Page 16 of Getting Hitched

Gray glared at him. He expected that kind of attitude from Jack, but not from Mason. “That is the point of headphones.”

“No, the point is to be able to hear something privately.”

“Tonight they’re for blocking out you and Jack sniping at each other.”

Mason tossed a folder at him. “Read over that.”

Gray wasn’t interested in talking about wedding preparations with Mason in that mood. He put the folder on the coffee table without opening it. “That’s enough. I’m tempted to tie you both up and make you watch me bring myself off. I might even do it twice.”

“Like you’ve been doing every night this week?” Jack asked, stepping into the room.

Gray stared Jack down until he dropped his gaze. “One more word out of you or Mason, and I will definitely make you watch twice. Most nights I’ve only done it once, but I’d be happy to make an exception.”

“How come you—” Mason slapped Jack’s arm, and he stopped abruptly.

“Ignore him, please,” Mason begged.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said.

Gray raised a brow.

“Really. I didn’t mean to say anything.”

“Any more complaints, any more sass from either one of you, and you’ll regret it. This is all the mercy you’ll get.”

“Yes, sir,” they both said.

The package would arrive tomorrow. Maybe he was crazy not to use it right away. Maybe they all needed some release of tension. If Jack and Mason were anywhere near as nervous about the ceremony as he was, they were tying themselves in knots. He might’ve made a mistake making them wait. He’d see how things went tomorrow.

“Will the surprise leave us sore?” Mason asked.

“Still trying to guess?”

He nodded.

“Not as sore as you were last week.”

Mason groaned. “Don’t make me think about that.”

“You don’t want to think about us beating your ass, the smack of Jack’s hand and the sting of the crop?”

“Please, don’t,” Mason begged.

Gray glanced down and smiled. Mason’s cock pressed against the front of his shorts.

“Your ass was so red, so hot to the touch.”

“It burned. It was so fucking good,” Mason said, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” Jack agreed. His cock looked as hard as Mason’s. His breath was shallow, and he was pale.

“Jack, are you okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Jack?”

“I…”

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