31. Zack

"You're going to do me a favor."

I snorted at Sean's statement while giving myself some privacy by hiding in the supply closet to take his call. No other volunteers at the shelter knew what I did for a living, and I preferred to keep it that way. "You still owe me for covering you for Valentine's Day when Drake got called to New York." I reminded Sean of what had gone down back in February.

Drake had been booked both nights that weekend, but I'd agreed to fill in for him. Good thing I had. He'd ended up reconnecting with his stepbrother while stuck in a broken elevator, and now the two of them planned on having a white picket fence and a dozen kids.

Crazy, but to each their own.

"This is actually me repaying you."

I barked a laugh that sounded muffled in the tiny room I'd hidden in. "How the fuck does that work?"

"Trust me just this once?"

My smile faded, and I inhaled the scent of cleaning chemicals deep into my lungs. "Yes."

"Sweet. Got a pen handy?"

"Nope."

"I'll text you the hotel name and room number."

My eyelids slammed shut at what he wanted from me. "Sean…"

"Listen—I know trust doesn't come easy for you, but I've got your back in this one-hundred percent. I would never steer you wrong."

The breakfast sandwich I'd grabbed before heading in to volunteer for the day churned in my guts. But Sean repaying me by asking me to hook up with a client…it had to be a positive thing, right?

Maybe he thought meeting with Jamie would be a good idea?—

"There aren't any files to look through, no NDAs to sign this time around," Sean informed me, cutting my thoughts on clients off.

"Okay…" I drew out the word, waiting for him to fill me in.

"I gotta run, but I'll shoot the info over right away." Sean hung up before I could push for more information.

Lips pursed, I shoved my cell back in my pocket and strode from the closest. A few dozen people lingered at the cafeteria tables, and I forced myself to stop and chat with a handful on my way toward the kitchen to help with cleanup.

I'd taken that time off Sean had insisted on, relieved to have my name removed from Elite's list of available escorts. It had seemed the right thing to do, and I had enough money in the bank to extend my break for months if that's what I decided on.

Volunteering and hanging out at Humanity House still fulfilled me, gave me a sense of purpose I would be lacking otherwise. The gym had become yet another home, when before, it'd been a means to an end of keeping my body in prime condition. I'd challenged myself to lower my walls a bit and be more friendly. Maybe make some friends outside Elite.

I stewed over Sean's text that informed me I had a night of luxury ahead of me. The booked suite lay on the top floor of Boston's most lavish hotel that offered a gorgeous view of both the city and the ocean.

Only a handful of clients over the years had been able to afford similar lodgings.

Regardless of my lack of desire for sex, I thoroughly cleaned myself, trimmed, and shaved areas I'd ignored since my vacation in hell.

Who was I joking?

Being with Landon and Callum had been nothing but heaven. Even the ache over missing them, the desire to seek them out I ignored due to continued fear, was addictive as fuck. Who knew being in love could hurt so good?

A room key had been left at the front desk, but I hesitated before entering the suite.

Trust.

A word that was the bane of my existence. But Sean had my back before. He'd believed me, never once questioned what had taken place with the client who'd tried to extort Elite all those months ago.

Sean had proven himself to me time and again.

I entered the room, a quick glance around the sitting area revealing the absence of a client. Slipping off my shoes, I set the key aside. Rather than voicing a greeting, I made my way farther into the room, a cursory glance noting the buildings beyond the windows backlit by the setting sun.

The bedroom door was left open.

I stepped through, halting at the sight before me that caught my breath. My heart stuttered then raced as adrenaline rushed through my system.

Callum and Landon sat propped against the headboard of the king-sized bed, both in lounge pants and T-shirts. Amber and sea-like gazes both studied me with clear uncertainty, same as when I'd left them in paradise almost two months ago.

And the love…

Jesus fucking Christ, the desire spanning the distance between us made my goddamn eyes well up. That flimsy foil I'd clung to as a shield around my heart crumpled as Callum held his hand out in a silent request to join them.

What made me think I could possibly get through the rest of my life without these men beside me? I knew I'd been miserable since returning from that tropical paradise, but I hadn't recognized how truly lonely and heartbroken I'd actually been until I saw them face-to-face.

I might have trust issues and get triggered on occasion, but goddamnit, I wanted to be happy. Loved. Taken care of when I was the needy one.

Still, I instinctively hesitated from openly submitting to Callum's encouragement to simply let go and allow them to give me what I hungered for.

"Lose the clothes," I whispered, my words no more than a rasped command.

Both kept their focus on me while doing as told. With every soft whisper of first shirts then pants to hit the floor, my dick swelled at the sight. Their golden tans hadn't faded, their gorgeously muscled bodies were tensed, their dicks hard.

Muttering a curse, I rubbed over my bulge, devouring first Landon then Callum with my eyes. The sheets beneath them remained unruffled, evidence they'd waited for me.

Landon's balls were already drawn up tight. Callum's slit leaked, a droplet sliding down along his stiff length making my mouth water.

"Zack—please." Landon was the one to break the heavy silence among us, and my name on his lips caused a shudder to ripple through me, setting my mind on the only course available to me, exactly as my heart yearned for.

I tore my shirt off overhead. Shoved down my slacks.

Climbing onto the mattress, I glanced between the two of them. Who to touch first? Which mouth to delve my tongue into and taste? How to ravage them both, sate my hunger for what I hadn't truly realized I'd missed as desperately as I had?

My hesitation made them reach for me, but Callum had the longer arms, and he grabbed hold of me and yanked me forward. He settled me on my side facing him rather than Landon like I'd expected.

I swallowed hard. "So what?—"

Landon slapped his hand over my mouth from behind while getting all up in my space from shoulders to toes. His hard dick poked at my ass even though he wouldn't ever want to penetrate me. His heartbeat thundered against my back. "Sex first because we've missed you too much," he whispered hot against my ear. "Talking can come later."

I eyed Callum and his pupil-blown orbs. "You haven't been taking care of this needy boy?"

"Our needy boy," he corrected me, his tone firm.

My chest ached with sweet relief, and that sense of rightness I'd felt with them settled fully into place.

This was where I belonged. These men were the home I'd never truly experienced before. They were acceptance and love, support and comfort.

"I want you, Callum," I murmured, running a fingertip over his lower lip. "Need you to take care of me. Fill me up. Flood me with your cum."

Landon cursed from behind me, quickly grabbing hold of his dick.

Callum simply stared into my eyes, his own open and vulnerable as fuck. We shared a moment of silence, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he remembered our conversation and me begging him to not ask for more than I could give him.

And here I held my heart out in my hands, willing to submit to the nurturing he craved to lavish on me.

"Nothing between us?" he asked quietly, searching my face.

"I trust you."

He swallowed hard, his eyes growing damp. "Roll over."

I did as told, my heart racing and skin on fire.

My gaze met amber gems as tempting as whiskey to a parched throat.

"This okay with you?" I asked quietly while Callum slid his hands over my back as though worshiping my skin.

"More than." Landon breathed his response, pulling my top leg over his so our dicks pressed tightly together.

"Fuck, baby," I croaked, taking his face in my hands. "You're so damn beautiful."

"No more talking—let us love on you."

I nodded, and we met halfway, our lips hungry yet tender, the same as the palms on my ass cheeks.

Callum kissed over my shoulders, down my spine, and tongued my twin dimples at the base of my back.

I frotted against Landon's stiff length even though I wanted to arch toward Callum's warm mouth.

He spread me wide and lapped over my hole.

Groaning, I fucked my tongue along Landon's. Desperation dictated my actions and stirred my blood into a frenzy. "Callum. Fuck." I gulped a few sips of oxygen and dove into Landon's sweetness in a desperate frenzy to devour his mouth.

He wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking in time with Callum's tongue breaching my hole. All three of us sucked and nibbled on the flesh before us, partaking in a feast that promised fulfillment of our hunger.

"Need your dick, Callum," I begged, the emptiness inside me more than I could bear.

Cool, slick fingers pushed into my hole, and I moaned, pressing toward him, seeking relief.

Landon shifted down on the bed so both men lay nearer to my groin.

Callum finger-fucked my ass, readying me to take him. Landon latched onto my dick like it was a lollipop, his appreciative noises over my taste making my balls firm.

Teeth gritted, I took my pleasure in their combined touch but refused myself release.

"Callum," I grunted his name as he worked a fourth finger into my body. "I'm good—please."

He shifted behind me, the heat of his chest against my back. "You're sure?"

"Yes. Please."

Blunt flesh pressed against my pucker, and I pushed onto his length, hissing as he breached my body. I'd never fucked without protection. Not once. But my first time with Callum felt like the right moment to give myself fully to a man.

He and Landon weren't just a couple of random guys using my dick and hole. They belonged to me, and I to them—but like Landon had said, we could discuss that later. I needed to be one with them, get lost in sensation that would lead to satisfaction. I yearned for that sense of belonging I'd experienced on the island without even truly recognizing it until I'd left them behind.

Callum burrowed fully inside my body and stilled, giving me time to grow accustomed to being stretched open and stuffed full. "Okay?" he murmured against my nape, and I groaned an affirmative as Landon sucked me deep into his throat.

"Not going to last," I muttered through teeth still gritted tightly together. These men…

Callum patted Landon's head, and our lover popped off my dick.

He peered up at us, the golden light of his eyes overrun by black pupils.

"Turn around, baby," Callum said. "Let Zack have your greedy little hole I haven't been able to satisfy on my own."

Landon flipped around quick as fuck, and both of us chuckled.

I tugged him closer as he nestled his fine ass against my spit-soaked cock. "Lube?"

"I'm already stretched and wet for you, Zack. Just hold still and let me fuck myself with your dick."

"Jesus." I gulped as he did just that, filling himself with one backward slam of his hips. "Fuck!" I grabbed hold of his waist, keeping him still, the heat and silkiness of his insides grasping at my bare cock making my eyes roll back into my head.

I'd never fucked without a condom. Hadn't trusted anyone before these two men. I'd also never been in the middle like this, being loved on from both sides. Had never experienced the pleasure my two lovers gave me. Divine didn't begin to describe how perfect we were, connected not just in body but in soul.

It was one hell of a spiritual high—addictive as fuck. My new favorite place to be.

"Let us make you feel good, Zack," Callum stated, snaking his arms around me.

Landon twisted his torso, reaching out to grasp the back of my head.

I gave him my mouth as Callum's latched onto my shoulder.

We moved in our shared need, eventually finding a rhythm that made pure pleasure tingle up and down my spine. I'd expected to blow my load within seconds, but I fought off my release, desperate to stay in the perfect moment with them.

Lube made a slick mess between us, but we clutched each other close, three bodies attempting to morph into one. That foil had been ripped away, and I no longer wished to hide. I'd never felt as close with someone as in that moment, physically plastered together and yet emotionally attached on a deeper level than I'd ever imagined possible.

A well of happiness and satisfaction rose up inside me, overflowing until I had no choice but to let go.

My cum flooded Landon's ass, his ring clamping on my base a heartbeat later as he spilled onto the sheets, his sweet whimper while coming music to my ears.

"Ah fuck," Callum groaned against my neck, his entire body going tense behind me as his shaft bucked inside my hole. "Zack—Jesus."

Hands grasping sweat-slickened skin, we came together, spurts of seed then aftershocks wracking through us. Too soon, we relaxed, our exhales heavy, and I found myself grinning like a goddamned loon.