Page 21 of You're Ours

ChapterSix

SKY

“Iwould make love to you both like that for the rest of my life,” Jackson said, his voice somewhat drowned out by the spray of the showerhead.

It was the following Sunday morning, and they’d woken up before Tyler, their biological clocks synced after years of waking up to the same alarm. Sky and Tyler had gone on a solo date Friday night, coming back to find Jackson waiting for them in bed with three glasses of wine and an assortment of tiny cakes. Skylovedtiny cakes, and he was well aware that both of his lovers were only humoring him in eating the little treats, but it filled him with a helium-like joy to have a surprise picnic on their bed.

“It did feel different than it has before,” Sky said, canting his head back in pleasure as Jackson gently scratched his scalp. He’d been idly washing shampoo out of Sky’s hair for almost ten minutes, but Sky wasn’t going to complain.

They’d gone to brunch and then a museum Saturday afternoon, and they’d come back to the house mentally exhausted after reading all the little plaques and signs. Sky had curled up on the couch and refused to move for dinner or after dinner, when his men tried to tempt him with offers of a massage and cuddles.

Tyler had finally scooped him up, something that had immediately made Sky’s libido go haywire, and carried him into the bedroom. Sky clung to him, demanding he put that strength to good use in their bed immediately. Jackson would occasionally pick him up when he was too sleepy to make the journey into the bedroom, but he was always gentle and careful with him. Sky loved being doted on and so tenderly cared for. Honestly, though, he’d always wanted to be thrown around, just a little.

Tyler laughed at him, but when Sky bit his shoulder—playfully, of course—Tyler grunted and tossed Sky onto the bed. Before Sky could formulate a protest, Tyler grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him down the bed until he was flat on his back with both of his partners looming over him.

“I’ve seen you admiring my muscles,” Tyler said, yanking off his shirt and kicking off his pants and boxers. “And we both know how unbelievably strong and powerful Jackson is.” Tyler turned and, with a quick nod from Jackson, peeled his shirt off over his head.

Sky drank in his husband’s big body, from his broad shoulders Sky liked to fall asleep against to his barrel chest and soft belly. He wanted to feel Jackson on top, behind, underneath, or somehow touching him, right now.

He reached for both of them, but Tyler shook his head with a devious grin. He slowly pulled off Jackson’s pants and then painstakingly slowly lowered his boxers to the ground.

“How about if we put our strength to good use tonight,” Tyler said, kneeling on the bed to thread his arms under Sky. He lifted him up with ease, and together, he and Jackson got him undressed while he was still airborne.

With some instruction from Tyler, he and Jackson got situated facing each other. Sky was expecting them to take him at the same time, which seemed to be their collective favorite position. Tyler had other ideas, though. Tyler pulled Sky down onto his cock, spreading him open with shallow thrusts until finally he sank all the way down.

“God, you feel so good,” Tyler murmured, rocking his hips just enough to get Sky nice and wet. “I think Jackson deserves to feel this good too, though.”

Tyler picked Sky up and transferred him to Jackson’s lap, gently easing him down onto Jackson’s cock. Sky was so confused, he allowed the switch, but when Jackson pulled the same move a minute later, he caught onto the game.

The next time Tyler tried to remove him, Sky whined and begged, but he was no match for one, let alone both of their strengths. He ended up clawing at Tyler’s back and clutching uselessly at Jackson’s shoulders each time they lifted him up and off their cocks. Tyler was committed to flexing his tantalizing biceps and puffing his chest out, much to Sky’s enjoyment. Jackson was a lot less show-boaty, but he, too, seemed to be enjoying the power play.

Sky was finally allowed to come, and he thought maybe he’d be bratty and demand to be cuddled without letting either of them finish. Instead, he was flipped onto his back, and Tyler descended on him, quickly spreading his ass open with a few talented fingers, using Sky’s cum as lube. Tyler and Jackson took turns making love to him missionary style, each of them getting close and then passing the baton to the other.

Sky didn’t always call it making love. What they had done before had without a shadow of a doubt been fucking, but there was just no other word for the way his two lovers tenderly took him apart, piece by piece. He felt utterly broken down, just a scattering of lust, love, and ache, when Jackson reached between his legs and started stroking him in time with Tyler’s thrusts.

He came with a long scream and began trembling uncontrollably. Tyler wrapped him in his arms, and barrel rolled them so Sky was able to curl up on his chest. He drifted between sleep and consciousness, feeling the shifts in Tyler’s body as Jackson prepped him, and then sank into him with a rumbling moan.

Sky had pried his eyes open long enough to see the love-drenched expression on Jackson’s face. He wasn’t sure if Tyler saw it, too. If he did, Sky also didn’t know if Tyler knew what it meant, but at that moment, Sky had known for sure.

“Maybe because we’re falling in love,” Jackson said, turning the dial on the shower up a notch.

Sky had suspected for a while now that Jackson was not only falling but probably already in love with Tyler. Part of him reveled in getting to watch his tender-hearted, sometimes guarded husband open up to another person. Sky hadn’t seen him this invested, outside of their own relationship, since Connor.

Tyler seemed to be getting increasingly invested in their relationship, as well. There were the obvious signs, like a few pieces of his clothes in their closet and the increased number of nights he was spending in their bed. There was also the way he whispered “mine” and “yours” during sex. Yet, there were other things he said, or didn’t say, that sometimes made Sky feel like they weren’t always on the same page.

He sighed, but his thoughts slowly began to settle as Jackson dug his fingers into Sky’s lower back. Most of his tension lived there, and Jackson always knew exactly how to fix it. He always tried to fix everything for Sky, which is why when things fell apart the following weekend, Sky knew he had to be the one to fix it this time.

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“You’re perfect for us, gorgeous,” Jackson murmured, pressing sweet kisses into Tyler’s sweat-drenched hair.

A competitive night of hunting zombies on Jackson’s Xbox had somehow sent them into an hours-long love-making session, and Sky wasn’t complaining one bit. Jackson also looked pleased as hell, and Tyler was his typical beaming self.

“You do fit perfectly between us…under us…behind me,” Sky said as he squirmed in Tyler’s arms. He was currently lying on his chest, cheek pressed against the sharp line of his collarbone.

Tyler hummed and squeezed Sky’s hip in a way that felt like an invitation. Sky wasn’t entirely sure if he was up for another round, but he’d gladly watch. Tyler shifted underneath him, as if preparing to get up, but Jackson stilled them both with a hand on Sky’s back.

“Tyler,” Jackson said, the gravity in his voice pinning them down even more than his heavy hand, “I’m so glad we found each other. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this about someone who wasn’t Sky.”

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