“Damn it, Madden—”
“Okay,” the short man, Madden apparently, said and clapped his hands. “I have not had a road trip in forever! How did you know I needed one? Did you know they have a restaurant here that serves not one, butthreekinds of gravy fries?”
The man with Madden stuck his head in the room to scan his gaze around with a curious frown, but there was no way any more people would fit in here, and I was beginning to feel in need of air.
Madden patted the man’s head. “This stud’s with me. Come on, I’m here to spring you, Logan. They can’t fucking keep you with a shoddy temp PFA from a grifter. I’d love to see how that works out in court. Let’s move, move, move, boys! And lady,” he said to my mother with a bright smile. He clapped his hands at us, though, and Jake, the only one still sitting, jumped to his feet. My brother looked so miserable I stepped forward and hugged him.
As he wrapped his solid arms around me, I realized I didn’t remember the last time we’d done this. We might have been kids, and that was fucking sad. I tightened my arms around him.
“I’ll miss you. Visit, please?”
He nodded, and his thin smile wobbled toward a frown. “Be careful. Call me if you need help. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I won’t make that mistake again.”
I patted his back, and we couldn’t look each other in the eye when I stepped away because touching each other was just too weird, but the air felt lighter. I chuckled as Madden, who I assumed was my lawyer, continued to talk nonstop about singing clowns as he led us toward the front of the police station, the topic of which appeared to have popped into his head out of nowhere.
Jake took one of my hands, and my mother grabbed the other with a wobbly smile. For the first time in nearly a year I could take a deep breath without feeling like something bad might be right around the corner. It was fantastic. Declan ran his hand over the back of my head, and I smiled over my shoulder at him. And these men were amazing, too.
They were my everything.
Epilogue
Logan
My cock ached,and I was so hard I could barely make myself concentrate on anything else as I fiddled with my laptop, then hit Record. I stroked myself and took a deep breath while I glanced at Jake. His tattoos were mesmerizing splashes of color on his skin. His ankles were over Declan’s strong shoulders, and his face was twisted in ecstasy in a way that reminded me of that first night I’d watched Declan fuck him. My entire world had been rocked then, and I was still firmly snared by the sex magic they wove together.
Declan bit Jake’s bottom lip and tugged it as he picked up his pace. I never knew exactly what I wanted when I was watching them do this. Jake to fuck me? Declan to fuck me? Did I want to fuck Jake? There was a seemingly endless variety of choices—I wanted them all. Even better, I could have them… maybe not right this second, but the options were endless. I gave myself a squeeze and sighed happily. Declan turned and noticed me watching them. A wide smile spread across his face as he pegged Jake with a hard thrust. Jake gasped, and Declan slapped his hand over his mouth.
As Declan flexed his firm grip on Jake’s hips, Jake’s body bowed and he shoved his ass harder toward Declan’s cock, and they writhed together. My gut clenched and ran hot.
“I missed you all weekend,” I said, my voice wrecked with the need to fuck. “I hate it when you’re out of town, sweetheart. I need you.” Declan worked his hips faster and tossed back his head. I hit the Pause button, then waited until Jake cracked his eyes and turned toward me.
“Keep going,” Jake begged from underneath Declan’s hand, and rocked his body with a frenzy that only happened when I was talking to him. It was beautiful and made me feel so important—special.
“Don’t forget, you have to be quiet while I’m recording. No sounds.”
Declan chuckled, low and evil, and Jake whimpered, just the way I loved. My cock throbbed, and I gave myself a firm stroke that Jake’s quick gaze followed. Declan licked his lips. Part of me wanted to abandon the project, but it was too good of an idea, and a perfect gift for Jake to thank him for how brave—yes, stupid, but stillbrave—he’d been to run off and confront Miranda. Declan, too. No one had ever defended me like they had.
With gratefulness making my chest light, I pressed Record. “I think about you every second we’re not together. How happy you make me. How much I need you in my ass, in my mouth. How much you… well, you know how you like to have me. I don’t have to tell you how much you like fucking me. Making love to me.”
Declan bucked faster and grunted. Sweat gleamed on his skin and I wanted to lick it from him.
“I love you so much. I love both of you so much.”
Declan slammed his hips hard against Jake’s ass, growling. I laughed as Declan rutted there and made beautiful faces that were almost pained. Jake whimpered and began to jerk off, but Declan grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“Please,” Jake moaned out. “Fuck, I ruined it. I screwed up the recording.”
“No,” I said and crawled across the bed toward him as Declan moved. Jake swore at the quick loss of Declan’s cock, but he was softening. I loved looking at him anyway—hard, soft, and anywhere in between. Jake’s cock was red and needy, just fucking perfect. The tip gleamed with his precum, and the memory of his taste made me harder. “I’m going to leave it recording so you can hear us both fucking you, whenever you want. Remember what it feels like to have us both use you.” Jake nodded and his mouth fell open as he gasped for air, almost as if the thought of something like that was too much for him to handle. Declan picked up the lube. I held out my hand, but he only shook his head with a grin and squirted some into his palm. I moaned as he slicked my cock and couldn’t stop myself from fucking his fist.
Jake licked his lips and nodded, spreading his legs for me. “Please, Logan. I need it. I need you.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. Declan gave me a small kiss, and then I crawled to Jake and grabbed his thighs. He was wrecked, and while he muttered “fuck me,” he seemed too out of it to do more than tilt his ass in the air for me. His asshole was already a little bit loosened, and I loved that Declan’s cum oozed from him. I used the tip of my cock to push the spunk back into his hole. He nodded and whined, and Declan slapped my ass.
“Get him,” he said, almost like he was on the ice.
Jake let out a wheezy chuckle that turned into a desperate moan as I fucked into him in one smooth motion. The perfect heat and squeeze of his body had tingles racing through my stomach, and my cockhead gave a nearly painful throb. He wrapped his legs around my waist and held me tight. Jake was so close from Declan fucking him that I had barely pounded into him before he yelled and wrapped his arms tight around my shoulders. His legs locked on my waist, and he met each of my thrusts with all his strength.
His hot cum painted my stomach, and I kept fucking him because I was nearly there myself from watching them go at it. Declan sucked a kiss onto the back of my neck. Pleasure streaked from the spot through my chest to my gut, and I froze, buried myself in Jake, and floated as the white-hot release of orgasm flooded my body—sharp and perfect.
