Becoming Three (35 page)

Sarah caressed his nape and dug his face out of hiding. Capturing his gaze with the steadiness of hers, she floored him with her open smile and love. “Don't close your eyes.” Her fingernails scratched down his back, and she dug into his hips, holding him steady. “Just look at me.”
Nodding, Jace stared, never looking away as Jasper pushed two long fingers into his channel and stretched him with a scissoring motion. The man grazed his kill spot for the barest second, and Jace moaned in response. His cock twitched inside Sarah, reminding him of the smothering hold surrounding his dick. Jasper twisted his fingers within the confines of Jace's rectum, and Jace breathed through the shimmering rush of pleasure that mingled and then overthrew any lingering discomfort.
Jasper held his fingers tucked all the way inside Jace, and his voice seduced with that smooth, breathy drawl of his, right at Jace's ear. “Tell me you're ready for me.”
Out of his control, Jace's chute squeezed down hard on Jasper's embedded fingers. “Please.” He didn't know how he would handle this double dose of pleasure; he just knew he needed to be taken as much as he burned to take. “Fuck me.”
Jasper withdrew his digits, shifted behind Jace, and settled the thick head of his cock against Jace's hole. He braced a hand on the bed to the left of Jace and Sarah and pressed his weight into Jace's backside. He nudged ever more completely down on Jace's bud, until with one insistent push, he broke through and claimed Jace's ass. Jace's jaw dropped, and a moan became trapped in his throat as Jasper slowly, oh so fucking slowly, sank his cock deep into Jace, to the root.
Moaning Jace's name, Jasper planted his other arm on the bed and slid his cock in and out of Jace's passage, inciting incredible tendrils of pleasure all along his pulsing channel. Sarah sucked in a breath, and her pussy shivered all around Jace's embedded cock, holding him inside the heavenly embrace of her body. Jasper's push-in and pullout guided Jace's slow thrusts, and it was as if Jasper's cock reached all the way through Jace to Sarah too. Jace flexed his hips into Sarah, groaning with each pump up from her that sent his cock searching deep, needing more friction and bare mating.
Every time Jace drove into Sarah, his rectal muscles squeezed around Jasper's cock buried in his ass, increasing the sensation of the fucking tenfold. Jace clenched his jaw and tried to stamp down the quickly coiling tentacles writhing around inside him searching for release, desperate to keep this connection going for as long as possible.
Jace bit down a curse and fought off coming, but Jasper suddenly picked up the pace and sawed his dick through Jace's passage with ever-increasing speed, sending every nerve ending in his ass into a state of euphoric confusion, and pushed mightily at Jace's control. His motions pushed Jace's, and Jace drove himself into Sarah with fast, sharp stabs that matched Jasper's. At the same time, he couldn't look away from the lust and love darkening Sarah's gaze. She clutched his waist with a hold that would leave bruises, her skin shone with arousal, and her dark nipples were twisted to tiny points he knew must hurt.
Heat suddenly seared Jace's back, and Jasper licked a line up his nape. “Touch her.” He nuzzled his face into the side of Jace's neck and sucked hard on the skin there. His hot breath snaked into Jace's ear. “Make her come for you.”
A low groan, full of need, escaped Jace, and he shoved his hand between his and Sarah's bodies as if Jasper controlled it. He delved and surrounded Sarah's clit with his fingers just as he leaned down and captured her lips in an open, claiming kiss. She surged up to meet his touch, wrapped her legs around his and Jasper's backs, and tied them all together in a suffocating tangle Jace never wanted to leave. Buried all the way inside her, with Jasper tucked deep in him, Jace owned Sarah's mouth and worked her bead over with a whipping, three-finger attack that had her writhing and whimpering under him in the basest, most beautiful display.
He held her stare and whispered into her mouth, “Come for us right now.”
Looking into his eyes, she dug her small fingernails into his flesh, jolted from top to bottom, and shouted with a stripped-bare voice as release consumed her. Her hips bucked in sharp, fast stabs, and then—
oh fuck
—her sex contracted around his embedded cock in the most incredible hold, wringing out his ultrasensitive length from tip to root. Every nerve ending on Jace's penis felt individually massaged and tended to, and Sarah dragged him right into a place he'd never gone before. No chance to pull out, no matter that he didn't need to, Jace shuddered as orgasm overtook him, and he spilled his seed deep inside her core. On top of him, Jasper grunted and bit Jace's shoulder. His teeth broke through skin, and then Jace's ass filled with wet heat as Jasper lost it and came inside him.
Oh…ohhh fucking shit, it's too much.
Jace couldn't stop shaking as he absorbed Jasper and Sarah above and below him, surrounding him in a cocoon of safety, acceptance, and even wanting…and he came again. He trembled the whole way through it, but Sarah just rubbed her hands up and down his sides, and Jasper brushed kisses on his shoulder and nape, quietly letting him work his way through the overwhelming emotion.
Eventually, Jace's breathing returned to normal levels, and Jasper gently withdrew from his ass. He rubbed his rough hand across Jace's buttocks and then shifted onto the bed.
Jace couldn't tear away from Sarah just yet, and a thousand things he needed to say lay trapped in the tightness surrounding his chest. He caressed her cheek, brushed his fingers over her hair, and got lost in her all over again. “I love you so fucking much.” His admission was ragged, and it still gutted his insides to say it. “I always have.”
A tear ran unchecked down her cheek. “I know.” She leaned up and brushed a kiss on his lips, then cupped his cheek with the softest yet most reassuring touch. “I love you too, and I promise you I am never going to stop.”
He trapped her hand against his mouth and kissed the palm. “Thank you.” Jace blinked, looked away, and found Jasper and his sweet gaze watching the two of them. “And you…” He snaked his hand around Jasper's neck and pulled him in for a brief, hard kiss. “Christ. How did you become so goddamn important to me so fast?”
Jasper smiled; it seemed almost with indulgence. He curled his hand around the back of Jace's head and kissed his temple. “I love you too, Jace.”
“Yeah.” Jace's voice grew rough again. He rubbed his thumb over Jasper's jaw and cheek, loving the feel of this gentle man. “That's what I meant.”
“I know.”
Jace cleared his throat, searching for control again. He shifted off Sarah, wiggled into the sliver of space on the bed between her and Jasper, and tugged them both in against his sides. “So, where do you want to go for dinner? My treat.”
Sarah and Jasper looked at each other across the span of Jace's chest, then leaned in over him and exchanged whispers that had both of them nodding. Their mouths brushed against each other, teasing at first, but quickly progressed to Jasper holding Sarah's head in place and angling his lips across hers with a low moan as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Jace's balls and cock somehow twitched as he watched them devour each other against his chest.
Then they each grabbed him around the neck and dragged him into the fire of their coupling. Jace moaned and succumbed completely to the draw they both owned in him, no longer caring if he ever ate dinner again.

Sarah could hear the whispers going back and forth between her two men as she adjusted the framed, colored-pencil sketch on the living room wall
just so.
Jace, his voice deep and low, said, “What do you think it's supposed to be?”
“Not sure,” Jasper answered, his words spoken equally under his breath. “It's awful colorful, though.” Through the reflection in the picture's glass, Sarah could see Jasper put a hand up in front of his eyes. “Feel like I might need sunglasses when I look at it, or I'll go blind.”
“Don't walk toward the light!” Jace gave up any pretense of whispering and grabbed for Jasper, pretending to pull him away from the lure of the picture. “I'll save you.”
Sarah watched her guys in the reflection of the glass and tried to stifle a laugh. They were so cute and sweet together, though, and she couldn't hold back a smile. She stared at the blurred picture of them, Jasper in his western shirt and snug blue jeans that hugged his long cowboy legs, and his blond hair tamed with a recent haircut. And Jace, with his dark good looks, black jeans, and black T-shirt, looking as hard and wicked as ever. They both laughed and leaned into each other and looked far sexier than should be legal.
Forcing herself to sober, Sarah put on her best stern face and turned to them with a loud “ahem.” When they froze and looked up at her, she asked, “Did you get everything put away all right?”
Jasper had officially cleared out of his space in the bunkhouse and moved in with Sarah and Jace this weekend. They had held off for a few months on the chance that Hunter might want to move back into the house, but when he remained at the motel and finally rented himself an apartment, Sarah had reluctantly given up hope that he might live with them again. It made her heart hurt when she thought about it, but she understood Hunter had to do what felt right for him, and maybe in the end, this was the best thing for everyone.
Jasper straightened and pressed a kiss to Sarah's forehead. He tucked her against his side and warmed her all over. “Everything fit real good. I always told you I never had much.” She moved with him when he shrugged. “Worked out for us, I guess. Made the move real simple.”
She choked up a bit and hugged him around the waist. “Good.”
Jasper must have sensed her emotion—as he so often did—and leaned down to peck a kiss on the top of her head.
“Seriously, honey.” Jace walked to her sketch and put his hands on his waist. “You can't avoid the elephant in the room.” He looked over his shoulder to her and Jasper. “What is it?”
Sarah linked her fingers with Jasper's and tugged him to join Jace at the picture. She looked at the bright swirl of entangled colors and then at the two of them. “It's us,” she declared.
Jasper tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “Huh?”
Jace raised a brow. “Say that again?”
She rolled her eyes.
No respect
. “Not literally,” she explained as she pointed at the shapes of vibrant color that curled and curled in over themselves. “It's an abstract representation of what I see and feel when the three of us are together.” Her face burned with heat, but she refused to feel stupid or bow her head. “It's my love for you both on paper.”
“Really?” Jasper leaned in and looked closer.
“Yeah.” She nodded.
Jasper squeezed her hand, and she swore he blinked away moisture from his eyes. “It's the prettiest damn picture of a family I ever saw,” he said, his voice suddenly raspy.
“It's beautiful, honey.” Jace slipped his arm around her waist and tucked her against his front. “Best thing we have hanging in our house.”
Our family. Our house.
It was beautiful, Sarah quite agreed.

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