“Yes,” Jack replied through clenched teeth. He gave Sam a look that normally would send him into complete submissive mode. “I did. If you don’t mind, I’d like to be left alone for awhile. Go to bed with Abby. She needs someone with her.”
Sam’s first impulse was to do exactly what he said. He should walk into the bedroom and comfort Abby. But he’d been with Jack for almost twenty years. Obeying Jack was second nature. For the most part it was a good thing to do. Jack loved him. Sam knew that. Jack had Sam’s best interests in mind almost always. Tonight, Jack needed for Sam to think of Jack’s best interests, and walking out on him wasn’t it. Jack might think he needed time alone, but that wasn’t best for any of them. Jack hadn’t responded to Abby’s gentle requests. Maybe what Jack needed was something more forceful.
“No, I think I’ll go downstairs and have a drink.” Sam turned for the door.
“Samuel,” Jack barked, getting out of his chair. He stood with his feet apart staring at Sam. He pointed at the door to the bedroom. “You will get your ass in that bedroom and take care of our wife.”
Sam shrugged. “Why?
“Because she needs you.”
Sam tried to give off a negligent air he didn’t feel. “So? I need you. She needs you, too. It doesn’t matter what we need. You’re just going to pull away. You’re going to leave us. Oh, you’ll be here in body, just not with your heart or your soul. You’ll get pissed off enough at some point to see us again, and the process will start over.” Now Sam felt a little kernel of anger leap to life. “Tell me something, Jack, when did you get to be such a pussy?”
Sam ducked as the glass flew past his head and smashed into the wall. It hadn’t really come close to him. Jack hadn’t thrown it at him, but there was no small amount of rage in the act.
The bedroom door flew open, and Abby stood there watching them. She’d been crying, and it just made Sam more pissed.
“What the fuck are you so scared of?” Sam practically yelled the question. He walked straight up to the man who had been his whole world for almost twenty years. “Are you so scared of losing her that you’ll push both of us away? Would you rather be alone than have to deal with the possibility of losing her?”
“You will not talk to me that way!” Jack shouted. His face was red, and Sam knew he was getting to him. Sam had a desperate desire to smash through that wall Jack kept putting up. Being back here was reminding Sam of a few things. He was reminded of exactly why he could never have had a relationship with Julian. He could never be satisfied being admired and, in some ways, worshipped. Julian treated his subs like little dolls to be taken care of and played with. Sam wanted more. Sam wanted to be loved. He was done waiting for it. He finally understood. A real sub was smart enough to know what he wanted and brave enough to ask for it.
Sam held his ground as Jack stared him down. He wasn’t afraid. He’d almost never fought with Jack before, and each and every time he had, he’d backed down. He wasn’t going to do that this time. This time, Sam was going to win. It was the only acceptable outcome.
“You will not throw me away again!” Sam yelled just as passionately. “You will not toss me to the side because you know I’ll always be your fucking lapdog. You can’t just love Abby. Maybe it’s not fair of me to change the rules after all these years, but there it is. You’re worried about losing Abigail? Worry about losing me, Jack, because if you pull the same shit you’ve been pulling for the last six months, then I’m walking. If you don’t want me, I’ll find someone who does.”
Sam turned to walk away. He knew he wouldn’t get further than the bar downstairs, but he couldn’t watch as Abby soothed Jack and tried to convince him to see things their way. He just couldn’t.
His hand was almost on the door knob when he was hauled back. Every muscle in Jack’s body seemed tense and ready for violence as he pulled Sam close.
“You think I just worry about Abby? How can you say that? You think I don’t worry about how impetuous you are? I built a whole fucking bar so I’d know where you were at night. I changed the course of my life because I knew if we stayed here, you would get hurt. Every decision I have made has been with you in mind. Don’t you dare say I haven’t loved you.”
Sam was shocked as Jack’s mouth slammed down on his. He had a moment of stunned motionlessness before he grasped Jack’s shoulders and held on for dear life. Jack’s mouth was a force of nature. He was inside and dominating Sam with his tongue and lips. His big hands wound into Sam’s hair to hold him still. He didn’t have to. Sam wasn’t about to fight. It was everything he’d wanted.
Jack wanted him. Jack loved him.
Sam’s arms wrapped around Jack’s waist, and he let his hands explore. He ran his hands down the strong planes of his back to cup his ass. Every muscle was perfect, even through Jack’s jeans Sam could feel his heat.
Jack came up for air. His face was magnificently savage to Sam’s mind.
“Knees, Samuel,” he ordered.
Sam fell to his knees and immediately went to work on the fly of Jack’s jeans. His hard cock sprung free, and Sam was swallowing it down as he pushed the denim aside. He couldn’t wait to get that rigid flesh inside his mouth. Sam loved the sweet way Abby tasted, but he craved the saltiness of Jack, too. He wanted the best of both worlds. Sam grunted as Jack’s hands twisted in his hair. The little pain was sensational to Sam. He liked the bite and the warmth that pain left in its recess.
Jack fucked his mouth ruthlessly. He thrust in and out. Sam ran his tongue around the rock-hard cock, sucking down the pre-cum dripping from the tip. He opened his mouth wide and gave Jack just the edge of his teeth. All at once it was over. Jack pulled out, his erection still huge and unsatisfied.
“I’m going to do a lot more than get a blow job, Sam,” Jack growled. “Take those fucking clothes off and get on the bed.”
Jack stalked toward the bedroom. Abby tried to move out of his way. She was biting her bottom lip. It told Sam she was nervous. She wouldn’t want to get in the way. Sam wanted to tell her that she could never be in the way. She was the center of their world. Jack got to her first.
Jack reached out and grabbed her. He shoved her against the wall and held her there, pinning her with his body. He kissed her with every bit of ruthlessness he had used on Sam. Sam watched them as he tossed his clothes aside. Jack hadn’t bothered to zip up. He pulled Abby’s hand down to stroke his cock. Her little hand ran up and down his erection. It was a beautiful sight. The head was thick and deliciously purple. Sam’s dick throbbed in anticipation.
Jack tore open the robe Abby wore and threw it aside. She was naked underneath. He ground his cock against her pussy. “Get your ass to bed, too.” Jack groaned as he let her down. He walked into the bedroom without a second glance.
Abby turned to Sam, worry evident in her eyes. “Sam, I don’t want to come between you.”
Sam pulled her naked body close to his. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. He kissed her briefly, skimming her waist and hips with his hands. She was like silk against him. “You won’t. I’m going to come between you and Jack. It’s my night to be in the middle, baby. Don’t you dare walk away.” It wouldn’t be the same without Abby there.
“But Jack—”
“Needs to work out some of his fears,” Sam stated astutely. “He loves us. He just doesn’t understand that he can be weak sometimes. We have to show him it’s all right. Give him what he needs.”
Abby nodded, emotion in her eyes. “I love you, Sam.”
“I love you. You’re my woman,” Sam said with a grin. “Now let’s go get our man.”