Page 40 of Give Me Three

“I know you can’t bottom,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine with every word he spoke. “I just want to feel your weight on me.”

Christ.

I leaned back to look down at him. “How did you know…”

“You’ve always taken control,” Jaxon said, giving a little shrug. “Almost like if you don’t, you’re afraid you won’t have a say in what happens.” He pressed his fingertips into my skin, urging me closer. I sank into him easily, greedily drinking in the possessive but loving way he looked at me. “I love you, Zeppelin. And if I forever need to be a bottom with you, I’mfinewith that.” He pressed his mouth to my jaw, and I drew in a shaky breath, sinking even deeper into his hold. “I want you any way that I canhave you because Ilove you,” he told me, mouthing at the skin of my neck. A sharp moan slipped past my lips.

“You always know the right thing to say,” I groaned before working open the buttons of his shirt. “Did you have a meeting today?” He only wore these fucking shirts when he had to have a video meeting.

“Mhm.” He groaned when I pushed his shirt open and plucked at his nipples. “New client.” He pushed his hips up, pushing his cock against mine through his slacks and my jeans. “Stop teasing me, Zep.”

A deep chuckle sounded from my chest as I leaned up on my knees to unfasten his slacks and tug them down his thighs with his briefs. Ash gave a pissy meow before sauntering off, annoyed at being woken up. Jaxon kicked his clothes off and leaned up, allowing me to push his pristine, white button-down off his broad shoulders.

Our mouths met in another hot kiss, and I groaned into his mouth when his fingers began working open my zipper, freeing my throbbing cock. I pulled back from him and stood to my feet, tugging my shirt over my head. “On your knees,” I growled. “Bend over the back of the couch. Ass in the air. Arch your back. Fuck yes, baby,” I moaned when he did as I asked, yanking the lube out of the drawer on the coffee table. I kept it stashed everywhere now. It used to annoy him, but now, I was sure he appreciated not having to wait for me to find a damn bottle.

I dropped to my knees behind him, the rug burning my knees for a moment. “No prep,” Jax gasped when I swiped a finger over his hole. “Still good from this morning. Just fuck me, Zep.”

God, he begged for my cockso well.

I pressed my tip to his hole, watching how easily his body opened for me before I slid home in one thrust, pressing my hips flush to his ass. We both moaned, and then, I began fucking him. Words weren’t needed as I stroked my cock in and out of his needy hole, unable to look away from where our bodies were joined.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaxon panted, stroking himself as I drove him closer and closer to the edge, pegging that spot inside of him over and over again. He shuddered and moaned my name as he spilled into his fist, some of his cum leaking onto his leather couch.

I snarled, baring my teeth as my hips fell off rhythm, the tight heat of his body too fucking good. The way his ass clenched around me…

“Goddamn, Jaxon,” I groaned as I spilled inside of him.

We slumped to the rug in front of the couch, our bodies curled around each other, both of us panting. I pressed a kiss to his sweat-dampened shoulder, tightening my arm around his midsection. “You drive me fucking crazy,” I huffed. Jaxon only managed a breathy chuckle, his heart still pounding hard against his chest.

The front door opened, and Eros strode into the living room in his scrubs. He snorted at the sight of us, shaking his head before crouching to press a kiss to Jaxon’s lips, then mine. “You two feel better?”

“I think I need a nap,” Jaxon groaned.

I snorted and smacked his ass before standing to my feet, dragging Eros against my naked body. My husband arched an amused brow at me before gently pushing me back. “We all need showers,” he said. “I’m covered in dog and cat hair. You twosmell like sweat and sex. We’re meeting Spencer, Logan, and Ezra for dinner, remember?”

Jaxon made a dying whale noise from the floor that had me cackling. “Call my son and tell him I’m too fucking old for this shit.”

Eros chuckled and leaned down, helping our man up from the floor. “No, baby. Shower. Get dressed. You’re finally well enough, and he wants family time. So, let’s get a move on, yeah?”

Jaxon sighed before swiping a hand down his face and turning on his heel, heading for the bedroom. I admired the way his ass flexed for a moment before I turned back to face my husband. I kissed him, tugging him back against me, my cock rallying again. “Are you sure?—”

“Shower, Zeppelin,” he told me, giving me a stern look.

I sighed, releasing him, a pout pulling at my lips. “You’re no fun.”

He patted my chest. “Family first. Sex later.”

I heaved a sigh. “Fine,” I groaned, following Jaxon. I heard the shower start. “You owe me!” I called over my shoulder.

Jaxon arched a brow at me when I stepped into the shower with him. He shivered when I backed him up against the wall and dropped to my knees in front of him. “Zeppelin, we—fuuuuck,” he moaned when I flicked my tongue over his tip before sucking him to the back of my throat. “Christ, your mouth issinful.”

“You two are the fucking worst,” Eros sighed when he stepped into the bathroom. I ignored him, determined to get Jaxon off one more time. It didn’t take long. Once I slid my finger intohis sloppy hole, he cried out, his back arching off the wall as he spilled down my throat.

I popped off him and smirked at Eros. “See what you missed out on?”

Eros only shot me a smirk full of dirty promises—the kind of promises Iknewwould make me regret this later. “Mhm, baby. I see.” He turned on his heel. “You two have thirty minutes. I’m dragging you out of the house in whatever you have on when time’s up.”

“He’s such a hard ass,” I muttered, standing to my full height. I looked at Jaxon and pulled him forward, reaching for his shampoo so I could wash his hair. “Do you think he’ll go too hard on me?”

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