Siren in the City

Chapter Ten

Jack’s hands were shaking slightly as he strode into the elevator that would take them back to the rooms. He wasn’t sure if anger or raging desire was going to win out. The truth of the matter was both felt really good. He’d been in a daze for so long, holding himself apart from everything, that the war of emotion flooding his body felt awesome. He felt alive for the first time in six damn months.

He felt Sam follow him into the elevator and wondered exactly how he should handle his partner. Abigail looked soft and sweet in Sam’s arms. She’d been thoroughly satisfied by the experience in the playroom. Jack had to wonder why he’d stopped playing with his wife. He’d pulled back because he was terrified of losing her. Though he’d played a little and shared her with Sam, he was afraid that if she saw the real Dom side of him, she would turn away in shock.

“Nothing shocks you, does it, baby?” His voice low as he remembered just how wet she got when he spanked her. What had he been thinking? He’d been viewing her as something fragile since that day she’d been attacked. Abby was far from fragile. She was a rock.

“I don’t know about that.” She seemed a little drunk on the experience. Jack was worried he might have created a monster. It was a good thing they hadn’t gotten kicked out of the club since it seemed like Abby would want to come back. “I was pretty shocked when Sally kissed me.”

Jack felt his eyebrows rise. He looked at Sam, who was smiling. “Sally kissed her?”

“Apparently she decided since she couldn’t get to me or you, she’d enjoy Abby instead,” Sam explained.

Jack focused on Sam, letting his wife’s brief foray into lesbianism go for a moment. He might have to have another talk with Sally. “You understand what Julian wants for tomorrow night?”

Sam’s face went blank. Jack couldn’t read it. It bothered him. Sam was almost always an open book. “I know.”

“Are you all right with that?”

The elevator door opened, and Sam plowed through. He set Abby on her feet, and there was concern in his wife’s hazel eyes. She tried to reach up and touch Sam, but he turned away, preferring to get the door to the suite open. Jack followed wondering exactly where Sam was going. The tension he’d felt in Sam for some time seemed to be ready to burst over. Jack knew suddenly that everything changed tonight.

“Samuel, I would like an answer,” Jack said. He realized his voice was deep and even. It was his Dom voice, but it felt right now. He rarely used it on Sam. Now seemed like the time to. He needed to get his house back in order. There was only one way to do that. He needed to smash through any barriers they put up to get at the heart of the problem.

Sam turned, and there was rage in his eyes. Jack was a little taken back by the depth of emotion on his partner’s face. “You want answers? Fine, Jack, I’ll give you an answer. I’m leaving. I’m sure as hell not letting you take a bull whip to my ass in front of a hundred people when every one of them knows I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone. I never have. Fuck this, Jack. I’m done following you. I’m done waiting for you to see what I need. You’re never…” He stopped suddenly, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. His face went slack and his cheeks stained with embarrassment. Then he shut down, his face going blank.

“Go on, Sam.” Jack held out a hand to stop Abby from interrupting. He knew what she would want. She would want to kiss Sam and make him feel better, but Sam needed this. Sam needed to make his stand. It was a long time coming, Jack could see that now. Jack carefully schooled his face. He didn’t want to give away what he was feeling. It might stop Sam.

Sam’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His face was still slightly bloody from the earlier fight. “You can’t just walk in here after months of ignoring us and snap your fingers and expect us to fall in line like nothing ever happened.”

“Watch me.” Jack stood very still, watching his partner. Sam swallowed as though he had suddenly realized he was being stalked. It was good. Sam needed to realize Jack wasn’t about to let him go. Now that he was standing here, facing his oldest friend in the world, a few things occurred to Jack. His selfishness had hurt more than just Abigail. He should have given Sam what he needed a long time ago. He should have seen it. He probably had seen it, but it was easier to keep the relationship friendly. Love was messy, and Sam was far too important to lose. Now he could see how cowardly that had been.

Jack was steady and kept his eyes on Sam. “I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve neglected you for a long time. I’ve neglected Abigail, as well. But I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been stuck in a bad place. All I can say is I won’t do it again.”

Sam’s jaw clenched. He glanced at Abby. There was a dullness in his normally clear eyes that ate at Jack. He’d put that look there. “Good, I’m glad. You need to be there for Abby. You brought her into this lifestyle and then stopped taking care of her. It wasn’t fair.”

Abby sat silent on the big chaise that dominated the richly decorated room. Her hazel eyes looked worried as they flitted from man to man. Jack knew he’d created this chaos, and it was up to him to fix it.

“I haven’t been sleeping well, Sam.” He owed them an explanation. “I keep seeing that woman try to kill Abby over and over again. Every time I shut my eyes, I see it. I can hear the crack of the pistol.”

“Damn, Jack,” Sam breathed. “I didn’t know. I knew you weren’t sleeping well, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell either one of you. It was easier to pull away from you than to admit I felt a little lost. This evening was the first time in six months I’ve felt like myself.”

“I knew something was wrong when you stopped spanking me,” Abby said with a reassuring smile.

He returned it. “Spanking you is the best part of my day, darlin’. I won’t let it go again. I thought I was too pushy. I worried I would push you right out of my life.”

“You can’t do that, Jack,” Abby replied. She turned to Sam. “And I can’t let you go, either, Sam.”

Sam shook his head. Weariness drew his mouth down, made his eyes dull. It hurt Jack’s heart to see him that way. “I’m glad that you and Jack are all right now, but you have to see that I can’t stay, Abigail. You know me. You know what I want, and I can’t fool myself anymore. I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay here. Julian will give me a place to stay for a while.”

Blood started to pound through Jack’s system again. “If you think for one minute I’m going to let Julian get his hands on you after all these years, you’re insane, Sam.”

Sam’s shoulders came up and his hands were out. “What are you talking about?”

Jack let his jealousy out. It felt good. It felt like something had been damned up for a long time and only now was allowed to flow naturally. “I am talking about Julian wanting you, Sam. I am talking about Julian trying to take you away from me. Why do you think I left this place?”

Sam’s blue eyes were round. “You knew about that?”

“Of course I knew. I’m not an idiot.” Jack moved closer. He wondered if Sam even realized he was inching in, ready to pounce. It was a move he’d perfected on Abigail, but it was time to bring his other sub into the fold. It was far past time. Jack felt his cock harden. He took a deep breath and let the arousal flow over him. He turned and looked at Abigail, who was watching with deep concern. He winked at her. He turned back to Sam. “Did you think I’d let you fuck Julian, Sam?”

Sam was dumbstruck for a moment. “I guess not. I guess it would make you think less of me.”

Jack rolled his eyes and prayed for patience. “When, in all of our years together, did I give you that idea?”

Sam was silent.

“Sam, you know I’ve slept with men before, right?”

“What?”

Jack chuckled. “Sam, I’ve fucked just about everything I could at some point or another. Even when we were here at The Club, I had nights with both men and women that I didn’t talk to you about. I’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve only loved two people in my life.” He was standing in Sam’s space. It was easy to reach out and draw him in. He didn’t fight. “I’ve loved Abigail, and, Samuel, I’ve loved you. I prefer women, but I can certainly enjoy a man. I am your Dom, Sam Fleetwood. I have been since we were fifteen years old, long before either of us even understood what the word meant. It’s past time for me to ask the question a Dom always asks his sub. What do you need from me?”

Jack shoved his fingers into Sam’s thick gold hair. It was dense but soft. His skin was tan from working in the sun. Sam shivered the instant Jack touched him. It wasn’t with distaste. Jack could feel the desire pouring off his friend. He chuckled lightly and discovered he was really looking forward to the next few minutes. It felt good and right to be this close. He brought his lips against Sam’s ear. “I asked you a question, Sam. I expect an answer. Don’t be a pussy. Ask for what you want.”

Sam’s jaw clenched, and Jack could see him vying for emotional control. He let out a deep breath and stared Jack straight in the eyes. “I want you.”

Jack smiled, a deliciously decadent desire flowed through him. He let his eyes go slightly hard. “Knees, Sam.”

Sam fell to his knees, not gracefully the way Abigail did, but with a little crash. It was something they would work on. Jack gently twisted his hands in Sam’s hair, pulling his face up. “Who do you belong to, Sam?”

“You, Jack.” He breathed the words like a benediction. “I belong to you and Abigail.”

“That’s right.” Jack stared down into Sam’s clear blue eyes and saw relief in them. Jack cocked an eyebrow, waiting.

“What?” Sam asked, obviously confused.

Jack looked to Abby, whose eyes were hot as she watched the little scene playing out before her. He hadn’t worried about Abby being jealous. Now he could see she had been pushing for this. He shook his head. She really did try to top from the bottom. He mentally added it to her future spankings. “Abigail, you’re going to have to instruct Sam. Please join us.”

She was off the couch in an instant. He pointedly studied her from head to toe then frowned. Sam wasn’t the only one who needed a little instruction.

“Sorry.” She was breathless as she hurried to get out of her clothes. She knew the rules, Jack understood. It was time Sam learned. Jack wasn’t a full-time Dom and never would be, but in an intimate situation, there would be no question that he was in control. When Abigail was naked, all he had to do was lower his right hand, and she dropped to her knees beside Sam. He placed a hand on her head to show he was grateful for the submission. Having a hand on both Abigail and Sam gave him a deep feeling of satisfaction.

“Abigail, could you explain to our lover why I requested he get on his knees in front of me?”

Abby’s lips curled up. She reminded him of a naughty little kitten. “He wants a blow job, Sam.”

Sam turned quickly to her, his mouth open in a good approximation of what Jack wanted. “Really?”

Abby nodded. “I’m really happy about it, too. You’re completely orally fixated, Sam. It gives you something else to suck on. My nipples get chaffed.”

Jack snapped his fingers. If he let them, they would seriously discuss Abby’s nipple chaffing while his dick languished in anticipatory hell. “Focus.”

“He wants you to undress him, Sam,” Abby explained. “Jack doesn’t undress himself. Be careful though. His cock is huge, and it’s really hard right now. He’ll spank your ass if you get it caught it in the zipper.”

Sam nodded and stared at the erection for a moment before his hands went to the button on Jack’s slacks. Jack nodded to Abby who had been waiting for the command. At least one of his little subs was well trained. Abby was up, pulling the jacket of his suit off and working on his tie and dress shirt while Sam was still on the zipper. She quickly folded the clothes and was back in her place when Sam managed to get Jack’s cock free.

Jack sighed as it sprang out of its cage. Sam stared at the monster with undisguised fascination. There would be time for him to look later, Jack decided. An unfamiliar impatience was on him. He wanted to feel Sam’s mouth. He stroked his hard cock and lined it up with Sam’s lips. “Open.”

Sam’s mouth came open, and Jack firmly took hold of his hair. He planted his feet and eased his dick into Sam’s mouth. If he worried that he’d have to direct Sam’s every move, that anxiety was immediately shoved away. Sam’s mouth closed over Jack’s cock, and his tongue ran over it, licking him from base to head and back again.

Jack groaned. Sam’s mouth felt completely different from Abby’s. Abby’s tongue was small, and he struggled to force his dick into her little mouth. There was no such trouble with Sam. Sam swallowed him down easily. His lips closed over Jack’s erection, and he sucked in long passes. His head worked up and down. Jack found himself fucking hard into Sam’s mouth, trying to find that soft place at the back of his throat. Sam might not have given a blow job before, but he was a natural. Jack felt himself rushing toward orgasm.

“Stop.” Jack pulled out of Sam’s mouth. He looked down at the man he’d been with since they were both teens. It felt good and right to be with him this way. He wanted this first time to last. “You’re mouth is like a furnace, Sam. I don’t want to come, yet. Abby?”

He turned slightly, and Abby’s little tongue ran across him. He hissed between clenched teeth. If Sam was a Hoover, Abby was a little butterfly running across his dick. He loved the differences between them. They were his, he thought with deep emotion. They were finally both his.

“Lick my balls, Abby,” he demanded. “Play for just a minute, then I’m going to shoot my cum straight down Sam’s throat.”

Abby ran her small hand around his balls just the way he liked it. She gently cupped them, rolling the sac up as she sucked the pre-cum weeping from the slit of his cock. After a moment, she bent down and licked the line separating his balls. She sucked one and then the other into her mouth. His balls drew up, ready to shoot off. She felt so good.

Jack pulled her off gently. She sat back as he turned back to Sam. “Suck my cock, Sam.” He tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair as he fed him his cock. Sam’s tongue immediately started rolling over him, and Jack knew he wouldn’t last long. “Relax, Sam. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Just concentrate on breathing and following my directions.”

Sam relaxed slightly. His tongue still teased the underside of Jack’s cock, but he gave up control of the movement. Jack took over. He gave in to his instincts. Sam could take a hell of a lot more than Abby could. Jack could be a little brutal, and it would just get Sam hot. Jack ruthlessly fucked Sam’s mouth. He hit the back of Sam’s throat and pressed down before pulling back almost to his lips. Those lips sucked, desperately trying to keep him in. Jack could have explained he wasn’t going anywhere, but he was concentrating on the way his balls hit Sam’s chin when he shoved his way in.

“I’m going to come, Samuel,” Jack said, the words harsh to his own ears. His eyes found Abby’s hot, hazel ones. He was certain her little pussy was dripping by now. “Tell him what I want, Abby.” He wanted to hear her sweet feminine voice tell their lover exactly what he required.

She moved close to Sam. “He wants you to suck him dry. Oh, baby, he tastes so good. Swallow him down. Don’t miss a drop.”

Her hands ran up Sam’s sides, and her tongue traced Sam’s ear. Jack allowed it because Sam didn’t miss a beat. His mouth sucked hard at his cock, daring him to come. Jack’s balls drew up painfully. He groaned as he hit the back of Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed, and Jack felt himself shooting off jets of steaming cum. Sam worked furiously, milking him for every drop.

“Lick it all off.” Abby was whispering in Sam’s ear. Jack knew she was going to start rubbing herself soon. She wouldn’t be able to help it. “Let me help,” she practically begged, and then Jack was treated to two tongues running along his softening cock.

He watched the lovely sight of his gorgeous subs licking him clean. Their tongues played along his dick, running against each other lovingly. He let his hands find their heads and stroked them both. He chuckled. His dick was already starting to get hard again. Fucking both Sam and Abigail would be hard work. “Enough,” he ordered softly. Sam would be going out of his mind at this point. Jack could see his hands were shaking with need. Samuel was very impatient. It was a problem he intended to work on, but not tonight.

“Jack?” Sam was breathing heavily. His mouth was red and swollen. Jack leaned over and brushed his lips across Sam’s. He could taste himself there.

“Go on, Sam,” he said softly.

Sam was on his feet, lifting Abigail in his arms before Jack could step out of his slacks. “Samuel, the bedroom please.”

Sam cursed and turned. Jack knew what he had been planning. Sam would have found the nearest flat surface and shoved his dick into Abigail the minute he got her legs spread. As Jack intended to join them, he preferred the bed. Sam disappeared into the bedroom. Jack heard Sam grunt and knew it hadn’t taken him long to start fucking their wife. He probably still had his clothes on. Jack shook his head and stripped out of the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly. He walked into the big bedroom and was greeted with the sight he’d expected. Sam had Abby on the edge of the king-sized bed with her fuck-me shoes wrapped around his neck. He stood driving his dick into her pussy with a single-minded strength. He’d gotten his shirt off, but his pants had simply been shoved down far enough to set his cock free. It was a lovely sight. Sam had a damn near perfect body, and Abby was so feminine it made him sigh to think of her. He watched them for a moment. Sam was dragging in oxygen as he pounded into Abby. Jack could tell from the way he was starting to tense that Sam was getting close.

“Sam, you are not allowed to come, yet,” Jack said with his arms across his chest.

Sam turned his head to look at him. His handsome face was wearing a startled expression. He didn’t stop fucking Abby, but he did slow down. “What do you mean, Jack? I gotta come. I’m dying here.”

“You should have thought about that before you pulled that shit tonight.” Jack strode over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. It was where Julian kept the toys. It was his version of a mini-bar. Jack selected a tube of lubricant, though he noted a few other items they would need very soon.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop from coming, Jack,” Sam said a little desperately.

Abby didn’t seem to be paying a bit of attention to them. She bucked her hips up trying to force Sam to fuck her harder. Jack swatted her hand as she tried to toy with her clit.

“Mine, Abigail.” He was amused at the way she pouted and gave him her sad puppy eyes. It wasn’t going to work. “Did you think I would let you get away with all the shit you’ve pulled? Do I even know all of it?”

“No.” Sam pulled out of Abby. She whimpered at the loss.

“Hands and knees, Abby,” Jack ordered. “Sam, underneath her. You take her pussy.”

Sam sighed. “Thank god.” He threw himself under her and was pulling her down onto his cock before Jack could get the lube open. Sam gritted his teeth as he thrust up into her. “You feel so fucking good, Abby. I’m going to fill you up tonight.”

“Not until I say so, Sam,” Jack warned. Abby was riding Sam, grinding against his pelvis when Jack gently pushed her forward. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his hands. She was the reason they were all here. If Abby hadn’t come around, he and Sam would have gone on the way they had before. Loving Abby had made being physical with Sam possible. Before Abby, both he and Sam had been too afraid to upset the status quo. Abby’s complete open acceptance of everything she was had shown him the way. “Hold still, sweetheart.”

Abby leaned forward onto to Sam, presenting Jack with the lovely sight of her little ass waiting for him. He felt his cock lengthen as he spread the lube into the little rosebud. He covered his cock in the slippery stuff and worked the lube into her ass with his thumb. He loved the feeling of her clenching around his thumb. It would be even tighter around his cock. He pulled his hand away and got his dick ready. Though he’d come just minutes before, he was ready to shoot off again. He spread her cheeks and pressed in.

“Oh, god.” Abby moaned as she pressed back against him.

Jack sighed. He pushed forward past the tight ring and fully seated himself in her ass. He held himself there for a moment, enjoying the heat and the feel of Sam’s cock against his, only a thin bit of Abigail’s body keeping them apart. Jack looked over Abby’s shoulder into the eyes of his partner. “Tomorrow night, you’re in the middle, Sam.”

Sam hissed, the sound a little like pain. “Please, Jack.”

Jack pulled out and slowly tunneled in. “All right, Sam. Let’s fuck our wife.”

Abby groaned and pushed back against him. Jack held onto her hips, his hands brushing Sam’s as they pulled her back and forth between them. Jack enjoyed the slow slide of Sam’s cock against his as he thrust forward, and Sam retreated. Abby moaned between them. It couldn’t last. There was too much. There was too much of everything riding the three of them tonight, too much lust, too much love. It would be over far too soon. He could feel Sam swelling, getting ready to go off. The intimacy of his cock brushing Sam’s had Jack on the edge, too. He reached around and toyed with Abby’s clit. Her head fell back, and she went off with a scream.

“Fuck,” Sam cursed as his face contorted. He shook with the force of his orgasm.

Jack held Abby’s hips and slammed into her. The lube made it easy to slide in, but it couldn’t mask her tight heat, and Jack let go. He pressed deep and flooded her ass with his cum. It seemed to go on forever, pleasure flowing through him. Abby sighed and fell forward, slumping onto Sam’s chest. She didn’t protest as Jack pulled out and rolled to the side.

“Up, you two.” Jack pulled the sheets and comforter back. Now Abby grumbled, but Sam had her under the covers wrapped in his arms. His partner was relaxed and peaceful as their wife snuggled against him. The tension that had been riding Sam for months seemed to have disappeared.

“Come to bed, Jack,” Sam requested with a soft smile on his face. “We don’t care if you wake us up because you’re restless. We just want you with us.”

Jack climbed in and slid his body alongside Abigail’s. Her head fell back against his chest, the weight comforting. His hands cupped her soft breasts. No matter what happened between him and Sam sexually, Abby would always be the one they cuddled afterwards. He let his head rest against hers. It was time for a little honesty with his lovers. “It’s more than restlessness, Sam. I have terrible dreams. I wake up in a panic sometimes.”

“PTSD.” Abby reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Jack frowned. “Is that something you’re going to make me see a doctor for?” He’d been trying to avoid that. He knew Abby would make him do something.

Her eyes were sleepy but sympathetic. “Not a medical doctor. A shrink.”

He groaned. “That’s worse, Abby.”

“Man up, cowboy, because you’re going, and I don’t care if you spank me and tell me I’m…what did that awful man say I was doing?”

“Topping from the bottom, baby,” Sam supplied helpfully. “You do it all the time.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, well I just like the sex part. And Jack is going to see someone about his post traumatic stress disorder. I’ll go with him.”

“I don’t see what the problem is.” Sam snuggled closer to Abby. The bed was huge, but they weren’t taking up much of it. They were pressed together as though none of them wanted any space. Sam stared at Jack over Abby’s head. “I don’t think about that day the crazy lady tried to shoot Abby but got you instead. It was an awful day. When it does cross my mind, I turn it around and think about something nice, like Abby’s pussy. I just take a deep breath and picture it in my mind. It’s my happy place.”

“Don’t you ever tell a psychiatrist that, Sam,” Abby said, laughing “She’ll have you in sex addict rehab.”

Sam shuddered at the thought. “I don’t want to be rehabbed. I’m only addicted to having sex with you and Jack. And Abby needs the Dom thing for more than just sex. You told her she shouldn’t be so hard on herself when she thought she was fat, and now she won’t eat.”

Abby pushed at Sam. “Tattletale.”

Jack flipped her over. That was one thing they would have out here and now. “If I ever hear you talking that way again, Abigail Barnes, you will be lashed to a whipping chair so fast it will make your head spin. I’m sorry I’ve been neglectful, but I won’t have you talk bad about something I love. And you will eat every bite I order for you tomorrow, is that understood?”

She nodded. Her eyes were soft and submissive. “Why is your brother here?”

He sighed inwardly. Her big doe eyes pulled him in every time. Leo was totally right about her, and he knew there wasn’t a thing he would do about it. He was crazy about her just the way she was. And he owed them both an honest explanation. “He’s here to blackmail me.”

Sam was half asleep. “Seriously? What’s he got on us?”

Jack stared at his lazy partner. He really should be a little more upset. “He’s promising to out me as his father’s love child, and then he intends to expose our ménage lifestyle.”

“That’s nice,” Sam said.

But Abby sat straight up in bed. Her mouth was a perfect O. Jack felt his whole soul sink. She’d had to deal with a lot of contempt in her lifetime. He hated the fact that he might be the reason for more.

“Abby, I’m so sorry.” He would take care of this. He would make sure she wasn’t hurt.

“I’m going to be on television,” she said tremulously. She nodded and her smile lit up the room. “I’m going to have to find something to wear.”

“Abby?”

Sam snorted, but his eyes stayed closed. “Neither one of us cares, Jack. Let him tell the world. We don’t give a shit.”

Abby slapped him playfully. “I do. I’m totally going to be on all the talk shows as the woman in the middle of two cattlemen. Do you have any idea how big this story could be? Ménage is very hot right now. I’ll do Ellen. I might do Rachel Ray, too. And Regis and Kelly.”

Jack shook his head and reluctantly rolled out of bed. He wanted to stay with them, cuddle, and sleep. “Now I can’t let him tell our story because I don’t want to lose our wife to the talk show circuit.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “I’ll come back to bed, but I have something to do.”

She frowned at him. “It better have something to do with practicing, Jackson Barnes. You are not touching me with that whip until you’re comfortable with it again.”

He grinned. “I promise to practice, darlin’. You never know, you might like it, Abby. We might end up coming back here because you like coming in public. God, Sam, she was so freaking wet.”

“She’s a pervert. That’s why we married her.”

Jack stared down at them, completely heedless of his own nudity. The sight of them cuddled up in bed together warmed him. He wanted nothing more than to sleep close to them, but he needed to get some practice in. He had no intention of hurting either one of them. A thought suddenly leapt to mind. He needed to do some other prep work, too. He thought Abby might like to help him on that piece of work.

“Sam,” Jack made his voice deep. Sam immediately responded. His eyes opened, and he sat up, giving Jack his full attention. “You understand what’s going to happen tomorrow night?”

He nodded. “I’ve seen you work with a whip before, Jack. I’m not worried.”

“I was talking about the fact that I intend to fuck you tomorrow night, Sam.”

Sam’s face flushed, and Jack was pretty sure he’d just gone hard again. He concealed a smile. Getting Sam hot was as fun as watching Abby writhe. Sam took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“You need to be ready.”

Sam’s slow smile did something to Jack’s insides. Maybe Sam wasn’t the only one getting hot. “I’m ready, Jack.”

Jack shook his head. “No, you’re not. You know I don’t ever take a lover anally without careful preparation.”

Abby was the first to realize what he was saying. Her lovely face went blank, and then an expression that could only be described as great joy swept over her. She clapped her hands. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this day? Can I pick it out? I really think I should be the one to do it.”

Sam’s face was a mask of horror. “Jack, you can’t be serious. Come on, I can take it. I don’t need to walk around for hours with a plug up my ass.”

Jack shook his head as he walked out the door. He needed to get dressed. “You will, Sam. I won’t treat you any differently than I treated our wife. I love you, Sam. I won’t have you hurt. Abby, you’re in charge of that. I’ve got to go practice.”

Jack got dressed, laughing as his lovers argued over whether Sam’s plug would be pink.