Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Still tasting Dean’s and KC’s come on my tongue, I returned to the entryway, and it was like a déjà vu. The door to the bathroom was ajar, and I heard voices.
“Why are you giving me attitude?” Kingsley pressed. “You’re the one who’s always saying it’s important to exfoliate.”
My eyebrows flew up, and I poked my head into the bathroom, squinting at the harsh lighting.
Oh wow. Oh hell.
“That’s not what you’re doing, Master,” Tate groaned. “Ouch, fuck. Ouch!”
Jack was standing to the side, watching, as Kingsley…did something. What on earth was he… Oh, it was one of those exfoliating gloves or whatever they were called. He was wearing one, and he had Tate bent over for him in the shower.
I’d never seen Tate’s ass so red.
He whimpered and tried fruitlessly to dig his fingers into the tiles. “Please, Master, I told you I was sorry!”
Kingsley didn’t answer right away. He was busy forcefully rubbing the glove against his boy’s ass cheeks.
Jack looked up and spotted me, and he sent me a careful little smirk. “Hey, you.”
I cleared my throat and moved closer to him, needing. Needing, needing, needing. We’d spent too much time apart tonight.
I slipped my hand into his. “I missed you,” I said quietly.
“Thank fuck.” He blew out a breath and looked very relieved, and then he hugged me tightly. “You don’t know how badly I needed to hear that.”
Well, he didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that. I barely knew myself, but all of a sudden, relief flooded me too, and I squeezed him to me.
To the sound of Tate hissing and crying out in pain, I just stood there and hugged Jack as hard as I could. Clearly, we were both discovering new things about each other and, more importantly, ourselves tonight. For instance, maybe we didn’t play separately so much.
“Stop complaining,” Kingsley grated out. “I’m trying to fucking help you exfoliate.”
Jack chuckled and peered up at me. “He’s a genius.”
I smiled ruefully and touched his cheek. “He claims everything can be a weapon.”
Jack shrugged. “He’s kinda right.”
Hmpf.
Wanting a moment alone with my boy, I tugged at his hand and left the bathroom. Near the service elevator, we could have a semblance of privacy. Not to mention genuine intimacy. I hugged him to me again and dipped down and kissed him.
But as soon as our tongues touched, he went “Urgh” and leaned back to cock a brow at me. “You fucking whore—I can taste another man’s come on you.”
“Two men.” I smirked. “You have yourself to blame.” I wasn’t falling for his bit now. Instead, I pressed him up against the cold elevator doors and kissed him harder. Deeper. With more tongue. “You fucked Macklin twice.”
He hummed and unfastened my towel. Shit, it was quite nippy here. Meanwhile, Jack was wearing pants.
“Macklin’s safe, baby.”
Oh, I knew that. My jealousy was skin-deep and harmless. “I know.” I kissed him softly, once, twice, three times. “But it looks like you aren’t the only one who can get possessive. You’re mine, Jackson.”
The most gorgeous smile lit up his face. “I am.”
I smiled back, feeling so much more at ease. And—
“Fuck—sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb.”
That voice. Macklin.
“Speak of the devil,” Jack drawled.
I threw a frown over my shoulder and spotted Macklin. He was as naked as I was.
“If it isn’t the slut who bends over for my boy whenever I’m not looking,” I muttered.
Macklin was surprised at first, though he recovered quickly and offered a dopey fucking smile. “Gorgeous, I’ll bend over for him right in front of you too.” He had the audacity to walk closer, and my traitorous stare betrayed me by gawking. “Just like I would bend over for you.”
Heavens.
The boy was utterly shameless.
I watched, dumbfounded, as he slipped between Jack and me and reached up to kiss me.
Jack cleared his throat. “Uncle Franklin, meet Macklin—the original whore.”
Screw them both for messing with my head. I couldn’t focus. I flicked a glance at Jack, but my tongue was currently sliding slowly around Macklin’s, and maybe I wasn’t as miffed with him anymore. I was too damn easy. And how he pressed himself up against me, how he twisted his fingers into my hair, and then…how he dropped to his knees before me.
I hauled in a breath and gripped Jack’s shoulder.
“Suck my Daddy’s cock,” Jack ordered quietly. “Make it good. He deserves the best.”
“Gladly.” Macklin didn’t look away for a second as he sucked my cock into his mouth, immediately hollowing out his cheeks.
I groaned under my breath, getting hard again embarrassingly quickly.
I supposed I could shower later.
I actually needed the shower ten minutes later, because I was freaking cold.
The hot water warmed me up as much as the affection of Jack, Tate, and Kingsley did. It was a stolen moment for just the four of us, and we huddled close under the hot spray and washed each other lazily.