CHAPTER FOUR
Gray was physically and emotionally exhausted by the time he pulled into his driveway. The porch light was on, but he didn’t see any other lights in the house. Had Jack and Mason gone to sleep? He had every intention of waking them if they had. Tired as he was, he’d gotten hard on the drive home, thinking about watching them come after too many days of denial.
“Jack! Mason!” he called when he entered the house.
“We’re back here,” Jack yelled, his voice coming from the bedroom. He didn’t sound sleepy at all.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
Gray slung his jacket over a kitchen chair, then removed his holster, checked his weapon, and locked it away. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to the bedroom. He wanted to undress as fast as possible.
Jack and Mason were naked already, sitting on the end of the bed. They had turned on the lights at the sides of the bed, so Gray could see clearly but without the glare of the overhead light.
He should thank them, compliment them on being ready for him, but he had no patience.
“Stand up. Right here.” He pointed to the floor in front of him.
They obeyed instantly.
He finished stripping, tossing his clothes away, unconcerned where anything landed.
Then he grabbed a container of lube from the nightstand drawer and squirted some in his hand. After rubbing his hands together to slick them both, he took Jack’s cock in one hand. Mason stepped closer so Gray could reach him too. He worked them both with quick, efficient strokes.
“Fuck, Gray.” The words burst out of Jack. “Feels so good.”
“You need this, don’t you?”
Jack groaned. “Yes, so bad.”
“Enjoy it.”
Mason thrust into Gray’s hand. “Need it too.”
“Keep still,” Gray scolded. “But otherwise don’t hold back. I want you both to come when you’re ready. Tonight is about getting off and then getting some sleep.”
Mason grinned, and Jack laughed out right. Gray squeezed their shafts tighter, then teased them, circling their heads and toying with their slits.
“Gray, please!” Mason begged.
Gray chuckled, loving the desperate sound in his voice. He wanted them off balance, unable to hold back.
Jack gripped Gray’s shoulder. “Dizzy.”
“Then hold on.”
Mason held on too as Gray gave them both tight, fast strokes.
“So good,” Mason muttered.
Jack whimpered. “Close. Need to come.”
“Do it.”
“Yes, Gray. Yes!” Jack rose on his toes as he thrust into Gray’s hand.
Gray loosened his grip on Jack’s cock. “I’m doing the work here. You stay still, or I might make you wait after all.”
“No, please,” Jack cried. “Please don’t.”
“Gray!” Mason shouted. “I… Oh, fuck!” He came, shooting over Gray’s hand.
Gray stopped working Jack as they both watched Mason. He clung to Gray as Gray kept working his now softening cock.
“Too much. Please,” he begged.
Gray stopped.
“Help me finish him.” He tilted his head toward Jack.
Jack’s mouth was hanging open as he drew in shallow breaths.
Mason wrapped his hand around Jack’s cock, and Gray put his hand on top of Mason’s. A few seconds later Jack cried out as his climax consumed him.
“Fuck, yes,” he said when he was finally spent. “I needed that.”
Gray chuckled. “I could tell. I don’t know if you’ve ever shot a load that big.”
Mason dropped to his knees in front of Gray. “May we suck you?”
Rather than answer in words, Gray took his cock in his hand and fed it to Mason.
Jack joined him, and they took turns sucking, licking, toying with Gray’s balls, fingering his ass. Their mouths felt so damn good. They were going to make him lose his mind.
“Can’t hold back. Can’t—”
“Give it to us, Gray,” Jack said, and both men held their mouths open to take his seed. By the time he was done, they were all a mess.
“Shower,” he said, not capable of any more words.
He forced them to focus on actually washing each other. Once they were clean, they tumbled into bed, a pile of limbs and contentment.
“Thank you,” Jack said.
Mason caressed Gray’s back. “I know you wanted to wait, but…”
“We all needed this. But you’re not getting any more until after the reception.”
“It’s really tomorrow, isn’t it?” Mason said.
“Today actually.” Jack pointed at the clock. It was now well past midnight.
“Are you nervous?” Gray asked, looking at Mason.
“A little.” He rolled to his stomach. Jack and Gray both hooked a leg over him and cuddled close.
Gray rubbed Mason’s back. “I was too. I still am, but not as much. Tonight I realized how lucky I am to have someone, two someones”—he looked at Jack—“who care.”
Mason lifted his head to look at Gray. “What happened tonight?”
“There was a boy, Jeremiah, at the warehouse. He was able to identify the man we’ve been after, because he’s been living there and watching what was going on.”
“Living there on his own?” Mason asked.
Gray nodded. “His mother’s dead. He never knew his father. He’s got to be around thirteen, and he’s been on his own for over a year.”
“Did you call Andy?” Jack asked.
“I did. He was going to pick Jeremiah up at the station once he finished giving his statement.”
Mason turned over. “Did you leave because of us? It would’ve been fine if you’d stayed with him.”
“Huck was one of the officers called to the scene. He stayed with Jeremiah.”
“Good,” Jack said. “He’ll take care of him.”
Mason nodded.
As a rookie, Huck had been briefly partnered with Jack. He also volunteered at the youth shelter now, and he was easy to like. He’d help Jeremiah feel safe until Andy arrived.
“I told Huck and Andy to call me if there were any problems, and I’ll check in with him tomorrow.”
Mason sat up enough to kiss Gray, a gentle brush of lips across his cheek that made Gray’s chest tighten.
“Sometimes I’m not sure I deserve someone as amazing as you.”
“I…” Words caught in Gray’s throat. He was the one who usually felt that way.
Jack nudged Mason with his foot. “What about me? I’m pretty terrific too.”
Jack’s grin said he was only teasing, and Gray was thankful for his attempt to lighten the moment.
Mason rolled over and pulled Jack into a far more intense kiss.
“You sure as fuck are,” Mason said when he pulled back. “But usually you’re more aware of it than Gray.”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “Are you saying I’m arrogant?”
Gray laughed. “You have your moments.”
“Only when I’m cooking.”
“You deserve to be arrogant about your cooking,” Mason said.
Gray nodded. “What are you making us for breakfast tomorrow?”
“Cereal, if you’re lucky.”
Gray slapped Jack’s ass. “I expect banana and pecan pancakes, three in a perfect stack with syrup on the side, served at precisely eight a.m.”
Jack glared at him. “Don’t push it with this domestic shit.”
“Would you do it if you’d get rewarded?”
Jack tilted his head as if he was considering it. “Fuck, yes.”
They all laughed.
“On another day, we’ll try it. Tomorrow, you’ll wait for your surprise.”
“I’m getting the feeling this surprise is going to be well worth it,” Mason said.
Gray gave them an evil grin. “Oh, it is.”
Jack groaned. “Is it tomorrow night yet?”