Slow Ride: Powertools: Hot Rides, Book #2

by Jayne Rylon

And when Kason’s shoulders hit the shelving unit on the opposite side of the aisle, he leaned in, pinning the man with his hands at Kason’s wrists, and his knee, which parted Kason’s legs. The position allowed their pelvises to collide, even if they were slightly off center.

  Kason’s erection prodded Jordan’s hip, making him sure the other guy was as into this as he was. So he rocked against the singer, letting him sense Jordan’s own arousal as clearly.

  “You feel what you do to me?” he growled against Kason’s lips.

  Kason nodded, threatening to unseal their mouths. So Jordan bit his lower lip, then sucked on it to ease the sting. He had no idea where this person had come from, similar to the in-charge man he became when he slept with women, but on steroids.

  Once he’d unleashed this side of him, he couldn’t rein it in again.

  He figured he wouldn’t have any shot of that until he’d come. Hard. With Kason.

  “You want to do more than feel my dick through your clothes?” he asked.

  When Kason stared straight into his eyes and moaned, Jordan acted. He took Kason’s hand and shoved it between them.

  Kason’s fingers clenched over Jordan’s shaft, then rubbed it, measuring his length.

  “Take it out,” Jordan ordered.

  Kason did as instructed. He had Jordan’s pants undone and his cock freed faster than Jordan could have done it himself. The singer licked his lips and groaned the moment his palm connected with Jordan’s flesh.

  “Did I tell you to touch me?” he asked, shaking Kason to get his attention.

  Kason froze, his eyes widening. Immediately, Jordan felt like a monster. “It’s fine if you do. It felt incredible. Why don’t you do it some more?”

  Kason swallowed hard and reached for Jordan again. This time he was more thorough in his explorations. He glided his fingers down Jordan’s shaft to his balls, rolling them around in his palm before traveling upward once more.

  Jordan speared his hands into Kason’s longer hair and used his grip to position Kason where he could continue to feast on the man’s lush mouth while Kason stroked him. If he hadn’t already been as hard as he’d ever been in his life, those tentative, though skilled, caresses would have brought him to full attention.

  Kason worked Jordan like he probably did himself, with a combination of short and fast strokes followed by a few long glides that would do him in if they weren’t careful.

  Although that might not be such a bad thing. They didn’t have a lot of time.

  Someone could walk in at any moment. And if they did, Jordan wanted it to be after they’d sampled a few taboo pleasures together. He put a hairsbreadth of distance between their faces so that he could urge, “We have to hurry. Do you want to suck it?”

  Kason didn’t bother responding. Instead, he dropped to his knees and took Jordan into his mouth with a single long plunge that made Jordan’s knees weak. He braced himself on Kason’s shoulders, using the leverage to pull Kason closer and impale his dick deeper in that sweet mouth.

  Which was now licking and sucking him like only another man could understand how to do so well. Kason concentrated on the sensitive spot right below the crown of Jordan’s dick, bobbing over it while sucking before sliding deep. A little too deep.

  Before Kason could gag, Jordan put his fist at the base of his cock, cupping his balls and creating a stop. Kason’s lips rested on the sides of Jordan’s fingers, proving he’d take as much as he was allowed.

  The man was everything Jordan had ever wished for, had ever fantasized about in the darkest parts of the night.

  He hoped that when he drained his balls down Kason’s throat, the guy would understand how brilliantly he’d performed. When Kason hummed around Jordan’s shaft and his hand began to massage Jordan’s balls, Jordan knew he was about to lose control.

  “If you don’t want to drink my come, you’d better stop now,” he told Kason despite the effort it took to grind the words out between his clenched teeth when he wanted to shout from the rooftop how fucking good Kason was making him feel.

  Instead of hesitating, Kason redoubled his efforts. He twisted his head over Jordan’s shaft like he’d given a million blowjobs in his life. Jordan would have believed he had tons of practice if he hasn’t seen the mirrored agony in Kason’s eyes when they’d argued about abstaining from sex with men.

  Hopefully, after all the time Kason had waited, Jordan didn’t disappoint. He held Kason’s head in his hands and fucked the man’s mouth, spurred on by the moans and grunts Kason made. He attempted to suck every inch of Jordan’s cock as Jordan plunged in and out of the guy’s face.

  It was coarse, raw, frantic, and so damn thrilling that Jordan couldn’t resist another moment.

  He threw his head back, clenched his teeth, and gripped Kason’s shoulders for balance as an unrelenting tidal wave of ecstasy broke over him.

  Jordan poured himself into Kason’s sucking mouth, which eagerly drained his balls and leeched the last of Jordan’s fury from him. All he wanted to do was make Kason feel as wonderful as he did now, high on endorphins and the fulfillment of a decade-long desire.

  “Come here so I can return the favor.” Jordan put his hands under Kason’s arms and began to lift him.

  Which was when a blinding flash of light momentarily illuminated the warehouse.

  The thick metal door slammed shut right after, and Jordan could barely make out Alanso’s garbled voice. “They’re fine. Just…busy.” His nervous chuckle cut through the absolute silence between Kason and Jordan.

  Jordan knew Wren. If it was her on the other side of that door, they only had seconds before she plowed through it, kicking it down if need be.

  He tried to shield Kason from the mess he’d gotten them tangled up in, but he had only halfway stepped in front of the other guy—his cock still out and slick with salvia and come—before Wren crashed their private party. It scared him how much his dick perked up at the thought of her witnessing him with Kason.

  Would she be pissed or turned on if he went down on her boyfriend right then?

  They were about to find out.

  18

  Wren probably should have realized that catastrophe was the only possible outcome of her, Kason, and Jordan colliding at Trevon’s birthday party. But if she wanted Kason to be part of her life, like Jordan already was, they were going to have to learn how to get along or at least tolerate each other.

  That didn’t mean she was excited by Jordan’s presence the very first time she was going to see Kason in person since Jordan had interrupted their make-out session after the concert. Especially since she’d then fooled around with Jordan after that.

  Things were tangled enough as it was. She didn’t want Kason to think there’d been more going on than she’d admitted to. Because there hadn’t been.

  If seeing Jordan there today, while she was anticipating Kason’s arrival with every cell in her body, only ramped up the intensity of her desire, well…that was fine. Because soon she’d have someone to slake her lust with.

  Kason probably wouldn’t mind reaping those extra benefits.

  Now that she’d congratulated her friends on their amazing news, she didn’t think anyone would notice or mind if she and Kason stole away for some quality alone time. After spending every night the past two weeks talking for hours and falling more and more in like with him, she was ready for some hands-on activities.

  She turned in a slow circle, but didn’t see either Jordan or Kason. Uh oh.

  “Hey, Alanso,” she called to her friend, who’d been standing closest to the guys last time she’d seen them. “Did you see where Kason went?”

  “Unless your singer and Jordan were going to check out a project in the garage, I think they went to have a man-to-man discussion.” He winced. “Hopefully with their words and not with their fists, yeah?”

  Wren was thinking the exact same thing. Apparently so was Van. He was beside her in a flash. “I’ll help you find them.”

  “
Great, thank you.” She smiled up at him as they both took off across the grass.

  Alanso shrugged and jogged until he was a few steps ahead of them. “I probably should have said something sooner, but I figured they’re grown-ups. If they want to discuss which of them likes Wren more and what they’re going to do to each other if someone hurts her, that’s not really my business.”

  Van chuckled at that, though he didn’t stop his trek up the slope.

  “I’m the only one who’s going to be kicking asses around here if you guys don’t quit acting like I can’t take care of myself.” Wren glared at the back of both men as they neared the garage.

  “Just because you can, doesn’t mean they—or I—want you to have to. It’s chivalry, not chauvinism, Wren.” Alanso made everything sound romantic when he purposefully thickened his Cuban accent to get off the hook with her.

  And it kind of worked.

  When they were about ten feet away, he said, “I’m going to take a peek. If they’re just talking, there’s no reason for either of you two to get involved.”

  “Fair enough,” Van said, letting Alanso go first.

  The bald, tattooed Hot Rod barely opened the door more than a crack before he slammed it closed again as fast as if there were actual flames on the other side instead of the ones painted on the exterior.

  “Are they in there?” Van asked.

  “Um, yup. They are.” Alanso nodded but wouldn’t meet Wren’s questioning gaze.

  She stepped forward, but he flung his arms out across the door. “I don’t think you should go in there yet.”

  “Why? Are they beating each other up or something?” Wren tried to reach around Alanso. “Come on, let me talk to them. I promise I won’t do anything dumb.”

  “No, no. They’re fine. Just…busy.”

  “Busy doing what?” She stood up straighter and lunged toward the door, but Alanso caught her around the waist.

  That didn’t stop Van, though. He wasn’t about to let his boss get into trouble on his watch. He knocked Alanso aside, opened the door, then shut it again, too. Harder than Alanso had. “Oh. I didn’t realize… Holy shit.”

  Van immediately plastered himself against the metal taking his turn keeping Wren away.

  “Wait.” Wren looked between Alanso, who looked guilty, and Van, whose cheeks were flushing by the instant. She went dead still. “They’re getting it on? Are you fucking serious?”

  Her first instinct was to run—not away, but closer.

  “You sure you want to see that, hon?” Alanso asked gently.

  “Hell yes, I do.” She yanked her arm from Alanso’s grip and dodged Van.

  Alanso stopped her again. He’d been Kason once. Of course he would understand what they were going through. “Because you’re pissed or because you’re horny?”

  Wren stared straight into his eyes so he couldn’t mistake her sincerity when she said, “Both. But I’m mad because they didn’t include me, not because they did it at all.”

  “Let her go,” Mustang Sally, who had come up behind them with her husband Eli, ordered her other husband. Alanso instantaneously did as she commanded. “She has a right to be involved. And if that’s not what Jordan or Kason wants, they owe her the courtesy of telling her to her face.”

  Wren realized they’d struck a nerve. Sally had an experience not so different than this once, not long before she and her two husbands had figured things out between them. It had nearly torn her, Eli, and Alanso apart. Eli glowered, probably kicking himself or wishing he could keep Jordan and Kason from making the same mistakes he and Alanso had with Sally.

  Both Alanso and Van stepped aside.

  “Thank you,” she said to her friend before going inside.

  When her eyes adjusted, she saw two things simultaneously. Kason was wiping his flushed mouth with the back of his hand and Jordan was attempting to put his still-swollen cock back into his pants. He cursed as he wrestled with the zipper.

  “Wren, shit. I’m so sorry.” Kason scrunched his eyes closed. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

  “No, it was my fault. I made the first move. We were arguing and then we weren’t…” Jordan stepped in front of Kason, protecting him, like he always did for her.

  The blend of emotions that swamped her nearly brought her to her knees. “Don’t apologize for who you are and what you like. That’s what you’ve always told me, Jordan. Did you mean it?”

  “I did.”

  “Well, it applies to you, too.” She looked at Kason then. “I see now why you got off on hearing about me and Jordan and our past.”

  “I didn’t understand it myself, entirely, until…” Kason licked his lips.

  Wren stepped closer and then closer still. She opened her arms and put one around Jordan, then scooped Kason into her embrace as well. “It’s okay, guys. Really. I’m happy for you. And I can’t act like I don’t understand. I told you, Kason, when I’m near Jordan…it just happens. It’s a powerful, primal reaction. I get it.”

  Wren discovered it was possible to be happy for someone else even when you were crying inside. She kissed Kason’s cheek, then squeezed Jordan. “I’ll leave you alone now. Treat each other right, okay? I care so much for you both.”

  Before she’d made it half a step away, both Jordan and Kason objected.

  “Don’t go,” Kason begged.

  “Wait!” Jordan shouted.

  “Why?” She held her hands out to the sides, palms facing up.

  Kason answered first. “Because I came here to see you today. What happened doesn’t erase everything we’ve shared the past few weeks. Does it?”

  As she asked herself the same thing, Jordan lifted his gaze from the floor. The intensity of his desire, especially considering he’d obviously come a few minutes ago, rocked her backward. “I’m hoping you’ll help me take care of Kason.”

  “I’m fine,” Kason said, although he grimaced when he said it. “I just want a chance to talk this through.”

  “Are you telling me that he hasn’t come yet?” Wren asked Jordan, ignoring Kason’s objections.

  Jordan at least had the decency to seem embarrassed by that fact. “I was getting around to it…”

  “Well, you’d better.” She couldn’t say what came over her then except a bone-deep assuredness that this was the right approach to take. No more fucking around. No more secrets. No more long, slow ride toward their destination. No more detours.

  This was going to happen and it was going to happen now.

  “What?” Jordan and Kason asked simultaneously.

  “I said you’d better take care of him. I’m not moving from this spot until I watch you blow him as well as he did you. You’re a man of honor, aren’t you? Do the right thing and give the man what he’s earned.” Wren propped her hands on her hips.

  “And what about you?” Jordan wondered.

  “I’m plenty capable of fending for myself, remember?” She crossed her arms, daring either one of the men staring incredulously at her to argue.

  Kason seemed like he might object but Jordan didn’t give him the chance, because he nodded at Wren and—for once in their damn lives—did as she asked as if he realized this was a test he needed to pass.

  He dropped to his knees on the concrete floor and ripped open Kason’s pants.

  The dick pics he’d texted her hadn’t done him justice. He was lengthy and thick and so damn hard it had to hurt.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asked Jordan.

  He shrugged. “Trying to figure out if this is real life or another dream.”

  “Maybe it’s both.” She stepped closer, putting her hands on his head. She massaged his scalp until his eyelids grew heavy. Meanwhile, she leaned in closer and smiled up at Kason. “Hi.”

  “Hey.” His grin was crooked. “You were right, you know. I didn’t mean for that to happen, but he’s hard to resist.”

  “So are you.” Wren leaned in over Jordan and kissed Kason. He relaxed as they made ou
t, even while Jordan hovered an inch or less from Kason’s cock.

  She didn’t feel like breaking their exchange, so instead she used the hand on the back of Jordan’s skull, nudging him toward Kason’s crotch. He got the hint and went for it.

  Whatever he did was effective, because Kason stiffened and gasped.

  Then he kissed her twice as hard. His tongue pressed between her lips, so she let him in, sucking on him in a mirror image of what Jordan must be doing to his dick. Kason shuddered. Wren was glad he was already so aroused. Van and who knew who else were right on the other side of that door and could waltz in there any moment.

  Her entire focus became making sure Kason experienced as much pleasure as possible before their time ran out. He put one arm around her and tugged her close. If Jordan minded being squished between her and Kason, he didn’t complain.

  The wet, slurping noises he made as he devoured Kason’s hard-on made Wren squirm. She shoved one hand into her pants and rubbed her clit as she continued to make out with Kason.

  She and Kason had talked about scenarios like this—threesomes—late at night, but never in a million years had she expected it to come to pass. Especially not with Jordan. And extra-especially not within minutes of Kason showing up at Hot Rides again.

  How the hell were they ever going to manage to talk about what was happening without doing it over and over until they exhausted every last orgasm they’d stored up—and she had a feeling that was about five years’ worth of them?

  Kason’s motions became erratic. His teeth pressed against her lips. The resulting sting might have made her pause under other circumstances. Knowing he was about to pour himself down Jordan’s throat made the pain welcome. It held her in check. Otherwise she’d be shattering before him and that wasn’t what she wanted.

  Wren needed to share this moment with him. With them.

  It didn’t take more than another ten seconds before Kason was trying to warn them both. His moans escalated until they culminated in a long, guttural groan. Jordan put one hand behind his own back, squeezing Wren’s calf.

  She joined Kason in rapture.