I don’t feel guilty about listening in on their conversation, not when I was standing right there in plain sight… and definitely not since I got to hear Jack admit that he’d come for sex.

Sex with me.

Still, he looks like a deer in the headlights. A ragingly horny, sexy-as-sin deer in the headlights, but still scared of what he wants, nonetheless. These two. God, they kill me. They’re the two people I care about more than anything in the world, and I can read the uncertainty and need and desire on both their faces, clear as day.

I want nothing more than to take care of them. To make them mine.

Both of them.

I’m so damn proud of Jack for getting over the bullshit in his brain and coming here. Proud and, yeah, turned on. Kind of insanely so. I’ve wanted him forever, and then of course, there’s Cate… I will want her always.

She’s amazing, lounging on the couch like some kind of goddess.

We belong this way. All three of us, here, together. Now I just have to make them see it. Make their brains accept what their hearts already know, deep down.

Jack clears his throat, his eyes raking my body in a way I’ve only dreamed about. I can see his cock twitch under those refined slacks of his, and his color gets high as he gestures between us and asks, “So, uh, how do we…?”

God, he’s hot when he’s flustered.

I grin. Well, he’s always hot. Literally, the sexiest man I know. I want him… but I also want to ease him into it. I know just being with both of us at once is pushing against his boundaries of acceptable pretty hard.

“This isn’t about you and me, Jack,” I say, crossing the room to the two of them. A flash of disappointment crosses his face, so I rush on. “And it’s not about you and Cate, or Cate and me.” I grab their hands and squeeze, and they both give me smiles back that are one part nervous, a million parts eager. “This is about all of us.”

Cate makes a sexy little sound that makes my jeans suddenly feel far too tight. I was already getting hard earlier, just listening to Jack talk about coming here for sex, but now… I need them.

“Christ, Cate,” Jack whispers, looking down at her while squeezing my hand. I can hear everything I’m feeling in his voice, and when he looks up and meets my eyes, I don’t even think.

I kiss him.

And Jack… Jack. Holy hell. After a split second of frozen shock, he lets go of my hand and wraps his around my waist, yanking me against him.

Jack may have his hang-ups about liking men, but when he’s decided he wants something, he’s always been one to go balls-out and get it. I started the kiss, but he takes it over. Owns it. Hungry. Greedy. Claiming my mouth like he knows he has a right to.

It’s the hottest kiss I’ve ever been a part of.

“Holy shit,” Cate whispers from the couch, and I hear the same raw lust in her voice that’s coursing through my veins and making my cock try to leap out of my jeans.

Her interruption knocks Jack off his game, though, and he lets go of me, taking a step back with a self-conscious laugh as he glances between the two of us, looking like he might bolt. It’s funny, because in some ways, both Cate and Jack have far more forceful personalities than me, but with us?

They need me to push them, guide them. Take charge.

And I like it.

I take Jack’s hand again, twining our fingers together, but turn my attention to Cate so that he can have a second to get comfortable with the fact that we’re doing this.

And oh, yeah. We are doing this.

They need it just as much as I do. I just need to make sure they both realize it’s okay.

More than okay.

Necessary.

“Here, or upstairs?” I ask Cate, holding out my other hand to her. She bites her lip, flushing as her eyes dart back to Jack. And that look? I bite back a moan. It’s the same look she gave me when I spilled over my fist at the dinner table.

So sexy I almost can’t stand it.

“Careful,” Jack whispers, his voice husky and raw and shooting straight to my dick.

But… careful?

I look over at him, catching my breath at the heat in his eyes. His breath quickens as he holds my gaze, but then he clears his throat and—oh fucking God, adorable—he blushes as he looks away from me, back at Cate.

“She fucked up her foot earlier,” he tells me. “If we’re taking her up to the bedroom, gotta watch it.”

Cate looks surprised, then touched. “You’re pretty good at this caring thing, Jack,” she says, giving him a smile that melts my heart.

These two.

God.

How do you explain to two people like Cate and Jack that your first crush as a kid was on both of them, that the torch you’ve been carrying since you were a teenager was for two people at the same time? Having them here together—this—it’s a dream come true. And after a lifetime of seeing them hurt each other? What I see in Cate’s eyes—Jack’s, too, as he goes even pinker but doesn’t look away from her—it kills me in the best possible way.

I love them.

I really do.

I clear my throat. I don’t think either one is ready to hear that from me, but sex? Sex is a great way to show it. Hot, yeah, but with Cate and Jack, something more than just hot, too.

“Here works,” I say, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, Jack grabs the edges of the blanket that’s wrapped around her and yanks, almost tumbling her off the couch. I laugh—eager, much?—but then groan at the sight he’s revealed.

Cate’s laughing too, her hands fluttering over her delectable body as if she thinks she should cover herself… but much to my delight, she doesn’t. Bold little Wildcat. Watching her come into her own is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Well, one of the sexiest things, at least. I glance at Jack, grinning with his face lit up like he’s actually let go of his worries for once and decided it’s okay to enjoy himself. Yeah, that would be the other.

Cate’s wearing nothing but a pair of soft panties and a white camisole-looking top, and just seeing all that smooth skin and the heat in Jack’s gaze as he stares down at her too, I’m suddenly reminded of how incredible she looked with Jack deep inside her.

Her top looks coffee stained, and her skin is flushed pink around it. I almost frown, wanting to make sure she’s okay, but I can tell her attention isn’t on that…. and the heat in her eyes? My cock jerks again, throbbing as it swells, and when I see Jack palm himself through his slacks out of the corner of my eye, it jerks even harder, making my jeans suddenly feel uncomfortably tight.

I want Jack’s hand on me, too.

Hell, I want my hands on him. But we’ll start with Cate today. I’ll take care of what looks like a light burn, but I’m not going to let it slow this down since she doesn’t seem worried about it. And focusing on Cate? It will make it easier on Jack, I hope.

Less likelihood of another post-sex freak-out.

As if she’s read my mind, Cate gives another one of those sexy little moans and stops trying to cover herself. Instead, she arches her back, lying herself out on the couch like a buffet. And her face? Oh, sweet heaven. It’s clear as day that she wants this as badly as I do. She wants me, wants Jack, too.

Wants everything that the three of us could be.

Should be.

I squeeze Jack’s hand one more time before letting go of it, then scoop up those long, strong legs of Cate’s and sit myself down between them, settling them around me. I give Jack a look, nodding toward the far end of the couch, and he gets my message loud and clear, scrambling to position himself at her head.

Cate’s eyes go wide as she realizes what’s happening—that her whole body is stretched out between me and Jack and that she’s the center of our combined attention. A beautiful blush creeps across her face, spreads down her chest, colors the tops of those luscious breasts a sweeter shade of pink than the coffee burn—peeking out from that should-have-looked-innocent top that, on her, is as hot as hell.

“Oh,” she says, licking her lips as her lovely thighs tremble on my lap. “Um. Hi, guys.”

Jack’s finally got himself back in the game. He leans down and kisses her without any further prompting from me, holding her wrists in one hand while he tangles the other in her hair. I watch them, stroking myself through my jeans, until they break apart.

Cate stares up at him, her pupils blown.

Jack smirks, that sexy, cocky bad boy making an appearance. “Hi,” he says… and the way it comes out, possessive and back in control, makes Cate shiver and my cock leap against my palm.

I lift Cate’s ankle up to my lips, not taking my eyes off the two of them, and start kissing a line slowly up her long leg, finishing with a tiny bite at her thigh.

She gasps, her knees spreading apart and lifting her hips toward my mouth.

An invitation I will definitely take her up on… in a minute.

“Hi,” I tease when she pouts at me stopping. My fingers trace up and down the inside of her bare thigh, and Jack laughs.

“You gonna give the lady what she wants, Dylan?”

He’s still holding her wrists with one hand, but his other is stroking her face now… her throat… skimming over the tops of her breasts, careful of her pinned skin there as he teases her nipples through the thin material of her little top. Watching it is as erotica as hell, and when he moves his hand back up to cup her jaw, she sucks his thumb into her mouth, moaning as she stares at me in entreaty.

Oh… yeah. I’m definitely going to give her what she wants. What we all want.

“Jesus fuck, Wildcat,” Jack whispers, shifting in his seat.

His cock has got to be as rock-hard as mine, and I know that suction action she’s treating his thumb to has got to be making it throb.

It’s sure doing it to mine.

And Cate… Cate’s hips are squirming something fierce. Those cute cotton panties she’s got on look like they’re soaked through—she gets so fucking wet it’s insane—and all I can think about is how Jack made her ask for his mouth before he tasted her.

Cate needs to know she can have what she wants, whatever she wants… but she’s going to have to let us know.

“Do you need something, Cate?” I tease, letting the fingers I’d been trailing over her thighs skim over her mound.

She gasps, arching up, and nods.

“Tell him, Wildcat,” Jack growls, and he lets go of her wrists to rub his cock, pressing the rich material of his slacks over that hard length that I can’t wait to get my hands on at some point.

Cate pulls Jack’s thumb out of her mouth—a long, slow glide and a lick at the end that has us both groaning—and then murmurs, “Touch me, Dylan.” She’s gone pink, but she’s holding my gaze. “Please.”

I grin. “Hands?” I ask, pressing the heel of one hand against the soaked panties while I spread her thighs wider with my other. “Or mouth?”

“It’s always about eating with you, Dylan,” Jack teases, making me laugh as Cate moans.

“You read my mind,” I tell him.

Cate swears softly, and Jack laughs, grabbing her wrists again. She squirms as we each hold her tightly, then gasps as I let up on the pressure from my hand and go back to tracing my fingers lightly over the top, circling her clit through the wet material.

I wink at her. “Sorry, Cate, didn’t quite catch that, what’d you say?”

“I said, don’t tease!” She pulls her hands free and grabs my shirt, yanking me down toward her, and Jack laughs.

The sound turns into more of a groan as Cate kisses me, and I hear his breath get shallower while he watches us. His hands reach down and slip under her top to cup her breasts again, teasing at her nipples, and Cate breaks our kiss with a little sound of delight, arching into Jack’s touch.

“Please,” she gasps. “Touching can come another time. I need… need one of you inside me.”

I look at Jack, and his eyes go hot. For a minute, I think he’s going to suggest something else entirely, but then a shudder goes through him, and he grins.

“You got to watch last time,” he says, pulling her top off and setting those gorgeous breasts free. “I’d fucking love to see how you look inside her, Dylan. Watching you fuck would be… damn.”

A muscle twitches in Jack’s neck, and he gives me a wicked, wicked smile.

My throat goes dry. “See if you can keep each other occupied for a minute, yeah?”

I pull Cate’s panties off as I stand, and as tempting as it is to stay and watch what they get up to, my dick is too hard to wait.

I head toward the bathroom, tossing over my shoulder, “We keep doing this, I’m going to start putting condoms all over the house.”

“That’s what cookie jars are for!” Cate calls after me, and I hear her and Jack laughing, a laugh that cuts off into muffled moans that are all the hotter since whatever they’re doing to earn those sounds is left to my imagination.

I grab the box of condoms and head back as fast as I can, not wanting to miss the sight of them even for a moment.

Cate, naked, flushed, and needy on the couch, is a sight I could drink in every day. But Cate plus Jack? He made quick work of getting out of that suit, and his body makes my mouth water. The two of them are pressed together, his mouth locked on her throat and her hand wrapped around his cock. His hands overflow with those amazing breasts, and when he pinches her nipples, she practically comes off the couch.

“Oh, Lord, you two,” I gasp, tossing the condoms down on the coffee table and shucking off my jeans and shirt as fast as I can. Jack’s still up near Cate’s head, and I nudge her thighs open to make room for me, suddenly overcome with an urgency that isn’t at all like my usual patience and control in the bedroom.

God, can you blame me, though? With Cate, even something as simple as spreading her legs open is indescribably hot. Her eyes drift open, pupils so big that they’re all I can see under her hooded lids as she stares at my cock. Her lips are parted, short, panting breaths escaping as Jack’s mouth moves from her throat down to suck her breasts.

“Please,” she whispers, and… yes.

Anything.

I’d do anything for her.

And him.

Jack sits back up, staring at me hungrily. “Fuck her, Dylan,” he grits out, covering Cate’s hand with his own as he starts to thrust into their fists. “I want to see you two. Want…”

I don’t even think he realizes he’s let his words drift off like that, his eyes are locked on my cock so hard. I suit up faster than I ever have, wanting to give them both what they’re asking for, and knowing how wet she is, I don’t even hesitate.

Pulling Cate’s legs around my hips, I drive into her with one thrust.

She gasps, arching up to meet me, and her tight, wet heat—it is heaven. Fucking heaven.

I grab one of her thighs, pulling her more tightly against me as I drive into her again, and press my other hand against her clit.

“Dylan,” she cries, her head falling back and mouth falling open in a soundless cry.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jack groans, and there’s a gorgeous blush across his cheeks that I think he’d deny until his dying day if I pointed it out.

Or maybe not.

It looks like he’s just as far gone as we are, beyond caring about the stupid shit that normally swamps our day-to-day lives. I hold his gaze as I sink deep into Cate’s heat, the sensation of her around me wrenching a ragged groan from my throat, and when her hands start to flutter, looking for purchase, I give Jack a hot smile.

“She needs you, Jack.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, grabbing her wrists again. He reaches for her breasts again, and I know she loves that, but her eyes snap open and she shakes her head.

“No… Jack… Dylan…”

She’s panting, forcing out her words in time with my thrusts. I’d meant to go slow, but she’s already coming undone. Her thighs clenching around me and little tremors moving through her, tremors I can feel from the inside out, egging me on.

Making me crazy.

“I want to… see you,” she says, using her captured hands to tug Jack in my direction. “See you two together.”

Jack’s pupils are wide with lust, his color high, and when he rises up on his knees and leans over her, I grab his shoulders, never slowing my rhythm, and pull him against me.

“Fucking God, Dylan,” he says, one hand around the back of my head and the other on my ass. “I can feel you fucking her.”

I laugh, but then he’s kissing me, and Cate… Cate loses it. Letting us have the kind of hot, erotic sounds that no man on the planet could withstand. They’re going to drive me over the edge. That, and her tight heat as I thrust into her, again and again, and Jack’s mouth. His tongue, tangling with mine, claiming it, his hand in my hair.

This is everything.

This is what I need.

This is perfection.

And then Jack gasps, his body jerking, and when his mouth leaves mine I look down and see Cate—shy, self-conscious, beautiful Cate—with her mouth stuffed full of his cock.

“Oh Christ, Cate,” Jack moans, staring down at her like he’s just seen Jesus. “Christ, that’s good.”

He braces his hands on the back of the couch, and I can see by the tense set of his body how much effort it’s taking him not to thrust into her mouth. To be respectful. To let her set the pace.

But she’s a Wildcat, now. Writhing on my cock while she takes his deep into her throat. Her lips spread wide around his shaft as she stares up at him with that same greedy heat that’s coursing through all of us. Her face is pure sex… but it’s also full of a kind of joy that I recognize. It’s yes, we really can have this.

Cate’s pussy starts to tighten around me, and I groan, knowing she’s close.

And me? I’m not going to last.

Not as good as she feels.

Not as hot as the two of them look.

Jack hisses. “Oh, Jesus, Cate, that feels so good,” he groans, moving one hand off the couch to rest on her head. Not pushing her… but definitely guiding as he thrusts a littler deeper into her mouth. And his hand? It’s trembling. The sight has my balls pulling tight as I imagine what he’s feeling.

I make a sound and Jack looks up at me, giving me a hot smile, like we’re sharing the best kind of secret. “You’re both… so perfect,” he says, panting. “Both so—ahhhhhh, fuck.”

His eyes squeeze shut as Cate makes this amazing moaning sound of satisfaction, tonguing his slit and then swallowing him down.

I can’t look away.

My hips smack against Cate’s thighs deliciously as I pound into her, and the way she bounces forward with each thrust and then slams herself back into me is about to push me over the edge. That, and those delicious noises she keeps making around Jack’s cock as she blows him, sounds that are driving me as crazy as I know her tongue and lips are making him.

Her body grips me tight, and Jack and I are in a rhythm, his hips have started thrusting—just a little—driving his gorgeous cock into her throat, and Cate wants it.

Urges him on.

Takes all of him.

The three of us are moving together in perfect sync, wave after wave of incredible sensation rocking through me as I watch the two of them race toward their climaxes. As I feel my own, building so hot and fast that I can tell it’s going to wreck me.

And then I see Jack’s hand tighten on the back of Cate’s head and his other one comes off the back of the couch, reaching for me. Yanking me to him. And he kisses me again, hot and fierce and sloppy with need, taking my mouth with a low, passionate growl.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnngh,” Cate moans around his cock.

It’s so fucking sexy—all of it—that I know I’m done.

And then Cate comes. Every one of her muscles goes taut all at once and her body clamps down on me, shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Jack groans into my mouth, and it hits me that we’re both buried deep inside her. That we can both feel the waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

“Oh, shit, Cate,” Jack says desperately, wrenching his mouth away from me as his hips buck wildly toward her face. “I’m going to come.”

She moans again, still shaking, and clamps her lips around his cock.

Not stopping.

Not slowing down.

I have no idea who comes first, Jack or me, or if it’s both of us at once; I just know that it’s over for me. I slam into Cate’s tight heat, and Jack grips Cate’s head tightly with both hands, burying himself in her mouth with a long, low moan that rips my orgasm right out of me. I see him go tense, and my balls start to empty in heavy, hot spurts that almost blind me, shooting through me in wave after wave of a kind of bliss that’s so much more than just sex.

It’s so good that my vision whites out for a moment.

But I don’t need to see. Jack and Cate surround me, and—as I grip Cate’s hips and cry out with the tingling, mind-blowing pleasure—emptying myself inside her with Jack’s hoarse shout ringing in my ears feels exactly like coming home.

Jack’s hand wraps around the back of my neck and I open my eyes, still coming. It goes on, and on, and on, and once I’m finally emptied out, Cate pulls both Jack and me down on top of her, the three of us somehow managing to fit in a tangled, perfect mess on the couch together.

Sweaty.

Spent.

Satisfied.

Perfect.

God, I love these two. I really, really do… and someday soon, I’d like to tell them that.