BONUS SCENE

Jaxon

I glanced down at the wedding ring on my finger, the sun glinting off the tiny diamonds encrusted in the band. I hadn’t thought I’d like the ring, but when Eros urged me to put it on, I’d kind of liked it. I really liked that everyone who looked at me now knew I was taken. That I was married. So what if it wasn’t by law? I belonged to Eros and Zeppelin, and that was all that mattered to me. Our commitment ceremony was as important to us as a legally binding marriage certificate would have been.

Besides, I’d already been married once. It didn’t bother me to not be legally wed again.

“Why did we have to take this vacation in the fucking mountains?” Zeppelin griped from the backseat. “I’m starving. How is there not a McDonalds or something along the way? Why are small towns still stuck in ancient civilization?”

I snickered. “We’re not far out,” I assured him, glancing at the GPS. Eros palmed my thigh, gently squeezing, and my cock took immediate notice. I hadn’t been able to touch either of them all fucking day since we’d been driving since five A.M., and I was getting desperate. Normally, I received or gave morning sex when they began getting ready for work, but shit, I hadn’t even gotten a hand job this morning.

Zeppelin leaned forward between the seats to look at my phone, where the GPS was pulled up. His fingers brushed my shoulder as he gripped my seat. A long groan sounded from his throat before he dramatically flopped back. “An hour,” he whined. “A whole fucking hour. I’m going to wither away and die by then.”

Eros turned in his seat to look at our husband. “Can you stop being an overdramatic baby?”

“I’m not a baby,” Zeppelin griped. “That would make you a pedophile, which is just not my thing.”

I barked out a laugh, my shoulders shaking. Eros looked torn between being amused and being annoyed. Zeppelin kept him in that constant state, but I knew Eros adored the ground Zeppelin walked on. He was definitely something else, but he never failed to make us smile.

To make us happy.

Neither of us could picture our lives without him.

I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable, taking note of the sign for the next town. “Might be a gas station up ahead,” I told Zeppelin. “You can probably find some fried chicken or something. Those mom-and-pop stores usually have hot food.”

“I’ll take anything,” Zeppelin groaned. “I just need sustenance.”

I quietly laughed and began slowing down as I entered the town, heading for the gas station I could see just up ahead.

The car smelled like fried chicken by the time we made it up to the cabin, but Zeppelin had stopped complaining and had even dozed off for the last twenty minutes of the trip. He woke up when I rolled to a stop in front of the cabin he and Eros had paid for. We were here for a week, and while a blizzard was predicted, we weren’t too worried. Zeppelin had paid a hell of a lot of money for firewood to be stock-piled on the covered, screened-in porch, and we’d brought enough canned goods to feed a small army in case we lost power.

I honestly wouldn’t mind if we did. A few nights cuddled up with my husbands in front of a warm fire, our naked bodies sliding together, would be fucking blissful.

“Shit,” Zeppelin mumbled around a yawn as he stretched, his shoulders popping with the move. “How long was I asleep?”

“About twenty minutes,” Eros told him as we opened our car doors to get out. I was only wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, and the cold bit into my skin through the thin cotton as I stepped out of the warm car. I shivered before striding to the back of the SUV and opening the hatch. Zeppelin appeared beside me, reaching in to grab the three tote bags we’d filled with things like ravioli, beefaroni, potted meat, etc. There was an assortment of goods in there, but we’d bought some meat along too for the days we kept power.

I reached in to grab the suitcase with our clothes, but Eros bumped me out of the way with his hip, shooting me a small smile. “Go on inside. Zep and I have got this.”

I sighed but stepped out of his way. “You know, it’s your honeymoon, too,” I reminded him.

He chuckled and pulled the suitcase out before pressing his hand to my lower back, leading me into the cabin. “I know, but we want to spoil you. Let us.”

“Yeah, and you’re getting too old to be picking up heavy shit,” Zeppelin teased as he met us on the porch, clearly overhearing Eros. “Don’t want to throw your back out, old man.”

I scowled at him. “You need to stop hanging out with Logan so much.”

He cackled as he bounded down the steps, heading to the SUV to get the rest of our things. “I like how frustrated you get when I tease you,” he called over his shoulder. “Makes the sex that much hotter.”

Fuck, he could not mention sex right now and expect me to keep my wits about me.

“Speaking of sex,” Eros murmured, letting the suitcase roll into the small, open kitchen as he gripped my hips, backing me toward the bed in the corner, “I think we owe you some good fucking, huh? I can tell you’ve been a bit grumpy since we threw your morning routine out of order.”

My cheeks flushed, and my dick swelled, tenting the front of my sweats. Eros hummed and stroked me over the soft material, making me moan as my eyes fluttered shut. The back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress, and I sank onto the soft bed, need for my men swelling in my gut.

“Fuck, I love that look you get in your eyes when you want me inside of you,” Eros growled, his fingers gripping my chin and tilting my head back. A soft sound crawled up my throat when he kissed me, thrusting his tongue between my parted lips. Calloused palms slid under my shirt as Zeppelin eased it and my hoodie up my torso. I had no idea when he’d joined the party, but I was glad he was there now.

Eros pulled back long enough for them to lift the items over my head, and then they were both on me, Eros kissing me hot and hungrily while Zeppelin ran his mouth over my body, sucking and biting at my skin. I was so lost in them, stuck in a lust-induced haze that I could barely feel the cold temperature of the cabin on my overheated skin.

All I knew in that moment was that they felt so fucking good. Too good. And I never wanted them to stop.

“Look how needy he fucking gets,” Zeppelin growled. He moved, then gently pushed me to lay back on the bed. He gripped Eros’s hair before pulling his head back to give him a dirty kiss that made me moan as I watched. “Did you prep like I told you to?” Zep asked him.

Eros nodded, his lips wet and kiss-swollen. Zeppelin kissed him again, licking into his mouth before he released him. “Good. Get on his cock, baby.”

Eros didn’t waste a beat. He stripped out of his clothes in record time before gripping the hem of my sweats and tugging them down my legs as Zeppelin made quick work of my socks and shoes. Once I was naked, Eros climbed on top of me, straddling my hips before he leaned down and kissed me just as dirtily as Zeppelin had kissed him.

My mind went all hazy.

“I can’t wait to feel you stretching me out with your thick cock,” Eros rasped as he leaned up, reaching behind him to grip the base of my throbbing shaft. A choked sound ripped from my throat as he slowly eased himself down on me. He was wet and slick, and my cock slid easily inside of his tight hole.

“Fuuuuck,” I moaned, my back arching as I struggled not to pump my hips and thrust the rest of the way inside. My hands gripped his hips, my fingertips pressing roughly into his skin. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So hot and wet. Christ.”

“F-fuuuck,” Eros whimpered once I was fully seated inside of him. He looked over his shoulder at Zeppelin, his fingers pressing into my chest. “Now,” he panted. “Please.”

Zeppelin, having already gotten naked while Eros worked me inside of him, gripped my thighs and pushed them back, opening me up for him. He pressed two fingers into me, a harsh noise of surprise sounding from his chest when he found me already prepped and ready for him. “God, you’re such a slut for it, aren’t you, Jax baby?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine. “When’d you do this?”

“Last time we stopped.” I moaned when his fingers brushed over that tiny bundle of nerves inside of me. When I’d slipped off to the bathroom, I’d done the quickest stretching and lubing of my hole I’d ever done so he and Eros wouldn’t figure out what I was doing. It’d been a bit painful but so fucking worth it. “Fuck, stop teasing me,” I panted. “I’m ready. Please fuck me. Please.”

“I can’t get enough of how wrecked you sound when you beg,” he growled as his fingers left my body. I made a small sound of protest at the empty feeling, but it didn’t last long. Zeppelin pressed the tip of his cock to my opening, and I bore down, easily accepting him into my body. “God. I love how easily your body accepts me,” Zeppelin growled. “Like it was made for me. For us.”

Gripping my thighs, he began fucking me, his hips slapping against my ass with each brutal thrust. Eros began moving his hips, riding me in time with Zeppelin’s thrusts. All I could do was lay there, babbling nonsense. I didn’t know what I was saying. All I knew was that if they stopped before I came, I might have started fucking crying.

“I’m—fuuuuck!” I shouted, my thighs seizing, my muscles locking up as I came, spilling into Eros’s tight ass. My fingers twisted in the bedsheets, the breath stalling in my lungs. Nothing was working, and I couldn’t hear through the ringing in my ears. Something wet splattered over my abs, and then Eros was cupping my face and peppering kisses to my skin.

“Come back to me, baby. Come back to us. Come on. Easy. Breathe,” he coaxed, his words soft as he pressed them into my skin.

I sucked in a sharp breath just as Zeppelin moaned and spilled inside of me, his blunt nails biting into the skin of my thighs. My eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, my heart slamming into my chest.

“Shit,” I rasped, slowly untangling my fingers from the bed sheets. I blinked up at Eros. “I thought I was dying.”

He snickered. “Got to wait six months to do that, or we can’t get your life insurance money,” he teased.

I quietly laughed before wrapping my arms around him, holding him to me. Zeppelin slipped out of me, heading into the bathroom. A moment later, he came back with a warm cloth, cleaning us both up.

I rolled to my side, tangling my legs with Eros’s, my eyelids drooping. Yeah… I was definitely getting old. I always needed a nap after sex these days.

“Go to sleep,” Zeppelin whispered as he slid into bed behind me, pressing the front of his body to my back. His arm wrapped over us both, his other hand playing in my hair. “When you wake up, I’ll have dinner made and a fire going, and I’ll fuck you on the rug in front of it after we eat.”

“That sounds like exactly what I’d thought about when I parked the car,” I confessed, my words a little slurred with sleep.

His laugh was a quiet rumble against my back as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. “I love you. Both of you.”

“Love you, too,” I mumbled, already pretty out of it. I heard Eros say something, but I was gone, my world fading to black as I fell asleep between my husbands, warmth surrounding me on all sides.