20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
S loan was functional enough to get himself home, but he was tapped for more than basic movements.
He’d been a part of too many scenes to count with multiple partners, but something about Ezra and Kai deepened everything in a way he wasn’t used to. Maybe…ugh, emotions. As he flew down street after street back to his place, his skin prickled. That vulnerability wasn’t one he offered after Rick had burned it out of him, even if it was something he craved from the deepest part of him.
However, he hadn’t anticipated the immediate connection he’d experienced with both Kai and Ezra when they’d met. How ties seemed to bind them together beyond what any of them had expected.
He pulled up to his house, the first to arrive. When he’d left, Nolan had whispered, “They’re keepers,” and the thought of that, of someone, hell, two guys to come home to at night, made his insides ache. He’d smiled and joked about being single forever, but a part of him had grieved.
The future he’d once wanted had gotten shattered, and his limbs locked up a little at the idea of trying again.
And yet…imagining Ezra and Kai in his space didn’t feel as terrifying as he would’ve believed.
Maybe because they’d both suffered in their own ways, and they’d experienced their own isolations. Maybe because they were all a little broken.
But his trust in them deepened like the night surrounding him. Sloan got out of his car, strode to the front door, and let himself in.
He’d barely gotten the lights on and shucked off his shoes when a knock sounded on the door. His pulse elevated, even though he knew who would arrive.
“Sloan?” Ezra called out, and relief washed through him. If anyone would understand the need for a warning, Ezra would. Sloan swallowed hard, desperate to be stripped down in bed with the two of them.
There was one thing he wanted more than anything, but he hesitated to ask for it.
While the crew at Whipped had passed him around to cockwarm in scenes, there just existed a deep warmth and comfort with them. With Ezra and Kai, trying that might catapult him into full-blown feelings territory. As far as kinks went, that one had a straight connection to subspace for him, and he craved the peace it brought.
He opened the door, and Ezra and Kai stood in the entrance.
Ezra’s dark hair was swept to the side, as put-together as usual in that roguish, bad-boy way of his. A shiver rolled through Sloan’s spine, but unlike in his former relationships, when attraction had caused him to miss the red flags, he knew Ezra had a heart of gold. He’d shown it in the subtle way he took care of him and Kai, in how he displayed kindness and tenderness despite the bleak terrain of his past.
And Kai offered a weary smile. His hair was tousled from the vigorous fuck, and he looked beyond spent, like he might just pass out in the hallway. Being bound to him, getting fucked alongside him after experiencing the way the man had taken care of him while domming too, had thrilled him more than he’d anticipated.
The butterflies that exploded in his chest were a telltale sign that he was already in far too deep.
And tonight had stripped him down a little more, to the point he’d invited them to spend the night in his bed.
Fuck it.
“You guys mind taking care of me one last way tonight?” Sloan chewed on his lower lip.
Ezra stepped inside and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. The casual affection sent a flutter right through him. And Kai squeezed his hand, making him melt.
“Whatever you need,” Kai said, even though he swayed where he stood and his arms trembled.
“I just want to crash out, filled by both of you.”
Ezra’s eyes flared with heat, while Kai’s radiated inquisitiveness.
“Yeah, sweetness.” Ezra cupped his nape. “We can take care of you. Let’s get Kai to the bedroom before he collapses though.”
“I, uh, have a bit of a tough time getting fully hard when the pain starts to set in,” Kai said, his cheeks flushing. “But I’ll try.”
“Hey,” Sloan said, his heart lurching. This man was so damn sweet it gave him a toothache. “If you’re filling my ass, I need you hard enough to slip in at first. And if you’re in my mouth, there’s zero pressure. ”
Kai’s eyes heated with lust as he scanned Sloan in a slow perusal. A heady rush traveled through him, and he tugged at Kai’s hand.
“Come on.” He directed Kai toward his bedroom, following Ezra, who had already hightailed it in there.
By the time they entered, Ezra had stripped off his shirt and shunted his pants to the floor. Sloan’s mouth watered. God, the man was hot as fuck. His chest was defined, the muscles on clear display, and his thighs thick. He undid a few buttons on his black boxer briefs to draw out his packer, which looked fucking delicious.
“Strip down and get on the bed, Sloan in the middle,” Ezra said.
Sloan didn’t hesitate. He tossed his shirt behind him, and his pants came flying off next. He slid onto the covers, their softness emanating comfort. His body burned hot, his skin sensitized, and the bed creaked as Ezra settled beside him on his knees. Kai finished his strip-down, his limbs shaky. Still, a determination glinted in his gaze, a warmth and lust that stoked the fires in his chest.
“Scoot to the middle of the bed,” Ezra said. Sloan obeyed, moving down a bit. “I’ve got a pack ’n play version on, so I’ll take your ass. You can suck on Kai’s cock to drift off.”
A shiver coursed down Sloan’s spine. Even though he’d fantasized about this, the reality settled in his veins stronger than he’d expected. “Yes, please.”
“Kai, sweetheart, come lie on your side and feed Sloan your cock,” Ezra said. Sloan wanted to weep at how he took control, at how both of them cared for him in the way he’d craved for so long.
Kai settled in front of him farther up on the bed so his cock was mouth-level. His limbs still trembled, but he brought his tip to Sloan’s lips. He didn’t hesitate and swallowed. Kai’s cock was soft with a salty burst of pre-cum, and Sloan was in heaven. He moaned around Kai’s length, his lids fluttering. The heaviness on his tongue, the comfort filtering through him with his mouth full, offered everything he needed.
Ezra slipped behind him and slid his packer between Sloan’s cheeks. “I snagged the lube, gorgeous.” The cap of the bottle clicked, and a second later, Ezra’s length nudged at his hole. It pushed in without an issue, filling him. Tears welled in his eyes at the rush of pleasure and ease that draped over him like a blanket. This was something he’d longed for so much, especially in his home, in his bed.
Having Ezra and Kai with him…fuck, it was everything.
Kai slung one of his legs over Sloan’s side as he got comfortable, and he placed a hand on the back of Sloan’s head, fingers threaded through his hair. The scent of his musk, of sex and leather, surrounded him, and Sloan breathed it in deep as he sucked on his soft length. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and he swallowed it down, running his tongue along the underside of Kai’s cock. With Ezra filling him from behind and Kai from the front, his mind calmed, became a hard flatline. The dreamy, floaty sense of subspace settled over him, and he let himself go.
This peace—god, it was everything he hadn’t let himself dream of.
Ezra pressed his lips against Sloan’s nape, and the bliss rolled through him in a low, lazy sweep. The man continued to offer gentle kisses but wasn’t furthering an agenda, making it clear this was purely about comfort. Ezra wrapped his arms around him, and he rested a hand on Kai’s leg, so the three of them were interconnected. Sloan’s heart tugged hard. The firm lines of Ezra’s body behind him, the heat he brimmed with, was enough to make him float, but with Kai bracketing him on the other side, that sexy leg slung over him, his cock in Sloan’s mouth—fuck, he was blissed out.
The two of them surrounding him offered him a safety he hadn’t experienced in years .
He’d been chasing this sense of safety ever since it had gotten snatched from him, and while he’d found places and spaces where he could briefly dwell in it, nothing had touched him bone deep like this. Tears burned in his eyes, then rolled down his cheeks. Heat licked through him like fire, and his cock had plumped up again, but he ignored it. He didn’t want to fuck again. He wanted to rest here—truly rest—settled in a place of comfort he'd been running toward for so long.
His lids grew heavy as he drifted toward oblivion. His mouth moved on automatic as he sucked on Kai’s cock, and Ezra occasionally shifted, the slight movement sending a spark through him, but the three of them careened fast toward passing out. And the way they bracketed him with the heat and kindness and comfort he’d been craving, the more he wanted to give them everything.
This was why the two of them were so dangerous.
Because Sloan wanted to keep them.
***
Sloan woke up to the blare of his alarm.
Heat surrounded him on both sides, and he kept his eyes closed a moment more, just to bask in the sensation. His alarm tapered off, but someone groaned beside him, followed by some rustling.
His jaw was a little stiff, his ass a little sore, and he opened and closed his mouth to flex the muscles.
The memories of how he’d fallen asleep last night flooded him. Ngh.
“Sweetheart, that your alarm?” a voice rumbled behind him.
He twisted to look at Ezra .
The man’s tousled bedhead and sleepy eyes sent a thrill through him. His lips sloped in a lazy smile, and goddamn, the expression was hot as fuck. In front of him, Kai was curled up, dead asleep still. His thick hair swept over his forehead, and his long lashes were angelic. He’d been between them the entire night, and his chest ached from the residual comfort.
“Yeah.” Sloan found his voice at last. “I’ve got to get into Whipped sooner rather than later.”
“Kick us out when you need to.” Ezra pushed up to a seated position. “I’m on overnights for the next two weeks, so my schedule’s going to be a bit wonky.”
“When does your shift start tonight?” Sloan asked. After yesterday, he wasn’t ready to let them go. He wanted more time with them.
“At eleven, so I’m going to head back to Kai’s to catch up on rest.” Ezra’s eyes flickered a shade darker.
Sloan’s chest clenched tight, and he squeezed Ezra’s hand. Fuck, Rick had wrecked his apartment. He understood getting robbed of a sense of safety too well. The thought of Rick sometimes lobbed him in the chest, making the bile rise in his throat.
“You can sleep here too,” Sloan said. His blood pumped faster, the adrenaline kicking in. Still, Ezra was worth it.
Ezra’s eyes grew a little more steely, a little more distant. “Rick doesn’t know Kai, so crashing with him is less of a risk. I’m not going to put you in danger.”
“I don’t want you in danger either.” The reality settled in Sloan’s bones. Too fast, he’d started to care for both Ezra and Kai, and he was tired of evading the things he wanted to play it safe.
He was tired of letting Rick win.
Ezra’s tanned skin was gorgeous, but Sloan’s gaze settled on the scars. Some twisted, mottled marks were raised along his arms, which Sloan knew from experience were one of Rick’s most common spots. Whether it was to yank, twist…or one time burn. He’d only been stuck with him for a year. He couldn’t imagine what Ezra had experienced growing up with that monster.
He traced one of the circular burn marks on Ezra’s forearm with his finger.
“Brotherly love, clearly,” Ezra said, bitterness in his tone. It stamped right onto Sloan’s bones, the understanding he’d craved for so long.
Shame had come along with staying with Rick, for even falling into their relationship in the first place. As if it made him weak or less than. However, seeing Ezra, a guy who was unflappably strong and dominant, as a survivor of the same man?
Maybe some people were just monsters, and their abuse wasn’t a reflection.
His eyes stung, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep the memories in check.
He lifted his forearm with a similar mark. “Yeah, I know.”
Ezra leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I hate that you do.”
His eyes grew glossy, and a few hot tears slipped down his cheek. Fuck. He hadn’t penciled in six a.m. breakdowns on his agenda today. He swiped them away, aware Ezra watched him. The intensity of his gaze was unparalleled, but this time Sloan wouldn’t back away from it.
No, he wanted to know everything about this man, who’d endured hell and survived.
“Fuck,” Kai said, his voice gruff.
Sloan’s shoulders twitched. He hadn’t realized Kai had woken up.
“If I ever meet Rick, someone will have to bodily restrain me,” Kai muttered. “I hate that you two have been through all that. ”
Ezra lifted with one shoulder. “I think there’s a long line of people who want my brother dead. I'm at the top of the list. Fucker’s like a cockroach, though. He keeps coming back.”
A shiver ran down Sloan’s spine. “Enough about him. I want to enjoy my time with you guys. I’ve got to head to work in a bit, but would you want to go out tonight?”
“A date?” Kai asked, his pretty hazel eyes full of inquisitiveness.
“Well, yeah, gorgeous,” Sloan said, his heart thumping a little harder.
Ezra snorted. “Think we did this a bit backward.”
Sloan pushed up to sit beside him, even though his bed wasn’t quite big enough for three grown men. “We did go on dates…ish.”
“Ours ended with you dashing out,” Ezra said.
“And ours ended in a threesome,” Kai said. “I don’t think Ezra and I went on a date either, just Dom-training sessions.”
“That were mostly me thirsting over your baby bi ass,” Ezra teased.
Sloan rolled his eyes. “So all three of us are a hot mess. Got it.”
“The answer to your question is, yes, I’d love to go out with you both tonight,” Ezra said. “As long as it’s before I’ve got to start work at eleven.”
“Yeah, I’d love that too.”
Sloan’s heart thumped hard as the plans coalesced in his head. Pursuing anything with one guy let alone two was the antithesis of the running away he’d done the past few years.
However, something about them made him want to try.