Chapter 36 #2
Looking over my shoulder, Sloan is standing with his arm around Luke’s waist. Both men have drinks in their hands and their hungry eyes are on me. It sets my skin ablaze and I feel bad for the amount of bodily fluid I’m contributing to Sienna’s pool right now.
We float around for another twenty minutes until Brett declares lunch ready. Somehow, I end up in line sandwiched between Sloan and Luke.
Sloan crowds against me from behind, his chest touching my back as he drives me forward with my chest in Luke’s back.
I glance at him over my shoulder.
“If you’re trying to get in his ass, I can move out of the way,” I tease quietly.
“And if I’m trying to get in yours?” Sloan whispers back.
If I give in now, there’s no going back. I’m all in.
Sloan leans forward and bites my neck making me sag against him.
“You’re fighting dirty,” I tell him.
“I’m fighting to win.”
After lunch, the afternoon sun really beats down on us. Emma and Sienna are both redheads and begin reapplying sunscreen when Sloan saunters over clutching a bottle of tanning oil.
“Jen, could you give me a hand?” he asks innocently. Dear God, he’s really trying to wear me down.
I stand and take the bottle from him. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing Sloan Alexander.”
“Is it working?” he asks, flashing me his signature smile. The one only this group sees. The one he reserves for his close friends when he’s truly having fun.
“A little,” I admit sheepishly.
I lather my hands in oil and begin to rub him down. It takes about point-zero-six seconds before I’m so fucking horny I think I might die.
“Me next?” a deep voice to my right asks.
I sigh in defeat, knowing I can’t escape this.
“Sure.” I smile at Luke whose gray eyes appear warm with lust.
I finish with all the exposed parts of Sloan and pat him on the back.
“All done. Luke’s turn.”
“I think you missed a spot,” Sloan answers.
“What? Where?”
He pulls the waistband of his swim trunks away from his body and I give a snort of laughter.
“I don’t think you’ll be tanning your cock and balls today, Alexander.”
“Why not? Sunlight on your balls is good for you.”
“Because if my woman sees your dick, I’ll cut it off,” Ryan says, passing by us to collect discarded cups.
“Afraid you’ll be embarrassed? That big-ass gorilla frame and only a three-inch dick? What a shame,” Sloan taunts.
“It’s more like a two-by-four and you’re about to get knocked out with it,” Ryan chides.
While they’re verbally comparing dicks, I’m busy trying to keep my breathing under control as my slick hands trail over Luke’s body.
Sloan and Ryan eventually move on and are helping Brett carry the uneaten food inside.
Bri has disappeared to check on Riddik, no doubt, and Sienna and Emma are relaxing in the shallow wading pool that overflows into the large pool below where Noah is floating on one of the abandoned rafts.
Luke’s been holding his arms out to the side to make my job easier but as he turns to face me so I can get his chest and stomach, he drops them.
“I love Sloan, Jen.”
I look up at him. “I know, Luke.”
“He’s everything: funny, charming, honest, talented, driven. He’s rugged, and rough, and hard. His fingers bruise and his lips are unyielding.”
My breath hitches, remembering Sloan’s unparalleled ability to fuck me senseless.
“I know,” I say again, a little too breathless.
“But,” Luke says, catching my right hand. “I miss the softness.” He slowly guides my hand across his abs. A forceful exhale makes me shiver. “I miss the gentleness.” He pushes my hand slowly toward his own waistband. So slowly, he’s clearly giving me the option to stop.
But I don’t.
“I miss the way your small hand struggles to fit around my cock. I miss your fire and your smile. I miss having someone to share in the struggles of the healthcare world with. I miss you. I know this is unconventional. I know you think I love Sloan more, but the truth is you never gave me a chance to say that it isn’t more…
it’s just different, but I love you too. He and I aren’t the same without you.”
Ohmygod, I’m sweating like a stuck pig.
He leads me to his shaft and my fingers willingly grab a hold. Because they’re covered in oil, I pump him easily.
I’ve totally forgotten that we’re out here on the pool deck until Bri comes back out and announces that Riddik is still asleep.
Although Luke’s back is to the pool and we’re the only ones over by the table, anyone can easily guess what we’re doing.
I chuckle thinking about how this isn’t the first time I’ve fisted Luke’s shaft in public.
“Maybe we should move somewhere more private,” I breathe.
He grabs my hand. “Grab the bottle.”
“We’ll be right back,” Luke says to no one in particular.
I think we’re going to get away with discreetly leaving when I hear Bri yell, “Go get ‘em tiger!”
Noah looks up from his float and yells, “Don’t get oil and cum stains on my sheets!”
Ignoring everyone, Luke pulls me into the kitchen where Sloan and Brett are still putting food away.
“Be back in a second,” Luke says, brushing past Sloan. “Guest rooms. Where are they?” he asks me.
“Any of the rooms upstairs.”
Luke picks the first room and kicks the door shut. His fingers are working at the knot on my swimsuit as his tongue explores my mouth, pulling back every couple of seconds to send another dagger to my heart. “Please don’t leave again.” Kiss. “Please come work with me.” Lick. “We love you.” Kiss.
My hands are working his shorts down when there’s a knock on the door.
Sloan enters with a smile. “Got room for me?”
“Always. Come here,” Luke holds out a hand for Sloan who flashes me a look.
“Jen?”
“Yeah. I’m in. You bastards and your fucking tanning oil stunt wore me down.”
“Actually, I think it was my dick that sealed the deal,” Luke says smugly. Ever since being outed, he’s become more confident, more playful, and less moody. It’s a good look on him.
“You’re driving this train, Major. What’d you have in mind?” Sloan asks, already sliding his swim trunks down his legs. Unsurprisingly, he’s hard as a rock.
“Since Noah asked us not to fuck up his sheets, Jen, are you okay on all fours on the floor?”
“You’re about to Eiffel Tower me, aren’t you?” I ask with a full wattage grin on my face.
“Hell yes we are,” Luke grins back.
They make quick work of my bathing suit bottoms and their hands roam, fighting for the chance to palm my tits. Seems like maybe Sloan was right … these men cannot survive on dick alone.
Eventually Luke kneels behind me and nudges my knees wider. His fingers circle my clit until I’m backing my ass into him practically begging him to fuck me. Because of the oily hand job I’d started, Luke slides in easily, making me groan.
In front of me, Sloan kneels, fisting his cock. Watching the bead of pre-cum drip slowly down to the floor, I’m reminded of how beautiful he is and just how much I’ve missed this.
Needing his flavor on my tongue, I swipe my tongue over the weeping slit before taking the head of his dick in my mouth. His hands grip my head as he violently flexes his hips forward, knowing I can handle his deep thrusts.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Sloan groans. “Don’t ever fucking leave us again.”
I hum around his shaft, my heart swelling at the first pet name he’s ever used with me.
“That’s it, Jen. Suck him hard. He likes that and no one sucks dick as well as you,” Luke praises from behind me.
My eyes are closed, but I feel Sloan lean forward while also feeling Luke meet him in the middle over my back. One of Sloan’s hands disappears from my head and I know he’s pulling Luke to him. The sounds of their wet kisses above me confirm my suspicions.
Luke’s whimpers act as a primer and every time he bottoms out inside me, he brushes my anterior wall.
The longer they kiss above me, the more Sloan’s dick swells inside my mouth.
Finally, I hear him pant. “Fuck, I’m close. God, I’ve missed you, Jen.”
With Sloan’s admission, Luke pumps faster.
“I’m right there too,” Luke chokes out. “Come on, baby. We need you to come with us.” The guys break apart and Luke reaches around, applying firm back and forth pressure on my clit, making me grunt around Sloan’s cock.
“Oh, she likes that. Keep doing that,” Sloan instructs Luke. “Oh fuck. Shit…guys, I’m…coming.”
I swallow his orgasm as my own rips through me.
“Christ, you’re gripping me so tight, baby. Fuck … I’m filling you up,” Luke says right before he spills his load inside me.
Panting and spent, we all collapse on the floor. I’m the first to speak.
“How much shit do you think we’re going to catch when we go back outside?”
“All of it,” Sloan says, his smile telling me he doesn’t mind in the least. He brushes my hair back and kisses me. “I’ve missed you.”
I squeeze his hand. “I’ve missed you too.” Lacing my fingers in Luke’s, I add, “Both of you.”