Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
“How about this? We give it a trial run first. If we fail, at least I’ll still have my penthouse to go home to.”
Dayne wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Heath having an easy escape. What if they were having problems and instead of working them out, he returned to Hoboken because it was easier?
However, he also didn’t want Heath to feel trapped. He wanted the three of them to share their lives together. Willingly.
“We won’t fail.” Dayne was determined for that to be true.
Heath shot him a skeptical look. “Relationships are difficult enough with two people, but three?”
“It’s working out for my brother. Of course, every relationship can be bumpy. We have to be willing to work at it.” And not just haul ass if and when things got rough.
Heath narrowed his eyes on Dayne. “Who are you?”
He finally let himself relax enough to chuckle. “Believe me, I’m wondering that myself.” So were his siblings .
“I can’t believe you want to give up your freedom.”
“Freedom feels worthless if you aren’t with the people you love.”
“Love,” Heath repeated in a murmur.
Shit. He needed to own it. Admit it. Skirting around his feelings wasn’t fair to himself. Or Heath. Or Cara. They deserved to know. “Yes, love . Otherwise, I’d be fine with leaving things as they are.”
Heath pressed the back of his hand against Dayne’s forehead. “Nope. No fever.”
Dayne shoved his hand away as an idea popped into his noggin. “If you or Cara need more privacy, or even a break, you could always use Dylan’s wing. Once they move into their new house, that’ll give us extra space. We could also put your office over there. It’ll give you peace and privacy to work.”
“Have you run that idea past your siblings?”
No, he hadn’t since he just thought of it.
“I will.” If taking over Dylan’s wing didn’t work, they could always build their own house on the property, just like his brother, Erin, and Ford were doing.
And if they did that, they could potentially close off both wings from the main house and rent them out like they did the lake cabins.
More income was always good.
“So, you love us, huh? It’s more than hot sex?” Heath asked.
“You’re going to make me say it?”
Heath grinned. “Of course. Did I not admit that I fell in love with both you and Cara? And guess what? I didn’t break out in a cold sweat.”
“Have you told Cara?”
“No, not yet. But I will,” Heath answered. “Will you tell her? ”
“Yes.”
“Will you tell me?”
“Can I show you instead?”
“You can after you actually say the words. To me. Directly.” He gave Dayne a toothy smile.
“Damn it,” Dayne grumbled, pretending to be annoyed.
Heath chuckled. “I’m confident you can do it.”
Dayne glanced at Heath’s lap to see his erection was gone.
He tried again. “Can I give you head instead?”
“You’re capable of doing both.” Heath tugged on Dayne’s bottom lip with his thumb. “Now, how about making good use of that mouth.”
Dayne yanked the sheet back and uncovered Heath’s now-soft cock. That was an easy fix.
Heath grabbed his chin and held it until their gazes met. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement. “Repeat after me: I love you.”
Like moving in together, saying you loved someone, once out into the world, couldn’t be taken back.
“You love me.”
“Yes, I do, but you know what you were supposed to say.”
Dayne leaned in until they were almost nose-to-nose and enunciated each word slowly, “I. Love. You. There. Are you hap?—”
Heath grabbed Dayne’s face and slammed their mouths together, driving his tongue deep and exploring every nook and cranny.
Their tongues warred for a moment before the kiss softened and became less intense. When they parted, both were breathing heavily and Heath’s cock was once again a steel pipe .
Heath dropped his voice an octave when he ordered, “Now…suck my dick.”
Doing so would not be a hardship. Besides loving Heath, Dayne loved sucking his cock as much as he loved eating Cara’s pussy.
Heath parted his legs and patted the space between them. Once Dayne moved into place, he collared the root of Heath’s cock with two fingers and squeezed tight. As soon as the veins bulged and his length darkened, he encircled the swollen crown with his mouth.
Heath’s groan filled his ears. His fingers traced Dayne’s stretched lips and stroked his throat as he swallowed the man’s whole length. He took Heath so deeply, the tip butted against the back of his mouth.
The taste and scent of this man—his lover and hopefully life partner—had become so familiar to Dayne that in a blind taste test he’d be able to recognize Heath easily. Most likely he could do the same with Cara.
Lifting his head, his tongue drew along the thick ridge on the underside of Heath’s shaft. Then his tongue and mouth explored the velvety smooth skin encasing it, while his fingers gently kneaded the warm, soft sack hanging heavily between muscular thighs.
When he sucked at the crown as hard as he could, Heath’s hips jerked and a loud groan escaped him.
“The only downside to you sucking my cock is your mouth’s full and you can’t talk dirty to me. That’s becoming one of my favorite things.” He suddenly blew out a loud breath. “God, your mouth…you’re about to make me come.”
Dayne pulled free only long enough to warn, “Once you do, I’m going to fuck you.”
Heath’s pulsing cock was a sign that he was about to explode, but Dayne ignored it and continued sucking him deep, licking the length and scraping his teeth over the head. The sooner Heath came, the sooner Dayne could get his own relief by fucking him.
Good morning to me!
When Heath’s hips slammed forward—Dayne swore he almost knocked one of his tonsils free—cum spilled down his throat. After licking him clean, Dayne raised his head and was pleased to see the man’s lax features paired with heavy eyelids. “Now, I think I want you to?—”
A loud pounding on his door stopped him abruptly. What the fuck? He glanced over at the clock. It wasn’t even seven yet and too early for anyone to be bugging him at his residence.
It had to be important.
“I better get that while you get the lube. Make sure to be on your hands and knees when I get back. I want that ass tipped up in the air and ready for my cock.” He shook his own hard length before snagging his boxer briefs from where he’d thrown them last night and quickly yanked them up his legs.
“Umm, Dayne?” came from the bed before he could rush out of the room.
He paused in the doorway and raised his eyebrows at Heath in question.
“Are you sure you want to answer the door like that?” Heath jerked his chin toward Dayne’s very obvious erection.
“Did you forget where I live? And where you’ll soon be living? Anyway, whoever’s interrupting us deserves not only an eyeful, but an earful.”
Heath grinned. “You’re right. Hard-ons are a normal thing to see around here. Carry on.”
Dayne strode through the large living space and toward the front door. Once unlocked, he swung it open. Only to be met with a familiar face. “You? Again?” He added a big exaggerated sigh.
“Sorry to disturb you this early.” Cam’s eyes dropped to the bulge in Dayne’s boxer briefs. Of course, Dayne didn’t bother to hide it and smirked instead.
When Cam quickly jerked his gaze back up to Dayne’s face, his nostrils were flared. He rubbed his palms down the sides of his black uniform pants in what appeared to be a nervous gesture.
But that wasn’t what piqued his attention. It was the fact that Cam was fighting to keep his eyes above Dayne’s shoulders.
Well, well, well. Dayne had no idea about their Head of Security. He wondered if anyone knew the man’s tastes or if he was hiding it from everyone.
Maybe even himself. “Are you here to join us?”
The blood drained from Cam’s chiseled face and a, “What? No!” burst from him. He cleared his throat and repeated, “No,” more quietly.
The former State Trooper couldn’t be blushing, could he? “Then, why are you here and not standing on Dylan’s doorstep instead?”
“I…I have a family emergency and need to head to Maryland.”
“You could’ve left a voice message or sent a text.”
“I didn’t want to leave without letting you know. You’re the one who signs my paychecks.”
That was true. And the former cop certainly liked to dot all his I’s and cross all his T’s. Cam obviously had a typical type-A personality.
“You’re fine. Go. You’re a great employee and we trust you. Go take care of what you need to take care of. Just keep us updated when you can. ”
With a relieved nod, Cam thanked him and spun on his heel.
Dayne once again couldn’t resist studying the man’s muscular ass as he took long strides to the pickup truck parked next to Heath’s sports car. Someone else would get a lot of pleasure out of that ass, but it wouldn’t be Dayne.
He had the ass he wanted waiting for him in his bed. It just so happened to be attached to someone he loved.
The trajectory of his life had certainly taken a crazy turn. But now was not the time to analyze that change.
As soon as he closed the door, he rushed back into his bedroom, announcing, “Now, how about we video call Cara and have her watch?”
Heath was waiting for him the way Dayne wanted. In the center of the bed, on his hands and knees, with a towel and a tube of lube abandoned next to him but close enough to grab if needed. “I like the sound of that. Is everything okay?”
“When you’re in my bed? Perfect.” As he set up his iPad, he said, “Let’s keep my idea of living together under wraps for now. I don’t want to mention it until Cara’s here with us in person.”
“Good call. We can ask her next weekend when we’re all together.”
“That will also give us a week to come up with a possible solution for her job.” Dayne sure hoped they could come up with one. Otherwise, his plan might fall apart.
“I think if we do, convincing her to live with us might be much easier.”
“I’m counting on that.” He was worried that if they couldn’t make it work for Cara, Heath might change his mind.
Once Cara’s sleepy face filled the tablet’s screen and they told her about their desire for her to watch, Heath ordered, “Now, fuck me like you mean it.”
Dayne stroked his cock as he approached the end of the bed and let his eyes roam over his glistening target. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
“Where’s Heath?” Cara asked Dayne as he hauled her over-stuffed overnight bag into his wing of the farmhouse.
Buttons darted around his feet, barking excitedly at seeing Dayne again.
Her brindle and white Boston Terrier jumped enthusiastically into the car whenever she realized she was coming to the resort.
Her dog certainly didn’t hate all the attention showered her way.
However, the barn cats weren’t so thrilled with her visits, but they were slowly learning to co-exist.
Dayne dropped her bag in the corner of his bedroom and turned. “He’s waiting for us.”
“Where?”
“Patience.” He grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers, giving her arm a tug. “You’ll see him shortly.”
She wasn’t sure if she had any patience left. Not after having to skip last weekend to attend that damn baby shower. During the party, she managed to plaster a smile on her face, but her thoughts hadn’t been in the same room. They had been up here on the ranch.
They woke her up last Saturday morning to share via video what the two of them were doing without her. She wasn’t jealous, of course, but more like envious of what she was missing out on: spending time with her men.
Though none of them had said it out loud yet, every week it became more obvious that a deep connection and strong bond had formed.
Because of that, her heart ached every time she left the ranch to drive home on Sunday evenings and she missed them every day when she was back in Carlisle. She swore Buttons did, too.
Of course, they called during the week, texted and video chatted with each other, but it wasn’t the same as being here in person. However, last weekend that video call was one for the books.
Watching Dayne first fuck Heath, then Heath do the same to Dayne, had taken a big chunk of time out of her morning, but it had been worth running behind.
Especially since she also got involved while watching and listening.
She tried not to distract them, but she couldn’t help but participate in her own way.
While it had been fun, and even satisfying, she had wished she could climb through her computer screen. Since winter was almost upon them, she was afraid her time up on the ranch would be limited even further due to foul weather. That might mean more video sex and less in-person intimacy.
That possibility—and most likely, reality—was depressing.
He led her through his wing and into the main portion of the farmhouse where Dani was splayed out on the couch watching TV. Immediately, Buttons jumped up and joined her with her little butt wiggling and her tongue darting out in an attempt to lick Dayne’s sister’s face.
“Do me a favor and keep an eye on her, sis?” Dayne asked.
Dani scooped Buttons up into her arms and finally allowed tongue-to-cheek contact. Gross. Cara loved her dog, but she also was aware of where that tongue had a habit of going. Unfortunately, those places certainly weren’t sanitary.
Dani laughed at the dog’s lapping tongue. “Of course. If it was up to me, I’d never give her back. Isn’t that right, my liddle widdle love bug?” she cooed, using a baby voice.
Dayne drew his thumbnail across his forehead while shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”
Dani glared at him and made a shooing motion. “Go away now.” She turned her wide, pleading eyes to Cara. “Can she sleep with me tonight?”
“Sure.” Despite how oversized his custom bed was, with three adults—two of them being large men—taking up so much real estate, there wasn’t a ton of space for an extra body. Not even one as small as Buttons.
Dayne tugged on her hand again. “Let’s go.”
“If she becomes a problem, just?—”
Dayne pulled her outside before Cara could even finish. “She’ll be fine.”
“Dani or Buttons?”
“Both. C’mon. Heath is waiting.”
She expected Dayne to escort her over to The Mane Event Hall and upstairs to Heaven.
But that was not where he took her.