Page 114 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“More,” Jayce barks between clenched teeth.

Emmet rams in but doesn’t go deep, so Jayce plants a foot and the tendons on the back of his knee strain with their combined weight as he surges up, impaling himself to the hilt.

Jayce howls and collapses back on the mattress.

“Baby,” Emmet cries and falls on him but doesn’t pull out. “J-Bear, are you okay?” He gathers Jayce, directing his face into the crook of his neck so Jayce breathes him in.

Emmet can already soothe Jayce, and my unshed tears fall. Jayce will need more than me to take care of him and now he…we have Emmet.

“I need you,” Jayce pleads.

“You’ve got me, but your wife will kill me if I hurt you.” He shoots me an impossible grin.

Jayce’s chest expands as he inhales. “She’s feisty but she’ll forgive you. Won’t you, Baby Girl?” he asks from Emmet’s neck.

“As long as there’s no permanent damage, a sore hole is a minor offense. I’ll get the bag of frozen peas ready.” My intent is snarky, but my pitch is too high and breathy to pull it off.

“An expert. Excellent.” Emmet hauls me in for a kiss as he slides in and out of my husband.

I’ve been so used to thinking of Jayce as my husband and I want the same with Emmet. It can’t be legal, but I need to be bound to him and him to us.

When Emmet releases me from our kiss, Jayce’s eyes and jaw are soft. There’s no sign of tension, and he’s meeting Emmet’s thrusts.

“Are you ready for it?” Emmet smooths Jayce’s hair off his forehead.

“More than ready.” Jayce hitches his hips up.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Emmet gives him a languid kiss so sensual it steals all the air in the room.

Then he rises to his knees and plunges in and out of Jayce. Their bodies slap together, balls swinging, Jayce’s dick bouncing. He’s leaking all over his belly and Emmet slows for a second to swipe it up on his finger and suck it into his mouth.

“Fucking phenomenal,” Emmet rumbles.

Jayce grabs his dick and Emmet bats his hand away. “You’re going to come for me untouched.”

“I’ve never…I can’t,” he stammers.

“J-Bear, you will for me,” Emmet replies with confidence. “Firecracker, hand me a pillow.” When I do, he wedges it under Jayce’s lower back.

A tortured sound rips from Jayce’s lungs.

“That’s it. Let’s see how many orgasms your body can give us,” Emmet encourages. Sweat drips down his forehead and into his eyes, but he doesn’t flinch or break rhythm.

“I’m close,” Jayce puffs uneven breaths.

Emmet withdraws all the way and commands, “Roll over.” Jayce isn’t fast enough and in a swift move, Emmet scoops him up and plops him belly down on the bed.

Jayce doesn’t have time to get his hands under him before Emmet is balls deep again.

Emmet fists Jayce’s hair so his neck and back arch, pounding into him. They are brutally beautiful. And they’re mine.

“Who owns your ass?” Emmet growls, feral.

“You.” Jayce pushes back, meeting the punishing pace.

“She calls you daddy, but when I’m inside you, I’m in charge.” The sounds of their bodies crashing together fill the room along with the smell of sex and I’m on edge. I’m about to come, untouched by either of them.

A string of curses leaves Jayce’s mouth along with pleas to come.

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