Chapter 22
WADE
I’m not sure what has gotten into any of us, but as I glance around at the guys, we’re all in and couldn’t be happier about it.
After Jasper told us his plan about dressing in our turnout gear, it was a full blown competition as to who could get dressed and back out to Abby the quickest.
That’s not unusual in our daily life. We’re tested to dress in our gear in less than ninety seconds. Jasper, the fucking little ninja, always wins.
But, rounding that corner and seeing Abby strapped to the back of our truck, completely willingly and at our mercy, was a once-in-a-lifetime sight and I’m not going to let my analytical thoughts get the best of me.
I feel more alive than I’ve felt in years. Then Jasper dropping trow without a second thought was like a double espresso shot straight to my dick.
I’ve visualized what it would be like to see him naked, to see his cock lay heavy between his legs, with nothing but lust filling his eyes. To see what he looks like in a moment of desperate sexual need.
I’ve daydreamed about it, more than I’d like to admit but it looks better in real life than I ever expected.
Then, seeing that piercing looped through the top of his cock was like a personal invitation for my mouth. I’ve never wanted to inspect something with my tongue more than that piercing on his cock.
Jasper is leaning into Abby, whispering something in her ear as his free hand blindly waves behind him, gesturing me over.
It’s difficult to be quiet in our turnout gear. The fabric is thick and the friction is like rubbing sandpaper together, but I take a few calculated steps and stand opposite of Jasper without her sensing me.
He tips his chin at me, as his eyes shift to an invisible spot on her face like I’m supposed to know what to do.
I’ve been with plenty of women in my life, but never with another man pleasing the same woman, much less a third man watching.
My nerves are getting the best of me while I think of all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this. And why I shouldn’t be exploring this curiosity I’ve had over Jasper. It’s reckless and stupid and as my brain begins to retreat so does my body.
I take a small step back but before I can even put my foot back down, Jasper reaches out, grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into him. His lips graze the stubble of my jaw and he makes it known exactly what he is thinking.
“This isn’t about you and me, this is about Abby and nothing else. So, get the fuck out of your head.” He loosens the hold he has and pulls back, looking me in the eye. “Now, are you going to help me please our girl?”
In our day to day life, it’s hard to take Jasper seriously. He’s always playful and most often pranking someone or joking around. It’s something I’ve always been drawn to about him.
This is the second time I’ve seen Jasper in a sexual situation, and it’s like watching a cub morph into a lion. I can’t say I hate it.
The look in his eye is dark and feral. Not just for Abby but for me as well and I can’t say I hate that either. But he’s right. My eyes shift over his shoulder to Abby's gorgeous body, tied up in utter perfection up against the back of our truck, waiting to be pleased.
My body instantly relaxes when I see the heavy rise and fall of her chest and hear the almost silent whimper behind her breath. The way her legs squeeze together as she shifts, unable to use any other part of her body to provide relief to her aching core.
She needs us like we need her.
And I never let anyone down.
My lips quirk up in a smile as I peer back at Jasper. It’s like we exchange expressions because now the pinch between his brow gives away that he thinks I might be crazy with my shit-eating grin on display.
Cupping my hand, I gently pat the side of his face as I step around him and say, “Let us turn up the heat, shall we.”