mall excursion until the last shop closed.

  Joe rubbed his chest. If his fingers lingered near the tightened disc of his nipples, no one mentioned it. Though James’s tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip.

  Mike knew how the guy felt.

  Life had treated them well. Especially lately. Business was booming. Their friendships, partnerships, and relationships were stronger than ever. Abby and Nathan, their kids, were bigger, smarter, and more amazing every time he blinked. But in the bustle of the day-to-day, they hadn’t taken much time for their old fun and games lately.

  Maybe today was a good time to end their dry spell.

  As he scanned the room and met four hungry gazes, the air heated enough that had they been at the North Pole, they would have melted polar icecaps. Guaranteed.

  “Change of plans,” he announced. “Let’s up the ante a little. Make the photos we give the ladies the kind they don’t want to hang in the living room.”

  “Oh, you must not know our girl as well as I
thought.” Neil straightened his toy soldier hat as he looked at James’s blanching cheeks. “Devon will blow that shit up and wallpaper the house with it. Hell, she’ll probably send them out as Christmas cards to everyone we know, turning us into the explicit Christmas version of the Village People.”

  “And I give a fuck why?” Dave asked, already unbuttoning his lumberjack shirt. “I’m not ashamed of what we’ve got.”

  “Me either.” Mike grinned. “So someone get the hell over here and suck Santa’s cock.”

  “Will that get me on the nice list?” James wondered. “I have a really long, long…”

  “We know.” Neil snatched a fistful of the back of his boyfriend’s costume and led him to their friend before pressing him to his knees. “Do a good job and I’ll make sure you get everything you’ve ever wanted under the tree.”

  James peered up at Neil from his place at Mike’s feet. “You’ve already given me that.”

  Then he turned back toward Mike and wasted no time jamming his hands beneath the wide black vinyl belt into the waistband of his costume. James’s clever fingers wrapped around the base of Mike’s shaft, making him groan. On instinct, he reached out, gripping the back of James’s head and drawing him closer.

  “Hang on, that looks like fun.” Joe sidled up beside Mike for a front-row view of the action.

  James—who loved to be the center of their attention and could multitask like an octopus on steroids—extended his other hand, blindly searching for Joe’s impressive bulge. When he found it, he rubbed his cheek against the velvet-covered length of Joe’s hard-on.

  The contact created a visible spark in the room, as if he’d struck them with a bolt of lightning. Or the flash from a professional lighting kit.

  Right, because Dave was over there taking pictures, preserving the moment for them and the women who’d no doubt be envious when they realized what they’d missed out on. Not jealous, because they’d passed that phase of their relationship forever ago. Energized and likely…hungry. Nothing turned them on more than watching their guys get it on together.

  Mike’s cock jerked as he thought of Kate and how hot it made her to see one of the crew service him. She’d be wet and eager to jump him the moment he’d recovered. After taking the edge off, he’d be able to fuck her better—harder and longer—than if he hadn’t indulged with his friends first. It really was the perfect arrangement.

  “Get your mouth on me, James. Now.” Mike spread his legs, widening his stance to give the guy plenty of room to work his mischievous magic.

  He yanked his pants down to the tops of his thighs, granting James access to his rapidly stiffening hard-on. The guy practically purred, then grabbed hold, extending his tongue to lap the first drop of precome from the tip of Mike’s dick. Inspired, Joe wasn’t far behind. He doubled James’s pleasure, giving him two cocks to fondle, taste, and suck.

  Mike didn’t mind sharing. It gave him a second or two to catch his breath between blasts of pleasure. James was the blowjob champ. He could make any of them come in under a minute if he felt like it. Worse, he knew when to back off and switch his attention to Joe, leaving Mike hovering right on the edge of spilling his load.

  It felt great the first time, and even better the third or fourth, but before long it would make him desperate to shoot. He speared his fingers into James’s short hair and tried to use it to keep him in place. Unfortunately he’d just gotten a haircut. James continued to take turns teasing him and Joe.

  Mike closed his eyes, afraid that observing James working them over would make him embarrass himself and blast the side of the guy’s neck while he was busy with their partner. So it surprised him when someone claimed his parted lips in a rich, forceful kiss.

  Shocked yet totally onboard, he opened his eyes as he made out with Joe. It wasn’t often his best friend indulged in this level of intimacy, so Mike was determined to enjoy the rare gift. Apparently, the other guys wanted to give and receive some fun of their own.

  “Since you’ve got your hands—and mouth—full, let me take care of you.” Neil said as he knelt behind his boyfriend. “I’m glad we bought these costumes after all. You were right, Mike. This was a great idea.”

  Neil growled and yanked the bottom of James’s suit down, popping a few seams in the process. His ass had been bared for less than a second when Neil smacked one of his tight cheeks, making James moan and suck Mike’s cock harder, deeper.

  Damn.

  James shivered, his suction stuttering when Neil reached around and began to stroke his cock. He knew exactly how to manipulate James to arouse him to the max. Joe used one hand to direct James’s jaw back toward his groin. Mike didn’t blame the guy. He needed some relief himself.

  An accomplished sub, James didn’t have any trouble keeping up with both men while his husband began to prep his ass with a gel-coated finger. Where Neil had gotten lube from, Mike didn’t know or care. Hell, it was probably stashed in the end tables, considering how much action this living room had seen over the past five years.

  When Neil’s finger penetrated the tight ring of muscles at James’s ass, both men gasped. He worked it in and spread James open, making it obvious what was about to go down. Mike trusted James not to bite his cock off when his lover breached him.

  Dave grumbled, “Screw the camera. I’m getting in on this. I’m setting it to video and we can take stills from it later.”

  “How can you even still be thinking about that shit?” Neil turned his head and leveled a wicked grin at Dave. “Are you excited to fuck me or not?”

  Though he limped, the big guy moved pretty damn quick, lunging for the place where Neil crouched behind James. “Are you sure you can take me?”

  “Of course. Just go easy at first. Hell, once I get inside James it’s impossible for me to feel any pain. So let me get settled, then do your thing.”

  “Take your time. I kind of like the view from here.” Dave squeezed Neil’s ass, separating his cheeks. He ran one finger down their friend’s crack, pressing against his hole as Neil buried himself balls-deep in James.

  “Fuck! Yes!” James attempted to shout. Even though his mouth was full of Mike’s cock, they knew exactly what he meant.

  Mike and Joe each cupped one of James’s shoulders, holding him steady as Neil sank inside him bit by bit. When he had fit himself to James as tightly as possible, he looked over his shoulder and said, “All aboard the fuck-express.”

  “You’re a soldier, not an engineer,” Joe pointed out.

  “James, you need to ramp it up over there. If he can call me out on a technicality, he’s not hot enough.”

  His husband obliged, making Joe drop his head back and curse.

  “I’m not sure how I feel about being the caboose,” Dave grumbled as he clasped Neil’s hips in his mammoth hands and shuffled forward on his knees until he forced Neil’s thighs apart to make room for his body between Neil’s legs.

  “You feel horny. That’s how you fucking feel,” Neil said, his voice strained as he ground his hips against James’s ass in anticipation of Dave’s entry. “Now connect us all. Come on. Please.”

  Mike’s jaw clenched when Neil begged like that. It rocked him that his friends were as moved by what they shared as he was. He barely kept control of his rising pleasure. He intensified his make-out with Joe, adding a whole lot of tongue and a bit of teeth, scraping along the other guy’s stubbled jaw, before returning to his now-swollen lips.

  While he was getting lost in that simple pleasure, Dave advanced. He lubed his fat cock then wedged it against Neil’s ass and began to work it inside. As if he could feel Neil struggling to stay hard despite the intensity of Dave’s entry, James took over for his husband and began to thrust backwards, stroking Neil’s cock with his ass, even as he devoured Mike and Joe’s erections.

  It only took a little of that special treatment before Neil had recovered and been sufficiently distracted to allow Dave to drill inside his ass fully. Mike saw how stretched his hole was
to accommodate Dave’s girth and he was glad Neil was the one kneeling, not him. The other guy didn’t seem to mind in the least, though. He began to move, taking turns fucking James and being fucked by Dave.

  That much euphoria was contagious. Mike couldn’t watch three of his best friends linked one to the other to the other without being impacted himself. Joe huffed out an uneven breath and Mike knew he wasn’t the only one affected by the display James, Neil, and Dave were putting on for them—and for themselves as well.

  When James flicked his tongue over the sensitive underside of his cockhead, mixing increased sensation with the proof of the crew’s bond, Mike couldn’t resist. One brush of James’s finger over his puckered ass and he was ready to come.

  He looked over at Joe, who had his eyes scrunched closed as if seeing the sexy men in front of them was too much to bear. No sense in torturing them all.

  “Joe, let’s do it. Let’s give James his reward for sucking us so well.”

  “You first, foreman,” Joe rasped as he pried his eyes open and leveled a smoking hot stare at Mike. It was one part dare and the rest a plea. He loved giving people things, and wouldn’t enjoy his orgasm as much if he thought he’d stolen Mike’s pleasure from him, even for a moment.

  No problem there.

  Mike put his hand on either side of James’s face and held his head still. He fucked the man’s mouth a few times, making him gag before James opened his throat and took Mike as deep as he could.

  Only when he was fully embedded in his friend’s mouth did Mike let go. Come blasted from his cock, nearly drowning poor James in the process. He’d hardly had time to swallow before Joe was there, seeking entrance. Mike withdrew, brushing his shaft along the length of Joe’s as they traded places.

  Joe barely made it inside before he too lost control.

  When a dribble of seed leaked from the corner of James’s mouth, he became the next to tip over like a row of dirty dominoes. His ass clenched around Neil and he shoved aside his husband’s hand to rub his dick as it erupted onto the floor.