31. Vail

31

VAIL

“If one of you doesn’t put your hand on my dick today, I’m going to fucking explode,” I stated, walking into the kitchen.

Then I realized Irene was standing there and Reghan also heard from where he was near the elevator. I didn’t care about him hearing it as much as I did Irene.

“Dear, if I was younger, I wouldn’t protest one bit about touching you,” Irene said. “And if you weren’t Mr. Altair’s and Mr. Weathers’s as well. I think you need to speak to them, not me.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were still here.” It was after eleven in the morning. She was usually gone by now.

“Saturday cleaning.”

“Shit.” That was right. She stayed longer on Saturdays to thoroughly clean the home, more than the daily chores she normally did.

“Mr. Altair is in his office and I’m not sure where Mr. Weathers went.”

Just then, the elevator dinged, and Hartley stepped out with Tahoe. Tahoe’s tail started whipping wildly when he saw me. He rushed forward, at least until he got to the end of the leash.

“If you’d wait one second, I’d unhook you so you can see your daddy,” Hartley told him.

As soon as Tahoe was free, he came toward me for his morning pets. I rubbed his ears and hips, giving him sufficient attention.

“It’s so nice out,” Hartley said. “Not warm like in late spring but it’s not freezing.”

I left Tahoe to lean in and kiss Hartley’s lips. “Thank you for taking him for a walk.”

“Of course. It gives me a chance to get fresh air.”

“Mr. Weathers, I believe Mr. Ayers has something he would like you to do,” Irene said with a completely straight face.

Turning, I glared at her. “Could you not?”

She shrugged and drifted to the elevator, taking the very obvious hint I’d need time alone with Hartley and Jordan.

“What’s going on?” Hartley asked.

“Nothing,” I muttered.

Neither of us missed Reghan chuckling. He got a glare from me too. He didn’t shut up like he did when Jordan cocked an eyebrow. Instead, it turned into a full laugh.

Hartley tugged on my sleeve. “Oh my god, you have to tell me now.”

“I came downstairs and thought you and Jordan were in the kitchen. I said something I shouldn’t have.”

Reghan was laughing so hard; he had a tear falling from one eye.

“What did you say?” Hartley prodded.

“That if one of you don’t put your hand on my dick today, I’m going to explode.”

“Holy shit, that’s fantastic.” He laughed. “Not you needing relief but that you said it to Irene. I wish I could have been here to see the look on her face.”

“She told him if she was younger, she’d help him out.” Reghan laughed.

“Oh my god.” Now Hartley was laughing just as hard.

The tap of shoes on the marble floor had me turning to find Jordan with his hands in his slacks’ pockets and his jacket off. He wore a white button-down under a navy vest that matched his slacks. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not repeating it,” I groaned.

Hartley did, which made Reghan laugh even harder. And Jordan, the jerk he was, smiled big enough that it curved his lips and lifted his beard. If I wasn’t so fucking horny from them not putting their hands on me where I needed them, I would have reveled in the sight. Instead, I dove forward until my lips crashed into his. Jordan’s arms went around me so he could kiss me soundly.

“I’ll just…” Reghan said a moment before the elevator dinged. He was gone in seconds.

“If you two don’t fuck me, I’m going to snap,” I panted against Jordan’s lips.

Hartley heated my back, his hands coasting down my sides. “We didn’t want to push you. You’ve been through a lot.”

“I have and I’m working through it, but it doesn’t impact our sex life any longer. I appreciate your consideration, but I’m so fucking horny I woke up thrusting against the damn mattress.”

“We can’t have that,” Jordan tsked.

“Move it!” Hartley called, pulling away from me, on his way to the stairs. “Vail isn’t the only horny one. I’m tired of fucking my hand.”

Jordan and I followed Hartley up the stairs, taking them two at a time. If I had the ability to fly, I would have. That was how hard my dick was. How much I wanted to have sex. It had only been a week and I was ready to combust. I understood their desire not to push me. They would have waited longer if I wanted them to. But I didn’t.

Gil wasn’t going to take anything else from me. I’d thought those words before, said them out loud. He was finally gone. He couldn’t hurt me any longer.

And no, I wasn’t in the least bit upset with Jordan. After what I saw, after how scared Cat appeared, I was glad Jordan was able to do what I never could. He took out a man who spent years tearing me apart bit by bit. Bringing me down, making me think I wasn’t worthy of anyone but him.

Hartley was naked and climbing onto the bed when we got into the room. His ass was beautifully on display. How fast did he strip?

Jordan and I shed our clothes, me quicker than him. I had a lot less on and only cotton to deal with. Every piece he shed, he dropped to the floor so he could tackle the next one.

Shit, I could speed this up.

From the nightstand, I grabbed the lube and climbed onto the bed over Hartley, who was now on his back, so I could start stretching myself. I needed to make sure I was loose enough for them. While doing so, I leaned down to kiss Hartley. He was just as eager as I was, trying to rut up against me.

Once I was sufficiently stretched and Jordan had joined us in bed, Hartley rolled me over, so he was on top. He pushed my thighs back and sank in deep as his eyes held mine. Fuck, I loved him. I loved them both.

I moaned at the sensation of him filling me. My dick jumped on my stomach. There was a bite of pain and the feeling of being full, but with it was sweet fucking relief. I wouldn’t last long. I also didn’t care. I needed to get off.

Jordan grabbed the lube from the bed. Hartley’s eyes closed as Jordan began stretching him. When we were connected, there was nothing better. Watching my men get off, watching as their eyes rolled into the backs of their heads and cum shot from their dicks. So fucking hot.

It took a lot for Hartley to remain still while Jordan prepped him. I didn’t have to do any such thing and worked my dick with my hand.

Jordan filled Hartley and pushed him down. I had to move my hand, so it didn’t become stuck there. With Hartley’s body flush to mine, every time Jordan pushed into him, Hartley moved. That created enough friction for my very deprived dick.

Thrust after thrust, I held on to Hartley’s arms while he was fucked into me. I was along for the ride. Hartley dropped his face to my neck and my eyes met Jordan’s. He held them as he pounded Hartley.

I came on a shout, my cum coating my and Hartley’s bodies where we were pressed together. Hartley was the next to fall over the edge in a low groan. Once he did, Jordan withdrew and kneeled on the bed next to us. He jerked himself until he came, splashing his cum over Hartley and me, just like he’d done the first time the three of us were together. It was still sexy.

There was cum everywhere by the time we were done. I was sticky, sweaty, and in need of a shower.

I pried Hartley off me so I could scoot down to the end of the bed to stand. Hartley immediately plastered himself to Jordan’s side and hooked his leg over Jordan’s hip.

“Not sated yet, Hart?” Jordan asked, his fingers skating down Hartley’s back.

“It’s been a week. I need more.”

“Vail?” Jordan asked, his eyes meeting mine again.

My dick started to rally at the sight of them, so I returned to the bed and crowded behind Hartley. My hand went to Hartley’s dick while his went to Jordan’s dick. Jordan didn’t have the same rebound as Hartley. Hell, I didn’t always either. But this was after a week-long stretch of no sex. It didn’t take much to have Jordan hard again as well.

Jordan slid inside Hartley, driving deep. The gasp Hartley let out was a beautiful sound. Once he was seated, Jordan reached behind Hartley for me and flattened his hand to hold me in between Hartley’s cheeks where I already was, sliding along his flesh.

This wasn’t as rushed as before, a frantic pace so we could work it out of our systems. Except we didn’t since we were here again so soon, ready once more.

We traded kisses, soft, gentle ones that spoke of the love and connection the three of us had. We touched one another, no one less than the other two. We focused on Hartley to tell him how much we loved him, to shower him with attention. Then we moved to Jordan. They voiced how they felt about me next. Emotions I already knew yet were somehow different and more impactful.

It was such a stark contrast to how Jordan was when we first got together. How he couldn’t say what he felt. Now, he spoke the words freely when we were alone. He still didn’t say them much in front of others, which I was more than fine with. Jordan saved his words for us.

Hartley started moving his hips, pushing faster into my hand. I tightened my grip and jerked him until his body stiffened and he spilled into my palm.

Jordan took my dick into his hand to finish me off, giving me the right amount of speed and tightness to come with their names on my lips. He took a little longer, relishing in being inside Hartley before he bit Hartley’s shoulder, his beautiful eyes slipping closed, and came.

We stumbled into the shower after that, too spent to get off a third time. We cleaned one another, our soapy bodies staying close so we could trade kisses.

There was nothing better than these men. No matter what I’d gone through since meeting them, no matter how much I struggled, they were there for me. They held me through my tears. Loved me through my trauma. And were the best parts of my life.

When we descended the stairs, the scent of cinnamon buns drawing us from the bedroom, Irene was there with a knowing smile and a fresh pot of coffee. I hoped she returned after we’d gotten into the shower.

“Or should I find you something with electrolytes in it to replenish what you’ve lost?” she asked.

Jordan couldn’t muster up a growl, but he also didn’t smile. That made Irene laugh as she brought the cinnamon rolls to the table. Extra frosting dripped down the sides of the still warm, sweet bread.

I would hit the gym downstairs harder today, because I put two of those extra-large cinnamon buns in my stomach with a full mug of coffee. “Do you part with your recipes, Irene? Those are really good.”

“Maybe for you, once you get your kitchen together on the other floor. The boys love when I make them sweet treats. Cookies, brownies, these, they devour them.” She took a plate to Reghan where he stood near the elevator once again.

“Stop,” Jordan said. “Have a seat, Reghan. Join us.”

Reghan froze for a moment before he put one foot in front of the other and sat at the table. First Jordan shocked them by thanking them. Now he was inviting his guards to his table. How the times had changed since Hartley and I entered Jordan’s life.

I leaned over to kiss Jordan’s cheek. “Thank you.”

He grunted and took another bite of his cinnamon roll.