“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.