“Fuck, Spencer, I don’t want to be without you. I can’t even think about it without my blood running cold. You have no idea how hard it was for me to admit to myself that I need you in my life. After the Hamptons, no matter what I did that fact just kept staring me in the face.”
Spencer let a small smile ease onto his lips. “I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know how I felt about you?”
He nodded. “And I didn’t know it was hard for you too.”
“We all have our demons, Spence. But we don’t have to let them define us.” Jack leaned toward him and kissed him tenderly, slurping on his plump bottom lip.
Spencer took hold of his shoulders, kissing him back. An amazing warmth flooded his chest and he wanted to give his all to Jack in that moment, to see their demons put down, obliterated for good. No more shame; no more fear. But not yet; Rory was the first and the last part of this circle.
“Let’s go get our lady,” Spencer said.
“You said our lady. Do you mean that?” Jack whispered.
Spencer had never been more sure of anything. “Yeah man, I do.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Rory soaped her legs. Jack had said he needed to talk to Spencer alone. Man talk, he’d said. She didn’t quite understand why. Spencer could talk to her. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t tell her, right?
But somehow she trusted Jack to know what she didn’t. Maybe there were things she couldn’t help him with.
Two swift knocks sounded on the door. “Babe?”
“Spencer? Everything all right?” The water sloshed around the oval soaking tub as she stood up and grabbed a towel.
He stepped into the bathroom with Jack right behind him. “We need to talk to you,” Spencer said, and grabbed another towel, helping to dry her off. She swatted at the tendrils of hair that had escaped her loose ponytail. Jack stilled her hands and kissed the tips of her fingers.
“Thank you for giving us a minute by ourselves,” he said.
She smiled at him. “Of course.”
“Come into the bedroom,” Jack said, and took her by the hand. She rested the towel on the bench beside the door and followed. When Jack glanced back at her, she was treated to the most beautiful smile. She had no idea what they had talked about, but it must have been some conversation. Spencer’s mood seemed to have done a complete one-eighty. His fingers toyed with the damp curls at her nape.
“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on with you two?”
“Spencer just needed to cool off some.” Jack smiled. “And, I needed to get some things off my chest.”
Rory pursed her lips. “Something off your chest?” She had a quick flash of Spencer coming all over his broad pectorals. What a dirty mind she was developing.
Jack looked at her. “Yes. Care to hear what it was?”
Rory nodded.
Spencer squeezed her shoulder. “Wouldn’t it be better if you showed her?”
“If we showed her,” Jack corrected.
“We,” Spencer repeated, with a glint in his eye. He leaned forward, slanting his head in an undeniable invitation directed at Jack.
This was new. Spencer hadn’t ever asked for Jack’s affections, not directly. She watched and sucked in a shallow breath when Jack reached for his jaw and pulled him in. Their tongues ignited without pretense, without shame.
“I’ll never get tired of watching you two together,” Rory whispered.
Jack broke away. “Good,” he said, and pressed his lips back to Spencer’s.
With just a turn of his head, Spencer kissed her next, a deep and penetrating kiss that made her step back against the wall. She melted against it and lost herself in the twirls of his tongue.
“Mmmm… Look at that. You take her breath away, Spencer.”
He parted lips with her and smiled, still looking into her eyes. “Nah, it’s the other way around, dude.” Spencer reached back for Jack’s hand, bringing him closer, and stepped aside.
Jack cupped her jaw. “I know what you mean.” He softened his lips and tipped his tongue against hers with polite restraint. The devilish tease made her tremble, and she whimpered while he continued to dab and sweep with uncharacteristic sweetness.
Spencer leaned into them, speaking softly in a voice filled with arousal. “When Rory loves, she loves deeply, without judgment or fear.” He slurped on her neck.
“I know,” Jack whispered. “I see it in you, princess, this gorgeous light. You make me hungry for it.”
Rory found her voice, amid her zigzagging thoughts and the burning desire flickering in her core. “This thing between all of us isn’t just sex.”
Saying it out loud suddenly made it real. It was about more than mere sexual indulgence and satisfying curiosities. Jack was a part of them. When had it started for her? From that first night in their home, his sexy confidence and surprising vulnerability had tugged at her even when she’d tried to ignore it. When he’d taken control of them in his kitchen, she felt in awe of his power, of the way he knew exactly what she and Spencer needed. She couldn’t pretend any longer. She owed them all the truth. “It’s because I’m falling in love with you too, Jack, that my heart aches when we’re not all together.”
Spencer kissed Jack’s neck, seeming to second her on that front. He spoke between those kisses. “You don’t have to hold back, baby. I want you to show him.”
Something broke free inside her, some part of her that wanted to dance with joy. She lowered herself right there in the hallway, taking to her knees. “How can I please you, sir?”
Jack stroked her forehead with his thumb, brushing at her escaped locks. “I’m already pleased beyond words.”
“Anything, sir…” She looked up at him. His expression was stern and he brushed a finger along the corner of her eye.
“You are so perfect. I can’t believe my luck. Truly.” He sank down to kneel in front of her, hunching forward to meet her eye to eye. “Tonight I just want to love you.” Looking back up at Spencer he continued. “Let me love you both.”
Jack led them through the pocket doors at the end of the hall. His bedroom hadn’t changed in the two weeks he’d been commuting to work from Rory and Spencer’s house, but it was different. He was different. The shiny new kernel of light in his heart was different, and there was no mistaking why.
They fell into a loose embrace on his king-size bed. Jack tugged off his shirt. “Rory, please help Spencer get naked.” This wasn’t a command; it was more of a desperate plea. The need to be with them was threatening to swallow him whole. This would be all about reward, not punishment. He suspected they’d all been tortured enough in the struggle to come to grips with their feelings. Playtime would be for another day. If he had any say about it, there would be lots of chances to make up for lost time later on, but tonight was something different.
Spencer had Rory cradled against his chest before Jack had finished stripping off his last pant leg. He was holding her legs apart and she reached out in front of her. He couldn’t be slow about it. He didn’t even try. Jack took two wide leaps to his night table and pulled out a condom.
“Please tell me you’ve been checked out,” Rory said on a heavy breath, “because I would give anything to feel you inside me without that thing between us.”
“I’m meticulous about it. Every three months.” He smiled. “And you two haven’t been with anyone else in how long?”
“More than three years,” Rory answered.
“And we got the all clear when we first got together.”
“Put that away, Jack. I’m also on birth control.”
Jack took the stack of twenty or so condoms and threw them in the trash. “Then I won’t be needing any of these.” He climbed onto the bed and nestled his cock between Rory’s legs. “Because I don’t plan to be doing this”—he pushed forward, his cockhead sliding between her folds—“with anyone else.”
Rory’s body tensed, though her legs opened wider. So did her eyes, w
hen his cockhead lodged inside her. She let out a contented sigh as he pressed farther into her depths. Spencer reached around and pinched and tugged her clit as his other arm locked firm against the mattress, bracing her for what he must know would come next.
Jack took hold of her thighs, pressing his fingers into her buttery-smooth skin. She was soft, like a woman should be, and her pussy flowed as wet as an ocean for him. “Oh, sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you now.”
Spencer stared down at Rory. The wild hunger in his eyes caused a surge of precum to spill from Jack’s tip.
“She’s so wet for you, Jack.”
“I need you, Jack. Fuck me.” Her voice was small and hoarse.
Jack was undone, all restraint lost to her smell and the sensations surrounding his cock. His hips whipped forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her. The steady thump of his heart had competition with the furious slapping of flesh on flesh as he attempted to pound his love into her soul. Spencer wrapped his arms tightly around her chest, holding her securely in place as her cries resounded into the air. Her head fell back on Spencer’s shoulder and he took advantage, licking at her parted lips as she panted.
The sight nearly drove Jack over the edge. He slowed, rolling his hips languidly now, backing away from the volcano that was threatening to erupt. Spencer placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder and called him to join their kiss. Their three tongues swept against one another, sending a tingle down his spine and pulling a shaky coo from Rory’s lips.
“Ah, fuck. I’m coming.” Jack had tried to hold out, but the bliss that washed over him in that kiss was all-powerful. Slow jets of his seed spilled into Rory’s depths and he rested his head momentarily against her generous breasts. She wrapped her arms around him. Her love felt like a warm bath, and he soaked up the purity that seemed to radiate off her. Whatever their future held, he knew once and for all that he’d never corrupt her, not when she had the power to make him only want to do good.
“I need to be inside of her, Jack,” Spencer said, rousing him from his postorgasm stupor. Jack sat up and lifted her into place as Spencer lay down. Rory began riding him, her hair falling wildly from the slackened ponytail she’d rigged for the tub. Like a true goddess, she was hungry for more. Jack pushed Spencer’s legs wide, lying flat on his belly to get up close to the glorious spectacle that was their joining. He could smell himself on them, mixing with their own sweet musk. He extended his tongue and closed his eyes, letting Rory’s clit rub against it as she rocked Spencer’s cock in and out of her.
“Oh my God, I can’t take it!” She cried out, and suddenly there was a sharp tang in Jack’s mouth, making him grin from ear to ear.
“That’s right, baby. Come for us,” Spencer growled.
Jack felt his erection building again, fast, as she hollered from above and her pussy gushed. When she stilled, Jack pulled Spencer from inside her and swallowed him to the back of his throat. He sucked him hard and deep and coaxed him to come by cupping and caressing his balls. Spencer squeezed his hands into fists, clutching at the sheets, and grunted. “Fuck, Jack. Oh fuck!”
Rory watched with wide, intense eyes as she squirmed, seemingly without realizing it, on Spencer’s chest, rubbing her juices all over him. Jack felt the first hot stream of Spencer’s semen and swallowed, eagerly anticipating the next. He drank him down, having never wanted to do the same for anyone else, feeling all the closer to him for it.
And it made him happy. Yes, happy. He looked up at them both, nearly passed out on the bed, Rory splayed on top of Spencer, and he knew it was true.
Jack was finally happy.
“Wow,” Spencer managed between heavy breaths. His nerve endings still seemed to run with electricity. His toes were still curled.
“Can you say amazing?” Rory said and rolled over to her side. She propped her head on her hand and smiled at Spencer and then at Jack.
“I’ve never made a promise to someone in my life,” Jack said as he stood over them. He crossed the room and closed the blinds. Spencer hadn’t even realized they were open. “So, this is kind of a big deal to me.”
“What is it, Jack?”
He crawled onto the bed, his long, lean lines looking like a stalking panther. “I’ll never hurt either of you. I’ll never turn my back on you. I’m pretty sure I’ll never be the same without you.”
Rory took Spencer’s hand. “We feel the same way. Right, Spence?”
Spencer knew how he felt. “I’m in deep, man. You’re not getting rid of us easily.”
“I promise to take care of your needs, to be the man you can count on.”
“Jack, you only have to be yourself,” Rory said, brushing her fingers across his cheek. The look of adoration in her eyes made Spencer’s heart warm. She was in just as deep. They were in this together.
He took her hand and laid the tiniest of kisses on her knuckles. “I love that your heart is big enough for Jack too.”
“I love that you don’t have to hide, Spence.” She took Jack’s hand. “I love that you, Jack, have completed us in more ways than I could have ever imagined.”
Spencer gave her hand a squeeze. Then she got that look in her eye that always made Spencer’s cock twitch. “I want you both inside me. Can we, please?”
Jack grabbed her hips and tossed her to her knees. Spencer guided her back until she straddled him. He was hard. Had he ever gone soft? Rory sank onto him, and he let out a moan of gratitude.
She craned her neck to watch Jack line up behind her. “Slow and easy, baby,” Jack said, and Spencer knew exactly the moment he’d made it past the tight ring of muscle guarding her tightest hole.
She smashed her lips together and hummed.
“Just a little more now, baby,” Jack said, and Spencer felt the length of him slide against his shaft through that impossibly thin membrane separating them. “So…damn…good.”
“More than good,” Spencer grunted.
He stared Rory in the face, her delicate features taut with determination, her eyes squeezed shut.
“You OK, sweetheart?” Spencer asked.
Wild eyes burned back at him now. “Don’t stop. I want it all.”
“And you should have it. Everything you need.” Jack withdrew and thrust deep once again. Spencer took hold of her ass for leverage and revved his hips, alternating with Jack’s thrusts. Her fingernails bit into Spencer’s shoulders and he gritted his teeth while her pussy tugged on his cock and Jack’s shaft grazed past his, like iron encased in silk.
Rory began to shudder. Jack took a fistful of her hair and pulled her upright as she trembled and bucked. He pressed his teeth into the exposed flesh of her neck and wrapped his lips onto her skin. Spencer rose up on his elbows and took one of her breasts into his mouth, his eyes never leaving her face as she fell apart screaming their names.
It was a beautiful thing, to watch Rory tumble into orgasm and to have Jack be a partner in her pleasurable demise. He’d never tire of her body pulsing around him or the look on her face. But Spencer still needed more, and for the first time the words didn’t feel foreign in his mouth when he asked for what he wanted.
“Jack, I need you to fuck me.”
Together they helped Rory off him. She seemed on the edge of delirium, a blissful smile pasted across her face.
“Stand up,” Jack instructed Spencer, with his hands on his hips and his cock at full alert.
Spencer appreciated the rough edge to his voice. He hoped to be taken with hard, forceful slaps of Jack’s hips against his ass. So far, Jack hadn’t disappointed him in that regard.
“Hands on the wall.” Jack told him. Spencer swallowed the wetness gathering in his mouth. He could barely wait for it, but with the slow and casual way Jack went about lubing his ass, he knew there would be a healthy dose of torturous anticipation to chew on before he got what he needed.
“Ah…Jack…fuck…”
“Patience.” He planted one firm hand on Spencer’s hip and with the other corkscrewed two fi
ngers into his hole. Curling them, he plunged deep and grazed past Spencer’s prostate.
Tiny electrical currents ran up Spencer’s spine from his depths.
“Is this mine?” Jack asked, his cock dribbling precum over Spencer’s ass cheek.
“Yes, take it,” Spencer grunted through clenched teeth. The stimulation of Jack’s expert fingers threatened to end it all too soon.
He licked his ear, whispering with gruff puffs of air, “I want to know if you’re ready to give yourself to me.”
Spencer’s cock throbbed and quaked to the point of pain. His heartbeat reached new speeds in his chest. “I give you everything. I’ve got nothing left to hide.”
“I love you,” Jack said as he spread Spencer’s muscled flesh with his long fingers and his cock kissed the tender entrance of Spencer’s ass.
He’d said it, words Spencer never imagined he’d hear from another man. The base honesty of it tore right through him.
“I love you too.” Spencer’s own voice was choked and soft in response, overwhelmed by the flow of emotions roaring like a tornado in his head.
The first stroke was the most mind-blowing he had ever experienced. Or so it seemed until the next one landed deep inside. The sensation of Jack, raw and hot in his ass was more erotic than anything had a right to be. He couldn’t keep from bucking back to meet every stroke, causing Jack to whip forward and snap his hips against him, pinning him to the wall.
Jack growled in his ear. “No, dude, you asked me to fuck you, not the other way around.”
Rory watched them from the bed. Her fingers had found their way back to her sopping wet pussy as she lay draped over a pillow. What an amazing sight, both of them the picture of masculinity, all lean muscle and sharp angles. Together they rocked like a violent sea, Jack’s focused rhythm making music around them as he slammed into Spencer again and again.
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