“Motherfucker won rock-paper-scissors,” Jasper mutters around my dick.
“I’m sure our boy will share. Now get your mouth around me, baby.”
I tighten my grip in Zeke’s hair, guiding him closer. He takes me in one greedy swallow—no hesitation, no easing into it, just lips stretched wide, throat open, like he’s begging me to use him.His eyes water when I fuck into his mouth, and when I finally fall apart, he swallows every last drop.
Falling back breathless, I watch Jasper slam onto Zeke with a messy, open-mouthed kiss, my cum shared between them. It’s not sweet. It’s not gentle. It’s primal, frenzied, and completely fucking feral.
When they finally pull apart, they settle on either side of me, their bodies pressed close against mine.
“Hell of a way to wake up, birthday boy, huh?” Jasper nuzzles into my neck, and I can feel his smile against my skin before he sinks his teeth in.
My body’s wrecked. My heart’s pounding. And my cock’s already twitching again.
“Makes me wish it was my birthday every day,” I manage, still caught in that space between pleasure and consciousness.
“Christmas is coming.” Zeke flashes that smile—the one I fall for all over again every single day. “What are you hoping for?”
“Don’t care,” I say honestly. “As long as I get to fuck both of you… mouth, ass, fist, any way you want me, I’m in.”
We talked about our needs early on, and our sex life’s never been anything short of phenomenal. But in the quiet moments, when we’re just being… the love we have for each other is indescribable. And for a guy like me, who’s still learning how to put emotion into anything other than action, that kind of love is fucking everything.
I don’t always have the words.
But when I touch them, they know.
Every kiss says,I’m yours, every touch is a promise to stay, and every breath we share is a reminder that what we have is bigger than any words I could find to describe it.
But I’m working on myself. I have been for years. And I’m a hell of a lot more open now than I was after…
No. Can’t go there.
I can’t think about the little blonde who still lives somewhere inside all of us, no matter how hard we tried to bury her after she married Mikey fucking King.
What the hell was she thinking?
The thought slips in before I can stop it, and Jasper’s hand tightens on my thigh. He always knows when I’m thinking about her. We all do because none of us ever really stopped.
Addison’s haunting us all, and those three cream-colored invitations on the nightstand are a constant reminder that not only are we invited to watch her father accept an award for his contributions to college hockey, but they want me, the former captain who helped bring home the championship, to present it.
“Right, I’m going to shower. We need to be at the rink in an hour.” Jasper rises from the bed, naked and hot as fuck, and I’m two seconds away from following him.
That guy buried himself inside my heart before I even realized it was happening, and the stubborn bastard made it clear that he had no intention of ever letting go.
I’m still staring after him when Zeke’s fingers curl around my jaw, and gently pull my focus back to him.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I’m fucking awesome.”
I lean in, my lips brushing against his.
Zeke’s got this heart that's too big for his own good and the kind of empathy that makes him feel everyone else's pain like it's his own. But he also has these dark, filthy edges. He holds us like we’re fragile, but the way he commands with just his body and his words… yeah, I’ll never get enough of that.
Then there’s Jasper. He’s got that devil perched on his shoulder, but fuck, he loves harder than anyone I’ve ever known. He gets swallowed up by whatever’s eating at him sometimes, but hesaves those shadows for us, and for the place we’ve built between the three of us. A place where we keep each other safe when the rest of the world would never understand.
“You’re officially older than us.”
“True, but I get to say I’m fucking two younger guys, so I’d call that a win.”
