“What do you need, baby?” I ask.
“I just need you close.”
I crawl onto the bed, climbing straight into his lap, straddling him, wrapping one arm tight around his shoulder. When I spit into my palm and bring our foreheads together, I grip us both, working us slowly. Roman’s hands bruise my back, pulling me impossibly closer as his hips snap up into my fist like he’s lost all control.
“How long?” Roman pants against my mouth.
“He’ll be quick. You know he’ll be climbing out of his skin to get back to us.”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
JASPER
I’ve never chosenfood faster in my fucking life, and when I tell you I practically ran back to the cabin, I mean it. I’d bet my left nut Roman and Zeke started without me.
I bust through the door, the freezing air following me before I kick it shut behind me. The takeout bags hit the kitchen counter with a careless thud, forgotten about completely. Without slowing down, I move to the bedroom, and my eyes land on the bed.Zeke’s straddling Roman’s lap, grinding down on him, while their mouths are fused in a kiss that’s nothing short of desperate.
“Fuckers,” I growl, already stripping my jacket off and dragging my T-shirt over my head. “I knew you’d start without me.”
Not that I’m complaining—the view’s fucking delicious.
Roman breaks away from Zeke’s mouth just long enough to shoot me a look that could drop me to my knees. “Get over here and fill our boy’s ass.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter, shoving my jeans down my hips, cock already hard at the sight of them.
Zeke and Roman’s grunts fill the air, and a shudder runs through me at how fucking beautiful they sound together.Watching them like this is one of my favorite things in the world. These moments are the only time my brain shuts the hell up. Everything else disappears except for what’s right in front of me.
Them.
Mine.
My guys.
My whole goddamn world, right here.
Desperate, filthy, and beautiful in ways nothing else could ever fucking touch.
I climb onto the bed and pull Zeke back, tilting his face and kissing him like the desperate bastard I am before leaning forward and giving Roman my tongue. Pulling back, I brush my nose against his and haul Zeke back by the hips, forcing him onto his knees between us.
“You lucky fucker,” I growl, knowing Roman’s about to get the show of his life.
“Getting to feel every thrust through his throat? Fucking heaven.”
“Less talking, more eating my ass,” Zeke demands, breathless and needy, grinding back against me like he’s trying to get himself off by friction alone.
Bending down, I run my tongue up the length of Zeke’s cock before dragging it over his balls and up to his ass, and fuck, my eyes automatically roll back because he always tastes like heaven. The noises he makes when my tongue’s on him and the way his thighs start to tremble under my grip—nothing I’ve ever chased comes close to this.
When I push my tongue inside him, Zeke damn near loses it, rutting shamelessly against my mouth. I fumble open the nightstand drawer, not bothering to look, and grab the lube. My fingers are slick in seconds. One presses into him slowly, just enough tostretch and tease, while my other hand wraps tight around his cock.
“Fuck, Jasper,” he pants out, pushing back onto my hand. “That feels so good.”
Roman’s hips snap forward as he thrusts into Zeke’s mouth. “Open that throat. That’s it… just like that.”
I can barely fucking breathe watching Zeke choke himself on Roman’s dick while he fucks back onto my fingers. When I finally drag them out of him, he shudders hard, already close to blowing.
“Easy, baby,” I rasp, slicking up my cock, fist working fast because I’m right there with him—so damn close, I can barely see straight.
