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.”