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My dick stirred the second Jordan was within reaching distance of it. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric and didn’t stop until he had my dick in his hand and started lazily pumping it. Well, this was one way to make me tired. If I came hard enough, I’d pass out afterward.

Jordan kept his movements subtle, obviously not wanting to wake Vail, whose soft puffs of breath could be heard in the room. Jordan’s tongue snuck out to lick along the shell of my ear. I turned my head to kiss him, to suck his tongue into my mouth while my hand went in search of his dick to return the favor.

It was all well and good for a few minutes until my body was too heated and needed more.

I quickly pulled down my boxer briefs and rid them from my legs, but didn’t throw them on the floor. I’d need something to wipe the cum up with when I was done. Then I turned onto my side, facing away from him, inviting him to bury himself inside of me.

Jordan was bare when his body went flush against mine. My leg went back over his to give him better access to me. Lubed fingers pressed inside me, stretching me quickly, not bothering to work me up to where I could take more. Jordan knew what I wanted and how to give it to me. I didn’t need generous stretching time tonight. I just needed him.

He slicked his dick and slid inside me slowly. The burn was there, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. Soon enough, I’d be able to let go and have Jordan take over. He’d get me where I needed to be. He always did.

With easy thrusts, Jordan started fucking me. He didn’t go too fast, not wanting to wake Vail. I was certain we’d make up for it in the morning with both of our mouths on Vail. There were many nights when a phone would wake us, someone calling Jordan. Or Ava had a nightmare. Vail needed his sleep.

Jordan kept up his slow pace while his hand found my dick again and started jerking me in time with his hips. This was what I needed. My mind no longer raced. Nothing elsemattered but pushing toward my climax and feeling Jordan everywhere.

Every thrust of his hips, every slick slide of his hand against my dick, drove me closer to the edge.

Jordan’s teeth dug into my flesh where my shoulder met my neck. Then he bit a path along my skin until he got to my arm, where he licked and nipped. The bites of pain amped up my desire more. He was driving me out of my mind.

Sex didn’t need to be all about professing our love for each other. Nor did it need to be a primal drive to see who could come first. Sometimes, the slow, no words spoken, spur-of-the-moment sex could be just as good.

With Vail and Jordan, I loved taking them any way I could. Morning or night. In the shower or in bed. I didn’t care where we were as long as we were together.

Jordan’s breath sped up as he started pushing in faster. Thank fuck for his expensive bed, because when one of us moved, the bed didn’t rock much. It wasn’t like we were doing this behind Vail’s back. This was a quick need to be fulfilled so I could finally sleep. It just so happened that Jordan was closer. If it had been Vail in the middle, I would have annoyed him by my tossing and turning until he woke too.

I could feel it coming. The orgasm raced up on me.

“Come for me, Hart,” Jordan whispered. “Spill into my hand.”

Biting my fist, I moaned out my orgasm, my body fucking into his hand as he pushed into me. I wasn’t as quiet as I should have been, but it was too fucking good.

Jordan’s teeth dug into my shoulder again as his body stiffened and he came hard inside me. We panted through our orgasms, our bodies finally coming down from that amazing high.

Then I heard a low moan.

Jordan and I both turned to find Vail moving on the bed. He was face down, his hand beneath his body, and his hips were thrusting. “So hot,” he moaned. “I love watching you two.” It was one of my favorite things about our relationship. None of us got jealous of the others. We were equals in every aspect.

“Yes, yes,” he whimpered. “Fuckkk.”

Vail’s body thrusted harder against his hand, against the bed, until he came. We traded kisses and words of love.

We were a mess, but we were also tired. We used our briefs to clean up, then cuddled together in a pile of limbs closer to my side where there wasn’t a puddle of cum, and I finally fell asleep.

11

VAIL

It had been a while since I was on a plane. Even then, it was commercial, nothing like what I stepped onto now.

Jordan’s jet was pure luxury inside. As we boarded at the small, local airport, I couldn’t stop my eyes from widening. The seats were done in supple black leather. There was a long couch on my left. Did they call it that on a jet? I had no damn clue. On the right were chairs with armrests that swiveled. There was a table in the middle of a set of four chairs.

A hand on the small of my back had me turning and finding not only Jordan but two TVs and the door open to the cockpit. He smiled softly and jutted his chin, urging me forward. Right. I was holding everyone up. They shouldn’t have let me on first.

I stepped ahead and took a seat on the couch, hoping Jordan or Hartley would sit next to me. I wasn’t a nervous flyer, just wanted the men I loved near me. Jordan sat to my left. We both watched Ava bounce from place to place, looking out the windows, opening the overhead bins, until she took a seat in a chair across from us, a grin on her face.

Hartley decided to sit opposite of her and Forest sat next to his brother. He wanted to come along with us because he hadn’t been back to North Carolina since he fled right after the funeral, leaving Hartley to deal with what was next. That was in the past, though I could see a bit of worry on Forest’s face when he looked at Hartley. I’d also heard him apologize twice since we left home.

Raiden and Reghan walked down the aisle to sit farther back in the jet. Julia was on next with Vincent behind her. They sat behind Ava as Albert boarded and found a seat. Rory was the last one on, stowing his duffel bag in the overhead compartment before sitting.

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