by Sophie Oak
Sam sighed. “Thank god.” He threw himself under her and was pulling her down onto his cock before Jack could get the lube open. Sam gritted his teeth as he thrust up into her. “You feel so fucking good, baby. I’m going to fill you up tonight.”
“Not until I say so,” Jack warned.
Abigail was riding Sam, grinding against his pelvis when Jack gently pushed her forward. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his hands. She was the reason they were all here. If she hadn’t come around, he and Sam would have gone on the way they had before. Loving Abigail had made being physical with Sam possible. Before her, both he and Sam had been too afraid to upset the status quo. Her complete open acceptance of everything she was had shown him the way. “Hold still, sweetheart.”
She leaned forward onto Sam, presenting Jack with the lovely sight of her little ass waiting for him. He felt his cock lengthen as he spread the lube into the rosebud. He covered his cock in the slippery stuff and worked the lube into her ass with his thumb. He loved the feeling of her clenching around his thumb. It would be even tighter around his cock. He pulled his hand away and got his dick ready. Though he’d come only minutes before, he was ready to shoot off again. He spread her cheeks and pressed in.
“Oh, god.” She moaned as she thrust back against him.
He sighed in pure pleasure, pushing forward past the tight ring and fully seating himself in her ass. He held himself there for a moment, enjoying the heat and the feel of Sam’s cock against his, only a thin bit of their wife’s body keeping them apart. Jack looked over her shoulder into the eyes of his partner. “Tomorrow night, you’re in the middle, Sam.”
Sam hissed, the sound a little like pain. “Please, Jack.”
Jack pulled out and slowly tunneled in. “All right. Let’s fuck our wife.”
She groaned and pushed back against him. He held onto her hips, his hands brushing Sam’s as they pulled her back and forth between them. He enjoyed the slow slide of Sam’s cock against his as he thrust forward and Sam retreated. Abigail moaned between them. It couldn’t last. There was too much. There was too much of everything riding the three of them tonight, too much lust, too much love. It would be over far too soon. He could feel Sam swelling, getting ready to go off. The intimacy of his cock brushing Sam’s had him on the edge, too. He reached around and toyed with Abigail’s clit. Her head fell back, and she went off with a scream.
“Fuck,” Sam cursed as his face contorted. He shook with the force of his orgasm.
Jack held Abigail’s hips and slammed into her. The lube made it easy to slide in, but it couldn’t mask her tight heat, and Jack let go. He pressed deep and flooded her ass with his cum. It seemed to go on forever, pleasure flowing through him. She sighed and fell forward, slumping onto Sam’s chest. She didn’t protest as he pulled out and rolled to the side.
“Up, you two.” Jack pulled the sheets and comforter back. Now she grumbled, but Sam had her under the covers wrapped in his arms. His partner was relaxed and peaceful as their wife snuggled against him. The tension that had been riding Sam for months seemed to have disappeared.
“Come to bed,” Sam requested with a soft smile on his face. “We don’t care if you wake us up because you’re restless. We just want you with us.”
Jack climbed in and slid his body alongside Abigail’s. Her head fell back against his chest, the weight comforting. His hands cupped her soft breasts. No matter what happened between him and Sam sexually, she would always be the one they cuddled afterward. He let his head rest against hers. It was time for some honesty with his lovers. “It’s more than restlessness. I have terrible dreams. I wake up in a panic sometimes. Hell, sometimes I don’t have to be asleep. Sometimes it comes over me when I’m awake.”
“PTSD.” Abigail reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Is that something you’re going to make me see a doctor for?” He’d been trying to avoid that. He knew Abby would make him do something.
Her eyes were sleepy but sympathetic. “Not a medical doctor. A shrink.”
He groaned. “That’s worse.”
“Man up, cowboy, because you’re going, and I don’t care if you spank me and tell me I’m…what did that awful man say I was doing?”
“Topping from the bottom, baby,” Sam supplied helpfully. “You do it all the time.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, well I just like the sex part. And Jack is going to see someone about his post-traumatic stress disorder. I’ll go with him.”
“I don’t see what the problem is.” Sam snuggled closer to Abigail. The bed was huge, but they weren’t taking up much of it. They were pressed together as though none of them wanted any space. Sam stared at him over her head. “I don’t think about that day the crazy lady tried to shoot Abby but got you instead. It was an awful day. When it does cross my mind, I turn it around and think about something nice, like Abby’s pussy. I take a deep breath and picture it in my mind. It’s my happy place.”
“Don’t you ever tell a psychiatrist that, Sam,” she said, laughing “She’ll have you in sex addict rehab.”
Sam shuddered at the thought. “I don’t want to be rehabbed. I’m only addicted to having sex with you and Jack. And Abby needs the Dom thing for more than sex. You told her she shouldn’t be so hard on herself when she thought she was fat and now she won’t eat.”
Abigail pushed at Sam. “Tattletale.”
Jack flipped her over. That was one thing they would have out here and now. “If I ever hear you talking that way again, Abigail Barnes, you will be lashed to a whipping chair so fast it will make your head spin. I’m sorry I’ve been neglectful but I won’t have you talk bad about something I love. And you will eat every bite I order for you tomorrow, is that understood?”
She nodded. Her eyes were soft and submissive. “Why is your brother here?”
He sighed inwardly. Her big doe eyes pulled him in every time. Leo was totally right about her, and he knew there wasn’t a thing he would do about it. He was crazy about her exactly the way she was. And he owed them both an honest explanation. “He’s here to blackmail me.”
Sam was half asleep. “Seriously? What’s he got on us?”
Jack stared at his lazy partner. He really should be more upset. “He’s promising to out me as his father’s love child, and then he intends to expose our ménage lifestyle.”
“That’s nice,” Sam said.
But Abigail sat straight up in bed. Her mouth was a perfect O. Jack felt his whole soul sink. She’d had to deal with a lot of contempt in her lifetime. He hated the fact that he might be the reason for more.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He would take care of this. He would make sure she wasn’t hurt.
“I’m going to be on television.” She nodded and her smile lit up the room. “I’m going to have to find something to wear.”
“What?”
Sam snorted, but his eyes stayed closed. “Neither one of us cares, Jack. Let him tell the world. We don’t give a shit.”
Abigail slapped him playfully. “I do. I’m totally going to be on all the talk shows as the woman in the middle of two cattlemen. Do you have any idea how big this story could be? Ménage is very hot right now. Everyone will want to interview me.”
Jack shook his head and reluctantly rolled out of bed. He wanted to stay with them, cuddle, and sleep. “Now I can’t let him tell our story because I don’t want to lose our wife to the talk show circuit.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “I’ll come back to bed, but I have something to do.”
She frowned at him. “It better have something to do with practicing, Jackson Barnes. You are not touching me with that whip until you’re comfortable with it again.”
He grinned. “I promise to practice, darlin’. You never know, you might like it. We might end up coming back here because you like coming in public. God, Sam, she was so freaking wet.”
Sam winked up at him. “She’s a pervert. That’s why we married her.”
Jack stared
down at them, completely heedless of his own nudity. The sight of them cuddled up in bed together warmed him. He wanted nothing more than to sleep close to them, but he needed to get some practice in. He had no intention of hurting either one of them. A thought suddenly leapt to mind. He needed to do some other prep work, too. He thought Abigail might like to help him on that piece of work.
“Sam—” Jack made his voice deep. Sam immediately responded. His eyes opened and he sat up, giving Jack his full attention. “You understand what’s going to happen tomorrow night?”
He nodded. “I’ve seen you work with a whip before. I’m not worried.”
“I was talking about the fact that I intend to fuck you tomorrow night.”
Sam’s face flushed, and Jack was pretty sure he’d just gone hard again. He concealed a smile. Getting Sam hot was as fun as watching Abigail writhe. Sam took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“You need to be ready.”
Sam’s slow smile did something to his insides. Maybe Sam wasn’t the only one getting hot. “I’m ready.”
Jack shook his head. “No, you’re not. You know I don’t ever take a lover anally without careful preparation.”
Abigail was the first to realize what he was saying. Her lovely face went blank, and then an expression that could only be described as great joy swept over her. She clapped her hands. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this day? Can I pick it out? I think I should be the one to do it.”
Sam’s face was a mask of horror. “Jack, you can’t be serious. Come on, I can take it. I don’t need to walk around for hours with a plug up my ass.”
He shook his head as he walked out the door. He needed to get dressed. “You will. I won’t treat you any differently than I treated our wife. I love you, Sam. I won’t have you hurt. Abigail, you’re in charge of that. I’ve got to go practice.”
Jack got dressed, laughing as his lovers argued over whether Sam’s plug would be pink.
Chapter Eleven
Lucas Cameron looked out over the bar area and wondered where the hell he’d gone so wrong. Maybe that Taggart guy hadn’t been such an asshole. Maybe he should have turned the whole thing into a family reunion, although he kind of thought Jack Barnes still wouldn’t have been happy to see him.
All around him people in very little clothing partied on, but he couldn’t work up the will to care. He found a quiet corner with a couple of seats and a large table. He slumped down into one of the overstuffed chairs and sighed.
He’d gone wrong by being born.
He’d never been able to do anything right, certainly not in the eyes of his father. By the time he was in kindergarten, he’d been compared to his smarter siblings and disregarded as a nuisance. Over the course of his twenty-three years, he’d managed to get himself kicked out of ten boarding schools and three colleges. Each time his father had sent one of his lackeys to make sure he made it to the next school on the list. He’d simply pack up and move without ever going home. It had become a bit of a game to Lucas. Could he come up with something so awful his father would have to bring him back to DC to handle it?
It wasn’t until he’d threatened to out his father’s love child that Senator Allen Cameron had given him a personal call. Lucas had become a little desperate. After finally making it through a complete four-year degree, he was burning through his trust fund at an alarming rate. He hadn’t meant to. It just happened. He’d come into it at twenty-one. He’d thought ten million would last a lot longer than it had. Getting involved with the Hollywood crowd had gotten him a lot of publicity, but it had come at a cost. He was going to lose that amazing house in the Hollywood Hills if he didn’t come up with some money and soon.
He’d really thought Jack Barnes would cave. From everything he knew, Barnes was a private man. He’d blackmailed their father, but the money he’d made after that was his own. Barnes was filthy rich. He had money to spare. Why would he want to out himself as a complete pervert?
And there was no doubt that his big brother was a perv. He’d spanked his wife and then finger fucked her in public. What kind of a man did that? Lucas was almost sure that the hot, blond guy who’d been kneeling was doing big brother, too. Those two were amazing. The redhead was curvy and soft. Lucas liked her tits and the creamy glow of her skin. The guy was sex on a stick.
He was terribly jealous of Jackson Barnes. He should hate the fucker after that extra scene he’d played out. His throat still hurt from the way Barnes had lifted him up like he’d weighed nothing at all.
And yet, he would like to sit down and talk to him. The big cowboy didn’t seem to struggle with the fact that he liked both men and women. Lucas had been struggling with it his whole life. He’d get in a relationship with a female, and after a while he’d need a man. It was wrong to want both, his father had told him. He’d slapped the shit out of him the first time Lucas had been caught in bed with the gardener’s son. It had been the last time he got to come home for the summer. Lucas had been seventeen, and he could still remember the way that felt.
He shook his head and groaned. His hair was in his eyes again. He shoved it back. Why was he such an idiot? He did look like a douchebag. He needed to be honest with himself. Why had he come here? He’d come because he wanted to meet his brother. He’d come because he wanted to see if one person in his family line might find anything to like in him. How had he gone about it? He’d attempted to blackmail the man.
He thought of how satisfied his brother had seemed when he’d walked through the bar thirty minutes before. He’d been dressed in the same slacks and shirt from earlier, but he’d ditched the tie and jacket. The shirt was slightly wrinkled, likely because it had hit the floor at some point in time. Jack had looked more relaxed and happier than he had before, as though something had fallen blissfully into place. Of course, he’d paid no attention to Lucas, who watched him walk into the other part of the club.
Now Lucas had found someone who he might have been able to talk to, but instead of talking, Barnes threatened him with horrible murder. Barnes would do it, too. How could he tell the man he never would have gone through with his blackmail threats? Did he admit how pathetic he was in his quest for any sort of father figure?
“Hello,” a soft voice said.
He glanced up into brown eyes. The young man was slender, but there was a pleasing strength in his frame. “Hi.”
The young man was dressed in leather pants. There was a small leather collar around his throat. Lucas wasn’t sure what that meant, though he’d heard Julian talking about it with his brother. His brother wasn’t allowed to bring his subs back in without collars. Lucas had touched his throat and wondered what it would feel like to wear one.
“I’m Jeremy.” The young man with dark hair and sultry eyes sank down across from Lucas, gracefully placing two drinks on the table. He slid one across to rest in front of Lucas. “Rum and coke. It’s my favorite. You looked like you could use it.”
He picked up the glass. He wasn’t going to mention to the man that he rarely touched the stuff, despite what the tabloids said. He had a reputation to uphold. He’d done a lot to cultivate and maintain his reputation as a pure hedonist. He took a sip. It wasn’t bad. It was way better than the crap his brother drank.
Lucas smiled at the hot guy sitting across from him. Maybe the night wasn’t a total loss. It would be nice to sleep with someone. He hated to sleep alone. He didn’t like to think about all the stuff he’d done just so he could feel warm skin next to his. Drinking with a guy was an easy thing to do if it meant he spent the night in someone’s arms.
Jeremy smiled as Lucas took a deep drink. That was a sexy smile. Yes, not a total loss at all.
* * * *
Jack flicked his wrist and the whip cracked, the sound splitting the air around him. Suddenly everyone in the dungeon was watching the man with the four-foot whip. The balloon he’d been aiming at popped, leaving the rest clustered around it completely untouched.
“You always wer
e a master with that thing,” Julian said approvingly.
He stared back at his mentor and shook his head. He reset the whip on the ground behind him and prepared for an overhand throw. There was no need to worry about the speed of his throw. He concentrated on making sure his form was flawless. Everything flowed perfectly when the form was right. “I didn’t intend to use it again.”
Julian shrugged. “Talk to your naughty subs. You could refuse. You haven’t been back to The Club in a long while. You haven’t been down here in the dungeon in years.”
“I visit. Sam and I spend time here.” Jack turned to his target practice. The rhythm was coming back to him. He’d done this a thousand times. It was an easy rhythm to fall into. He let his arm flow, the whip an extension of his body. There was a comfort to letting his instincts lead him, but then hadn’t that been the theme of the whole night?
“You went to the bar to pick up a female,” Julian pointed out. “You rarely went into the playroom, and you never came down to the dungeon after you left my employ. I wondered why that was.”
He turned to his mentor. A mellow happiness flowed through his system. He was even looking forward to tomorrow. He had plans for his lovers. They were going to understand the limits of his indulgence tomorrow morning. It brought a curl to his lips and honesty to his mouth. “I was afraid I would lose Sam. He’s a sub and has a little streak of masochism in him.”
“A little?”
He couldn’t lie to Julian. Julian had seen the same things in Sam that Jack had. “Fine, a lot of masochism in him. I wasn’t ready to be responsible for that. I was afraid he would find someone else. It was selfish, but it’s the truth.”
“And now?”
“I’ll take care of Sam, Julian.” He needed to ensure that his mentor truly understood. Julian truly cared about Sam. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. He’ll get what he needs.”
Julian’s dark eyes were a bit sad as he crossed his arms. Sally sat quietly at his feet. Julian’s hand came out and gently tangled in her hair. “I’m glad for him. I’m glad for you as well, Jackson. You’ll be happier this way. Is your wife fine with the new arrangement?”