“Nah, I’m going to make him see stars.” I grinned.
Stepping away from Jordan, my non-lubed hand went to Vail’s spine to coast up it where he still stood bent at the waist at the foot of the bed. I leaned over him, putting my chest to his back, slotting my dick into his cleft.
“Do you want to come?” I whispered. “Do you want me to make love to you?”
“Please,” he whimpered.
“I love you, Vail.” I kissed his back, barely leaning my hips away enough to coat my dick with the lube still on my hand. I’d used a generous amount on him already. He was nice and slick for me as I started sliding inside, his ass clenching around me as I did so.
Vail wouldn’t want me to fuck him hard like Jordan did to me. Vail needed to be made love to right now, and that was just what I was going to do.
My hips moved at a leisurely pace while I reached around to grip his dick. He was so damn hard as he leaked, my hand collecting what I could to give him a better glide against my palm. I wasn’t ready for either of us to come yet, however Iwouldn’t stop him if he did. This wasn’t about me. This was about him and Jordan. Who… Where the hell did he go?
I turned to peer over my shoulder and found him in a chair near the window, watching us. His dick was half hard, though he didn’t touch it. Jordan had the perfect view of me making love to Vail. He gave me a soft smile. I returned it before focusing on Vail again.
My hands left Vail’s hip to coast up his side, reveling in the way his skin broke out in goosebumps. I did that to him. He enjoyed my touch so much; he was helpless to the reaction I caused. To know I could affect them the way I did made me more confident, bolder, sure of the relationship we had. And I could have fucked it up beyond repair today.
Leaning over Vail again, I whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I won’t leave. Not now. Not ever. I love you so much, Vail. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Vail lifted a hand from the bed to touch mine on his side. “I know, Hart. I love you too. You and Jordan are it for me.”
Two more pumps of my fist and Vail shuddered beneath me as he came, calling out our names. His ass clenched around me. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was assaulted with sensations between what my body was feeling and the emotions raging inside me. There was so much love for them I thought I was going to burst.
I came so hard; it was like I was flooding everything into Vail, giving him what I couldn’t say. My body shook with the force of it as tears fell down my cheeks.
Finally pulling away from him, I watched my cum slide from inside him. Vail stood and turned, capturing my cheeks between his hands so he could soundly kiss me. We didn’t need more words. This was enough, and it was perfect.
When we broke apart, our eyes immediately searchedJordan out, wanting him to be included. What I didn’t expect to see was him on his knees a few feet from us.
“Did you want to lick me clean?” I teased.
But Jordan wasn’t smiling. “Marry me.”
I… I had no brain cells left because I couldn’t form a coherent thought.
“Jordan,” Vail whispered.
“I know it can’t be a traditional ceremony, not that it needs to be, but we can commit our lives to each other. I’ll wear your rings, two bands on the same finger. I want your names engraved on them.”
“You don’t have to say this,” I told him. “I understand I scared you but?—”
“This is more than that,” he cut me off. “I want us to be as committed to each other as we can be. I want…” He swallowed hard. “Forever.”
I got down on my knees in front of him. “You already have that.”
Vail lowered himself to the floor beside me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” Then his eyes met mine. “Will you marry me too, Hart?”
“Oh, my god.” Those tears were back, and they were big and plentiful, and I couldn’t stop them from rolling down my cheeks. “You two… Of course I’ll marry you.” I choked out a cry and lunged for them, wrapping one arm around each of them. Leaning away after a moment, I asked Jordan, “Do I get to tell people Jordan Altair Sr. got on both knees while being stark-ass naked when he proposed to us?” Oh, what a story it would make.
“You can tell them anything you want because you’re mine, both of you.”
22
JORDAN
A year ago, I wouldn’t have dreaded laying into my guards. I would have chewed them up and spit them out without a second thought. These weren’t just any guards who fucked up. These were two of my best. I couldn’t even blame Sheldon for thinking with his dick, considering he was thinking with that beating organ in his chest. Hadn’t I been guilty of that? And it wasn’t like they marched Hartley and his brother into the street for anyone to hurt them. They were in my building, talking to someone who was unarmed.
Still…