Page 22 of Getting Hitched
Sobs wracked his body, and Gray wrapped him in his arms, holding him tight.
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Gray was physically and emotionally exhausted by the time he pulled into his driveway. The porch light was on, but he didn’t see any other lights in the house. Had Jack and Mason gone to sleep? He had every intention of waking them if they had. Tired as he was, he’d gotten hard on the drive home, thinking about watching them come after too many days of denial.
“Jack! Mason!” he called when he entered the house.
“We’re back here,” Jack yelled, his voice coming from the bedroom. He didn’t sound sleepy at all.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
Gray slung his jacket over a kitchen chair, then removed his holster, checked his weapon, and locked it away. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to the bedroom. He wanted to undress as fast as possible.
Jack and Mason were naked already, sitting on the end of the bed. They had turned on the lights at the sides of the bed, so Gray could see clearly but without the glare of the overhead light.
He should thank them, compliment them on being ready for him, but he had no patience.
“Stand up. Right here.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.
They obeyed instantly.
He finished stripping, tossing his clothes away, unconcerned where anything landed.
Then he grabbed a container of lube from the nightstand drawer and squirted some in his hand. After rubbing his hands together to slick them both, he took Jack’s cock in one hand. Mason stepped closer so Gray could reach him too. He worked them both with quick, efficient strokes.
“Fuck, Gray.” The words burst out of Jack. “Feels so good.”
“You need this, don’t you?”
Jack groaned. “Yes, so bad.”
“Enjoy it.”
Mason thrust into Gray’s hand. “Need it too.”
“Keep still,” Gray scolded. “But otherwise don’t hold back. I want you both to come when you’re ready. Tonight is about getting off and then getting some sleep.”
Mason grinned, and Jack laughed out right. Gray squeezed their shafts tighter, then teased them, circling their heads and toying with their slits.
“Gray, please!” Mason begged.
Gray chuckled, loving the desperate sound in his voice. He wanted them off balance, unable to hold back.
Jack gripped Gray’s shoulder.
“Dizzy?” He nodded. “Then hold on.”
Mason held on too as Gray gave them both tight, fast strokes.
“So good,” Mason muttered.
Jack whimpered. “Close. Need to come.”
“Do it.”
“Yes, Gray. Yes!” Jack rose on his toes as he thrust into Gray’s hand.
Gray loosened his grip on Jack’s cock. “I’m doing the work here. You stay still, or I might make you wait after all.”
