Breaking through the Bond (Espen Jetties #2)

37. Jamie

37

JAMIE

With King’s mouth devouring mine, I lost all sense of reason and time. Well, at least until Hayes started to move. I’d taken two men before and knew the immense pressure and pleasure King would soon feel, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined how it would feel being buried so tightly in King with Hayes’s cock moving against mine.

It lit up every nerve inside me. How long I could hang on was in serious debate at the moment. King broke the connection of our lips. His eyes were completely dilated, his breathing heavy.

Hayes’s movements were slow and measured at first. The slick slide of him delicious torture.

“Damn, so fucking tight,” I moaned as Hayes withdrew almost all the way and slid back in.

It had to be the first time I ever saw King so quiet. Instead, moans and groans were forced from him with each thrust Hayes made.

I ran my hands down King’s back, loving the feel of the muscles there. When my hands brushed Hayes’s where he held tight to King’s hips, our eyes connected.

“Wrap your arms around him. We’re done taking it slow.”

“Shit.” King buried his face in my neck, tasting me with his tongue. His beard scratched my skin in the perfect way.

My balls were tight and the need to come rode me hard. I wasn’t always up for following directions, but Hayes’s powerful hips would send King flying if I didn’t hold us steady. This was exactly what I needed from these two men.

I wrapped one arm around King’s waist and the other around his shoulders. Hayes picked up the pace and the rhythm shook the entire bed. Each glide across my cock made my eyes roll back. Sweat formed on my brow as I held back my orgasm. I couldn’t, no, I wouldn’t come before the man in my arms.

“Fuck, I need to come.”

“Come for us, King,” Hayes said low. “Let go.”

A long, low moan tore from King as he sank his teeth into my shoulder. I felt the first jet of cum burst between us as his hole clamped down on us. That last bit of pressure pulled me over the edge with shouts echoing around the room. I filled King’s body with jet after jet of my release.

Hayes slammed into him a few more times before a deep, satisfied moan signaled his own release. When he stopped moving, he pulled carefully from King’s body and dropped down onto the bed next to us. With my grip still firmly around King, I rolled to my side, taking him with me and letting my cock slip free.

There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be sore tomorrow. Hayes wrapped his arms around us and we all lay there for a bit, coming down from one of the most cataclysmic sex moments of my life. I might have been in bed with two men before, but nothing could be said of the connection when love was involved.

King moved slightly. “I need a shower. Too bad we don’t have a hot tub. It would feel good right about now.”

God, I wanted to ask them to move in with me. To live in my place. I just wasn’t sure I could ask them to give up their condo. Was it fair? Not to mention, I hadn’t told Hayes how I felt and wasn’t sure if he felt the same way about me. That had to be the first step before I could ask them about living together.

What I wouldn’t give for all three of us to be together every night in bed, and wake up every morning without having to worry about getting clothes or food going bad in the fridge.

The thought of food must have triggered the emptiness of my stomach. A loud grumble filled the space between us. Hayes looked over King’s shoulder at me.

“Hungry?”

“Starving. It’s my fault though. We were supposed to have dinner—”

“We can still eat together.” He glanced down at the man between us, then back up at me. “I can make sandwiches.”

“I can cook,” King mumbled.

I ran my hand lightly over his hip. “No, let me get you in the shower. You’re going to be even more sore tomorrow. Hayes will have food ready when we’re done.”

Hayes smiled and leaned forward, kissing me, and stealing my breath. Never in a million years would I have guessed two men would get me to give up my partying ways. Yet, I fell hard and fast for both these men.

Hayes then kissed King’s cheek. “Let Jamie take care of you, and I’ll handle food.”

It took a little more convincing. The moment King sat up, swearing he’d make dinner, a pained moan left his lips, and he finally gave in to our plan.

I turned the shower on in King’s bathroom, letting the water get nice and hot before I guided him inside. He melted into the steaming water while I washed every part of him, taking care when I got to his ass. He had a workout tomorrow. Anything to help ease the pain in his muscles would be good.

We finished drying off just in time to hear Hayes call from the kitchen that everything was ready. King’s movements were a little slower than normal as he pulled on a pair of mesh shorts.

“I’m sorry you’re sore.” I ran my hand down my back.

He smiled. “Worth it. We’re doing that again, but I need ample time to recover.”

I laughed and led King from the bedroom. He and Hayes always had a way of lifting the weight off my shoulders for a little while. Hayes had three plates set out on the island.

King pointed at the food. “That doesn’t belong on there.”

Hayes chuckled. I glanced back and forth between the two of them, waiting for someone to share. “King doesn’t like potato salad. Well, he likes it but not this particular one.”

“That potato salad was only made to piss me off. It didn’t even go with what I cooked.”

I sat down on the stool and looked at King. “And potato salad doesn’t go with sandwiches?”

King rolled his eyes and sat down gingerly. “Of course it does.” His gaze landed right on Hayes. “It doesn’t go with what I made for lunch for Maia and Tag.”

Hayes finally got his laughter under control. “Maia made it to fuck with King.” I started laughing. After meeting Maia a few times, I could only imagine the smirk on her face when she walked in with the dish. “But she makes the best salads.”

King grumbled under his breath while he picked up his fork. After that, there wasn’t much talking. I retrieved three bottles of water from the fridge. A drink sounded good, but these two men were like their own kind of stimulant for me. Everything they did or said made the shitty parts of my day disappear. I had to wonder if it would be like this every day of our lives.

We finished eating. Everything was put away and the plates in the dishwasher, we found ourselves sitting in front of the TV watching whatever action movie King chose. I didn’t pay much attention to the TV, my sole focus on the men on either side of me. As the movie continued to play, I saw the exhaustion creep into their features. King kept trying to hide his yawn behind his hand, while Hayes kept adjusting his seat and forcing his eyes open.

I grabbed the remote and flipped the TV off. They both looked at me. I stood and held my hands out to them. “Come on. Time for bed you two.” King opened his mouth, most likely to argue that he wasn’t tired. “Don’t even try to tell me you’re not exhausted. You’re both struggling to keep your eyes open.”

Hayes placed his hand in mine, and I yanked him up and into my arms. Placing a kiss to his lips, I leaned back. “Now, this is much better.”

Exactly like I thought, King was on his feet in seconds with a slight wince, with his arms around us both. “Are you coming to bed with us?”

“I am.” I hated sleeping alone anymore.

“Good.”

Hand in hand we walked down the hall, turning into King’s room. I stripped out of my shorts while King and Hayes took turns using the bathroom. They climbed into bed, and I followed right behind.

The soft snores of both men filled the room in no time. I knew between the nights we spent in bed together and the hard work they put in at the rink all day, it took everything out of them. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered why they were willing to put up with my antics.

It had been selfish enough of me to drag them over to O’Malley’s when I was supposed to meet them here. I just couldn’t bring myself to go to them when my mood was absolutely shit. Stopping at the pub had given me time to calm down after lunch with my dad. And I knew if I went home, I’d end up drinking more than I should. I needed a place to go to collect my thoughts. Dad went all out today.

This time he’d brought Tim along, probably as reinforcements to me arguing with him again. Much to Dad’s chagrin, Tim had stayed neutral throughout lunch. It wasn’t until Tim had to get to another meeting that Dad decided to pull out all the stops and spread the guilt down. How he’d given me everything. That it was my turn to stand up to do what needed to be done.

We all have a time in our lives when we have to realize our dreams are just that. When we do, it’s time for us to stand up, face reality, and move on.

He then moved on to what an amazing opportunity owning Reynolds Trust would be. It would set me and my eventual family up for the rest of our lives. Knowing how deeply I’d fallen for both King and Hayes, even though I hadn’t told him yet, I knew I couldn’t let them down.

As quietly as I could, I climbed from bed, thankful Hayes was in the middle tonight. I didn’t want to keep them up with my restless mind.

I wandered down the hall and into the living room. The lights from the surrounding buildings provided enough light for me to see where I was going. The living room was comfortable, but right now, I missed my gaming room. It was the place I’d go when I couldn’t sleep, killing zombies or mastering the latest map in an action/adventure game. Spending the night with King and Hayes was more important than that.

For my life up until now, the only thing that mattered to me was technology and having a good time. When Tim married Vanessa, I’d just started college and had no desire to think about settling down. Hell, I was only sixteen at the time.

With King’s sister pregnant, I could imagine a time when the three of us would want to take that step. I knew there were things about Hayes’s childhood that weren’t happy. There were scars there. And I had no doubt that someday he would want a family of his own.

It sealed the deal for me. Even though my father had to be in bed by now, I sent him a text.

Me: Start the paperwork.

I dropped my phone onto the couch as if it burned me. Maybe it had. I’d set the course of my future off, in one simple text, onto a path I never imagined being on. One that if it weren’t for wanting to take care of the two men down the hall, I probably would have told my dad to go fuck himself. But I wanted to give those men whatever they wanted. I needed them to feel secure long after their playing days were done, and I would sacrifice everything to make that happen.