Chapter 19

During the next week, Gray gave interviews to another television reporter and three local newspapers. He even received a call from a national gay men's magazine. He told them he'd consider their request. A few months ago, he would've said no to such a thing immediately. He might not have even been civil about it. Now he'd accepted that he somehow had a talent for talking to reporters: grumpy, closed-off, need-to-control-things bastard that he was. He didn't get why people wanted to see and hear him, at least not outside of the bedroom, but they did. Bryce was right, damn him. The people watching him apparently saw something different than he saw in himself. He might as well embrace it.

He'd packed what he needed for the trip to the mountains before leaving that morning, but he had to put in a half day at the precinct while Jack and Mason got a bit more sleep. Both had worked late the night before. He'd even gotten one of the other detectives to give him a ride so they could pick him up from the precinct when they were ready.

The morning dragged by with tedious computer searches and paperwork to file before vacation. Finally, Gray checked the clock and saw that it was late enough for him to get away with packing up. He couldn't believe he was actually excited about going on vacation. He was in such a good mood he might even let Mason drive.

He considered that idea for a few more seconds. Maybe not. He was a control freak and Mason and Jack liked him that way.

Gray was already waiting in the parking lot when Mason texted that he and Jack were leaving the house. He had no intention of being held back by some last-minute emergency.

As he waited, he tried to absorb what had happened over the last few weeks. He'd been through hell, but he was going to enjoy his weekend, and he wasn't going to put pressure on himself to make it perfect. He'd be with Jack and Mason. That was all that mattered. He thought about the gifts he had for them in his suitcase. They were cheesy as fuck but hopefully they'd also be a lot of fun.

When Mason drove up, Gray gestured for him to get in back. He rolled his eyes but complied. If Gray had to go on a road trip, no way in hell was he sitting anywhere but behind the wheel.

They made good time, stopping only when Jack or Mason bitched at him, saying they were going to wet the seats if he didn't let them go to the bathroom.

By dinnertime, they were in Asheville, where Jack insisted they stop at a place he'd found when researching restaurants, Sparky's Hot Chicken. Jack had a love affair with spicy chicken sandwiches that bordered on kinky. Gray's mind started to wander, imagining where they could go with that… Nope. Even he wouldn't go there.

"I'm hitting the restroom," Gray said as soon as they entered. "Order me something big."

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Did you eat lunch?"

"Um… from the vending machine."

Jack rolled his eyes.

"At least he's actually taking a piss," Mason said. "Instead of going on about his bladder of steel."

Gray scowled, but Jack just laughed and motioned him toward the restrooms. "We'll order for you."

Jack and Mason had ordered at the counter and were heading toward a table when Gray returned to the dining area. Jack handed him a beer, and he took a long, refreshing sip.

"So what are our plans for tonight?" Mason asked. "Are we going to try out some local bars or head right to our cabin?"

Before Gray could answer, Jack said, "I thought I might do some baking. I've got a few things to try out for you but?—"

"We're going to the cabin as soon as we eat and baking can wait for tomorrow. Cake for breakfast works for me," Gray declared.

"How do you know I'm making cake?"

"Because you packed that ridiculous heart-shaped pan."

Jack rolled his eyes. "It's cute. And the kids at the center loved the heart cakes."

They sure had. Gray had actually gone with Jack to a fucking Valentine's party full of teenagers, but Jenna was there and so was Henry. It was a special occasion. Not that Gray enjoyed the cheesy games they played. Not at all. Sure he'd won a round of darts, and Jenna had smiled like the kid she still was when he gave her the bear he'd won as a prize, but that was irrelevant.

Gray glanced at Mason, and he rolled his eyes.

Jack snorted. "Go ahead and laugh. I bet you'll like the cake."

"I will." Gray wasn't going to give him any more grief. It was fucking cute, and he didn't give a damn what shape Jack's cake was in. It would taste good.

"So no chance of checking out the bar Elizabeth told me about or that hipster cocktail place tonight?" Mason asked.

Was he taunting Gray? Surely he knew what Gray had planned for him. "I do not need some organic herbal cocktail shit. And no. I told you we're going to the cabin as soon as we…"

A waitress arrived with their food. Gray smiled when he saw two enormous chicken breasts coated in a spicy rub plus mac and cheese and coleslaw on his plate.

Jack and Mason both had a sandwich and fries.

Jack glanced at Mason. "Gray's pronouncement sounded rather definite."

Mason nodded. "It did. Ominous too."

"You won't be laughing later." Gray gave Mason a threatening glare.

Mason grinned at him and whispered, "My ass is already feeling it."

"Good." Gray wanted to build the anticipation, have them both hopped up by the time they arrived at the cabin, which was another twenty minutes up into the mountains.

They had reservations the following night at Granite, another restaurant Jack had chosen. All Gray knew was that they were supposed to have amazing steaks, which was good enough for him. Having special plans for tomorrow meant that tonight they'd stay in and celebrate with the presents he had for them.

For the next few minutes, they concentrated on eating. The chicken was as good, maybe better, than Jack had promised. Gray wondered if he should order more for the road, but as soon as they finished, Mason and Jack shooed him toward the car, obviously eager to get moving.

"What's the rush?" he asked once he was seated behind the wheel.

"You really have to ask?"

He smiled. "No, I just want to hear you say it."

"We want our surprise!" Jack was practically bouncing.

"I just bet you do," Gray said. "I wonder if you can guess what it is or how I'm going to use it on you."

"A new flogger?" Mason asked. They'd been talking about getting one with thinner tassels that would bring a harsher sting.

"I'm not telling, but it's fun to hear you guess."

"Nipple clamps." Jack's idea. "The vibrating ones we saw online."

"Maaaaybe."

"Dammit, Gray. Now I'm horny as fuck," Mason protested.

Gray was enjoying this. "Is it hard to sit still, thinking about what I'm going to do to your ass? Because you might not know what the surprise is, but you know what we're going to do after that."

"Oh fuck," Mason muttered.

Gray held up his hand and rubbed his fingers against one another. "All of this up inside you."

"God, Gray," Jack protested. "I'm going have to jerk off right here in the fucking car if you don't stop."

Gray chuckled. "I'm going to let Mason fuck you to take the edge off."

Jack pressed the heel of his hand on his cock, which was straining against his worn jeans.

"Both of you, hands by your sides."

"Gray," Mason whined.

Jack kept rubbing his cock slowly, up and down.

"You're distracting me. Keep it up, and I won't let you come when he fucks you."

Jack groaned. "God, Gray, you're so fucking hot when you talk like that. I'm going to take you on a vacation every fucking weekend if it will be like this."

Gray smiled. He might just like this vacation deal after all. "So far so good. Of course, this cabin might actually be a rat-infested shack."

"Then we'll get a hotel." Jack wasn't the least bit ruffled.

"Fuck, a tent's good enough," Mason declared.

Gray shook his head. "No way will you be able to lie on the hard ground after what I'm going to do to you tonight." Gray glanced in the rearview mirror long enough to see Mason shiver, then put his eyes back on the road. The turns were starting to get sharp.

"Are you going to tell us more about what you want?" Mason asked.

"You really do want to be tormented, don't you?"

"It will pass the time."

"Painfully, but okay."

By the time they arrived at the cabin, Mason was having a lot of trouble sitting still and Jack's hands were squeezed into fists.

Gray had barely put the car in park at the rental office before Jack had the door open and was running up the steps. He practically leapt back into the car a few moments later. "I've got the key. Turn right up here at the fork. We're in the second one on the right."

Gray drove even more slowly than the narrow gravel road called for. Jack glanced back at Mason. "He's doing this on purpose, isn't he?"

"Fuck yes, but you know you love it."

Jack sighed. "I know no such thing."

Gray bit his lip to keep from laughing. This was going to be a great night.

He pulled up in front of the cabin, which looked exactly as it had online. "Grab your bags. Unlock the door, and as soon as you get inside, start stripping."

"What?" Mason asked.

"You heard me."

"But—"

"Are you questioning me, boy?"

Mason shook his head. "No, sir."

"Are you really starting this now?" Jack asked.

"Are you going to do as you're told or take the consequences?"

"I… Damn, you're fucking amazing," Jack declared. He opened his door and practically fell out into the driveway.

"Try not to hurt yourself. We won't have nearly as much fun, then."

They didn't often fall into their Dom/sub roles outside of the house, but when they did, things always got explosive. Of course with Mason and Jack, things were usually explosive. No one could have convinced Gray of it before he met Jack, but having a man you cared deeply for submit to you was so much hotter than when you were both just in it for the sex. Just thinking of Mason and the deep trust he had in Gray made him feel honored, not to mention horny as fuck. He could hardly believe they were going to try fisting.

Gray took his time before going in. He walked around the cabin and checked out at the porch on the back side, which faced a gorgeous mountain view and did in fact have a very private hot tub on it. Then he cleaned the car of the candy wrappers and Coke bottles Jack insisted they couldn't live without during the drive. Finally, he lifted his suitcase out of the car. He hoped he'd given them time to obey his orders, because no matter how much Jack might have protested, Gray was certain they all wanted the same thing he did.

When he opened the door of the cabin, the sight in front of him took his breath. Jack and Mason knelt on a plush carpet in front of the sofa. They shivered as the cold breeze from the open door skittered over them.

They'd moved the coffee table aside to give plenty of room for whatever Gray might order them to do. They were both looking down, hands clasped behind their backs, the perfect picture of submission.

Gray's heart pounded. He wanted to order them both to face the couch, pull out his cock, and fuck them each in turn until they all lost their minds. But that wasn't tonight's game.

Calmly, as if they weren't even there, he unzipped his suitcase and pulled out the two gift bags inside. "You followed those orders beautifully. Now I have something for each of you."

They both looked up and he handed them the bags. What would they think of his gift?

Mason's hand shook as he tried to release the staple holding down the folded top of the bag, until finally he just ripped it. Gray could tell he wasn't sure what he was looking at initially. And he knew from Mason's face exactly when Mason figured it out.

Jack held up his gift, letting it dangle from a finger by the handle. "Did you get the same thing?" he asked Mason. Then he glanced between Mason and Gray as if he wasn't sure what he held was real.

Mason pulled his present out of the bag so they could compare. It was identical to Jack's except it was magenta instead of red.

Jack ran his hands over his, still looking uncertain. "Are these really…?"

"Fucking heart-shaped anal beads?" Mason asked.

Heat rushed to Gray's cheeks as he nodded. Had he gone too far?

Mason toyed with his as Jack had done. It was made of a series of graduated hearts arranged point up in a row from small to quite large and fat. It had a handle at the end, also heart-shaped.

Jack sputtered. "You had the nerve to make fun of my heart-shaped cake. And then you give us these?"

"Go ahead and make fun of them," Gray said. "I promise you won't be laughing once I get these in you."

"Fuck," Jack said, his eyes widening.

"They might be cheesy, but you'll feel them just as well as regular ones, maybe better."

Mason grinned. "I like that you decided Valentine's Day is worth celebrating after all."

"Think you'll still feel that way when they're in your ass?"

Mason fondled the thickest of the magenta hearts. "Yes, sir. I do."

They were about to find out. "Turn around and brace yourself on the couch."

"We're going to try them out now?" Jack asked.

Gray loved the look of shock on his face. He didn't surprise Jack all that often anymore. "Are you trying to get spanked?"

"B-but we haven't even unpacked."

"You're going to do that after I put these in."

Jack sucked in a breath. "What? While they're inside us?"

Gray smiled. "Yes, exactly."

Jack glanced at Mason, who was already in position. His gaze ran down Mason's body to his pert ass, which Mason had stuck out wantonly.

"Are you going to make me wait?" Gray asked.

"No, sir," Jack replied.

"Good, because after you've unpacked, I've got some plans you're going to love."

Gray had made sure to pack the lube where it was easily accessible. He grabbed it and moved toward his lovers.

Gray sat on the couch, watching as Jack and Mason moved around the cabin. He'd made them leave their suitcases in the entryway so he could watch them carry things back and forth. The heart-shaped handles jiggled where they hung from Jack and Mason's asses. The toys had looked cheesy in the store, but now they looked sexy as fuck. The thought of how they must feel, how every movement would increase Mason's and Jack's awareness of being stuffed with the little—and not so little—hearts had Gray growing restless to get on with the night.

Every once in a while, Jack or Mason would gasp or shift like they were trying to escape a too-intense sensation. Gray had never thought he was into domestic service kink, but he was sure as hell enjoying watching his men work for him like this.

Mason squatted down to remove the last of his belongings from his suitcase and sucked in his breath. Gray could just imagine the hearts pressing on his prostate. Mason's head hung down. He flexed his hand on his thigh.

"Is there a problem?" Gray asked, deliberately using a chilly tone.

Mason shook his head. "No… I just…"

"Needed a minute?"

"Yes, sir."

"You've had long enough. Get moving."

Mason winced. "I… I don't?—"

"Look at me, boy."

Mason did. Gray held up his hand and slowly raised each of his fingers. "You're going to have every one of these in you later. You'll be damn glad those hearts have been stretching you out."

Mason licked his lips.

"Go on." Gray gestured toward the bedroom.

Jack had paused on his way back to the suitcases so he could watch Mason. He had a tight grip on the back of one of the chairs at the kitchen bar.

"Did you need something, Jack?"

"Yes, sir."

"What might that be?"

"Your cock."

"It's Mason's cock you're going to get tonight."

Gray focused on Mason as he said the words, and Mason's eyes widened.

"Y-you still want me to fuck him?"

"After you finish unpacking. And Jack, you're going to help me get him ready and then help him take what I have for him." Gray held up his hand again and ran his other hand over it, forming his fingers into a circle as if he were sliding one hand into the other.

Mason stared, and his mouth dropped open. "I…"

"Yes?" Gray asked.

"I want that. I want to open up like that for you."

"I know you do. And it's going to be good, but we're going to take it slow."

Gray knew Jack and Mason were both still surprised he'd jumped right to a scene as soon as they arrived. But he worried that if they waited too long, Mason might dwell on it too much and overthink it. Gray was the only one who needed to think. Mason just needed to feel.

"You're not done." Gray waved toward the luggage. Jack grabbed the last things from his suitcase, and Mason finally headed toward the bedroom, his steps short and stilted as he tried to reduce the sensations.

Jack walked quickly, and Gray enjoyed the sight of the heart handle bouncing as he moved. He grabbed the lube and one of the towels that were stacked on the counter along with information about the cabin. Then he followed them to the bedroom. He'd waited long enough.

"Hands on the end of the bed, asses out," he ordered as he spread the towel on the floor.

Both men scrambled to obey. He couldn't resist taking hold of both handles, tugging just a bit, and then pushing them back in. In seconds, both men were thrusting back, trying to get more from him. Mason hung his head down as if trying to concentrate on what he was feeling, but Jack peeked over his shoulder at Gray.

"Watch," Gray said. He tugged on Mason's handle until the largest heart came all the way out.

"So fucking hot," Jack said, his voice low and breathy.

Gray pushed the heart back in and Mason whimpered. "They're going to stay in while you fuck Jack. I'm going to get him ready for you now."

Jack made a strangled noise as Gray gave the handle of his strand a sharp pull and the largest heat popped free. "Fuck!"

Gray tugged twice more and the line of hearts came all the way out of Jack's body. Jack started to climb on the bed, but Gray grabbed his hips. "Stay right there. Mason, he's all yours."

Mason stood and his eyes widened as the beads moved inside him. He moved behind Jack and Gray lubed his cock for him using slow, lingering strokes that had him thrusting into Gray's hand. Gray slapped Mason's ass when he was done. "Don't be gentle with him. He needs a good, solid fuck."

"I do!" Jack agreed.

Mason drove in hard enough to make Jack yelp. Apparently taking Gray at his word, he continued to fuck Jack fast and hard, until Jack was begging, barely able to catch his breath. Gray couldn't help himself. He unzipped his pants and started jerking off as he watched. Seeing the heart sticking out of Mason waving up and down as Mason drove into Jack's ass was too hot for words.

"Gray." Jack looked around at him. "I want to suck you. Want to be between you two."

Gray was up on the bed in seconds, positioning himself so Jack could have his cock and Mason's too. Jack took him down all the way. Holy God, he was good at sucking cock. He had Gray right on the edge in no time.

"Need to come, sir. Please," Mason begged.

"Do it. Fill his ass while I come down his throat."

Jack moaned around Gray and reached beneath himself to stroke his own cock. Gray didn't complain. He wanted Jack to come. They all needed this first orgasm so they could relax and go slow.

"Come for me, both of you," he demanded.

Mason gave Jack a few more harsh strokes, then his face contorted as he froze and cried out.

Jack made a strangled sound around Gray's cock, and his body tensed as he came too.

They were so fucking amazing, and they were his. Gray pushed deeper, and Jack let him, taking his cock to the root and looking up at Gray. That did it. Gray went over the edge, shooting his load into Jack's mouth. Despite trying to recover from his own orgasm, Jack took every drop. Then all three men collapsed onto the bed.