“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.