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I rid myself of the shirt and planted my hands on either side of his head. “I want to be buried in your ass, Hartley. Bare, but I understand if you feel more comfortable with a condom.”

“You won’t hurt me, Jordan.”

“No, I won’t.”

“You’re clean?”

I nodded. “I haven’t been tested since I was with Vail but was before him.”

“I was tested a couple months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.” He wiggled beneath me until he got his jeans open. “Fuck me.”

Anyone else, I would have reminded them who was in charge, but he was offering himself up. I wouldn’t deny him anything. Leaning away, I stripped out of my slacks, boxer briefs, and socks, then grabbed the lube. When I looked at Hartley next, he was bare, on his hands and knees, ready and willing.

“I’ll take longer with you another time,” I told him.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

After coating myself in lube, I started stretching him with one hand while the other ran along his flank, then his spine. Hartley wasn’t ripped with muscles like Vail was, but he had some. His stomach had ridges that weren’t as defined, and there was a slight taper to either side of his waist. While I couldn’t stare at those muscles from behind, I already got a glimpse of them, and the hair that lightly covered his chest and stomach.

Hartley started pushing back, begging me for more. I withdrew my finger and lined up, sinking in as deep as I could, not bothering to give him time to adjust. He moaned, letting me know he was just fine.

“Goddamn,” I muttered. He was hot and tight and so fucking beautiful like this. I leaned back just enough to pull my cock out while the tip remained inside him. My hands gripped his hips, and I slammed back in.

“Yes, Jordan. Fuck me.”

Those words unleashed a part of me that was waiting for the chance to come through. The primal part that wanted nothing more than to paint Hartley with my cum.

Thrust after thrust, moans slipped from his lips while growls tore from mine. I pounded him so hard it moved him up on the bed until he was almost at the headboard. Hartley didn’t complain once. Quite the opposite, as he kept repeating my name.

I was so gone with lust, chasing my orgasm, I forgot to take care of him and chastised myself for not touching him sooner. His chest dropped to the bed as his hand found his cock. I tried to push it away so I could do it.

“No,” he panted. “Keep holding my hips, keep owning me. I’m so close.”

Curling over his back, I pressed my sweaty chest to his spine and fucked him deeper, hitting him just right until he cried my name and started coming. His moans grew louder the harder I went.

“You’re mine, Hartley. So fucking mine.” My lips parted, and I bit his shoulder as I came so fucking hard, I never wanted to stop.

“Oh my god, yes.”

This time when I reached around him, I felt him slowly stroking himself. There was cum covering his hand as the slick noise of him jerking himself reached my ears. My own hips stopped, the cum fully drained from me, but Hartley wasn’t done.

“I’m going to come again. Holy shit.” His body stiffened, and he released once more, his ass clenching around my cock. I got to feel him shoot into my hand.

When he was finally spent, I rolled us to our sides while I stayed inside him. My cum-covered hand reached behind me so I could sink one of my fingers into my ass. Now a part of Hartley was inside me too.

25

JORDAN

The elevator dinged, drawing me from grabbing a taste of the meal Irene was preparing for tonight. Vail offered to cook, but I wanted him with me, by my and Hartley’s side, not in the kitchen where he couldn’t be an active part of dinner or the conversation. Vail wouldn’t have minded, but I would have.

A bark from upstairs told me Latte was less than pleased not to be included in our gathering. Raiden had already taken her out and would again as we wrapped up dinner. This way she could say hello to everyone, get to lick their faces, then she’d hopefully be content back in the room for a bit.

My entire body relaxed when the elevator doors opened to reveal Vail. They were both in my home, Hartley and Vail. I had to find a way to get Vail to live here for good. I didn’t want to cage him like that piece of shit did. The desire to always have him where I knew he was safe was strong. I also wanted him in bed with Hartley and me every night.

“Vail,” I said and walked toward him. He looked handsome in a pair of black slacks and a fitted hunter green sweater. The weave of the fabric was small and did everything to complement his physique. “I’m glad you could make it.”

He stopped a breath away, placing his hand gently on my chest, not to push me, but to touch me. “I told you I want to be with you. Having dinner with your family is important. I wouldn’t miss it.”

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