by Grant, Livia
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And the Winner Is…
By Jennifer Bene & Livia Grant
Conclusion
Chase
Denver, Colorado
February 15th, 5:09am
Moving as quietly as possible, Chase snuck into the house, leaving his bag by the door so that he wouldn’t wake anyone. Hell, he didn’t want to be awake. He’d tried to sleep a little on the plane, but it had been restless, like it always was when Emma and Jaxson weren’t in bed with him.
It was the whole reason he’d refused the offer to stay the night at Runway West — he wanted to be home with his husband and wife and their kids. Wanted to be in their bed when he woke up.
Yawning, he stopped outside the bedroom door and stripped in the hallway so he wouldn’t have to make noise inside. He felt clumsy, drunk with exhaustion, but after a minute he managed to get everything off. Gathering his clothes and shoes, he carefully opened the door and immediately felt better. With the faint light from the windows, he could see Emma curled up on Jaxson’s chest, asleep. He was out too, although it looked like he might have tried to stay awake for him because he was still half propped up on some pillows.
I told you not to wait up for me, Jax.
Smiling to himself at his dom’s hidden sweet side, Chase set his clothes and shoes down and climbed carefully into bed. He sighed with satisfaction as he slid under the sheets to wrap himself behind Emma’s perfect curves, gently resting his arm over her hip so he could reach Jaxson too.
He might be exhausted from Roulette, and the travel, but it was all worth it for this.
A quiet murmur made him hold his breath, trying to be as still as possible, but Emma turned toward him anyway. “Chase?” she asked sleepily.
“Hey baby,” he whispered. “I just got in. Go back to sleep and we’ll talk in the morning.”
“Missed you,” she mumbled, turning to face him in bed, and he didn’t resist the urge to pull her close, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I missed you too. Now, sleep.” Their sub smiled up at him before she let her eyes close again, nuzzling into his chest.
Totally worth it.
Emma felt amazing against him, the scent of her shampoo and her skin something that made him feel at home as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was worn out, and on the long drive from the airport he’d felt confident that he’d pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow — but in the darkness the incredibly hot scenes he’d seen during Roulette kept flashing through his mind.
Throughout the night he’d wished that Jaxson and Emma were with him. There were so many hidden places that they could have snuck away to, so many things they could have done together with Roulette playing out behind them. All of those cries of pleasure and pain, the intense scenes unfolding. Before Chase realized it, his cock responded to the naughty images in his head, growing hard and slowly pressing against Emma’s thigh.
Dammit.
Shifting his hips back, he tried to ignore it until it went away, but then he felt Emma’s fingers wrapping around his shaft and his hips thrust instinctively. The first stroke of her hand pulled a low groan from his throat. He wanted it, wanted her — wanted both of them — but they needed to rest more.
“We need to sleep,” he whispered, gently grabbing her wrist, but Emma pouted up at him as she rolled her thumb over the head of his cock in a tease that sent shivers right up his spine.
“I did get to sleep, you haven’t though, and I think I know what will help you.” Emma slowly stroked him, up and down, and he didn’t have the willpower to pull her hand away when pleasure buzzed along his nerves.
“Oh God,” he muttered under his breath, pulling her to him so he could capture her mouth in a kiss.
“Starting without me?” Jaxson’s low voice, rough and drowsy, had them both turning to look at their dom. Emma’s hand stilled on his shaft, and he couldn’t help but grin.
“Emma decided I needed help getting to bed,” Chase answered, and she shrugged a shoulder as she squeezed his dick gently, stroking him again.
“You poked me with it,” she explained.
“I can’t control it, especially when you snuggle up to me like that.”
Jaxson leaned against Emma’s back as he pulled the covers off them, revealing her hand wrapped around Chase’s shaft. “Go on,” their dom told her, leaning in to nip her shoulder. “Welcome our husband home.”
“Yes, sir,” Emma said, her voice breathy as she started to move her hand again. Each stroke was bliss, capped off with the teasing swirl of her thumb over the sensitive head, and then he saw Jaxson moving his leg between Emma’s. Opening her up so that he could stroke through her folds.
Chase knew the moment Jaxson found her clit because her grip tightened, her body jolting forward, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Not between the two of them.
“Focus, Emma,” Jaxson whispered against her ear. “Get him nice and hard, but don’t make him come.”
“Sir,” Chase groaned, biting back the sound as Emma continued to stroke him.
“I guess you saw some fun scenes tonight?” Jaxson asked, his fingers working their girl until she was making soft sounds.
“Yes, sir.” He nodded, his heart starting to pound as Emma picked up the pace.
“Good. I did too, but we’ll talk about that in the morning.” With a sexy grin, Jaxson looked between the two of them. “Right now, I want to handle this, because I got home a little wound up as well, but I wanted to wait until you could join us.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I just didn’t realize it would be after five,” Jaxson added, a hint of chastisement in his voice, but Chase knew he wasn’t in trouble. Not really. “Fortunately, it seems our girl here is getting very wet. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Emma said, a soft moan slipping out as Jaxson thrust his fingers between her thighs, the wet sound of her making Chase want to lick every inch of her pussy, but their dom had other ideas.
“Get on top of Chase, baby,” Jaxson commanded, taking his hands away from her as he got up on his knees on the bed. “We both need you.”
Emma’s needy moan captured how they were all feeling, and as she straddled him, Chase could only feel how lucky they all were to have each other. Her pussy teased the head of his cock, and Chase stroked up her thighs, cupping the round of her ass as he waited.
“Ride him, Emma,” Jaxson urged. “We saw a lot of things tonight, and I plan to introduce the two of you to several of them, but right now Chase needs to feel your sweet pussy.”
“I wish I’d been there with you. Both of you,” Emma replied, her hips swiveling above him, her wetness dragging over the tip of his cock, but he didn’t have the patience for it tonight. Digging his fingers into her lush hips, he pulled her down, groaning as her slick heat wrapped around him.
“We wanted you there too, trust me,” he groaned, lifting his hips to thrust inside her. She felt incredible, her pussy squeezing him as she braced her hands on his shoulders and started to rock. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, getting into it as he took a bit of the control, lifting her up before pulling her down harder, reveling in the way her body gripped him each time. Seeking their dom, Chase turned to find that Jaxson wasn’t wasting any time opening the bedside table to grab the lube. This wasn’t going to be a long session, and he knew Jaxson had probably felt just as tortured during Roulette on the East Coast.
“Down.” Jaxson moved behind Emma, pressing her down against Chase’s chest, and he wrapped his arms over their sub, holding her in place. The click of the lube bottle had her squirming, but Chase swatted her ass, grinning.
“Be still for him,” Chase admonished, and he saw Jaxson’s playful smirk as their dom watched her hips move up and down a few more times.
> “Please, sirs, I need you,” she begged, her voice breathy, but then she stilled, a soft groan buzzing in her chest, and Chase knew Jaxson was warming her up. Spreading the lube inside their sub’s ass so the trio could be together in the way they liked best.
“Good girl,” Chase whispered into her ear, pumping his hips to tease them both as they waited for their dom to join them.
“We’ll talk about Roulette in the morning, but I want to be clear,” Jaxson started, and Chase tilted his head to meet his dom’s eyes. “We are never doing this again. I won’t go to Roulette without both of you with me, even if we have to switch coasts every other year, because I’m not dealing with the blue balls. I want you both there so that we can enjoy the event like everyone else. No one gets left out, no one gets left behind. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” they both answered, and then Emma’s breath caught and Chase felt Jaxson’s cock as he pushed past Emma’s tight ring, sliding into her back channel where thin tissues let him feel every slow pulse of Jaxson’s hips until he was buried inside her. The three of them groaned in unison, all of the tension of being apart, of watching Roulette without his husband and wife at his side, just melting away as they came home to each other.
“Ready, Emma?” Jaxson asked, and Chase squeezed her waist, feeling Jaxson’s fingers overlay his as they prepared to take her.
“Yes, please!” Their sub rolled her hips, encouraging them, but Chase waited until Jaxson met his eyes and nodded.
Just as Jaxson pulled back, Chase lifted his hips to bury himself in her slick heat. It was muscle memory at this point, the perfect rhythm that had them alternating who filled their sub, but soon the tension started to build. Every thrust sending a delirious buzz echoing through him, the pressure of Jaxson’s cock in her ass making the moments they were both buried inside her almost torturously intense.
Their pace picked up, and soon Emma was moaning, whining softly, and the squeeze of her pussy was going to send him over the edge sooner rather than later.
“Sir,” Chase groaned, begging as he felt his balls tightening, that electric tension flooding his skin. “Please—”
“Please, please, please!” Emma begged, rocking as she chased her own bliss, and Jaxson just smiled.
“Come for me, both of you.” Burying his dick inside Emma’s ass, Jaxson added the extra pressure they both needed, and Chase only managed a few more hard thrusts before Emma came, her body gripping him in waves as she cried out and pulled him over the edge with her. Chase came with a shout, all of that electric tension turning into brilliant light as his cock kicked deep inside her, filling her in jerking jets as the world shrank down to the unbelievable pleasure of her body.
Emma trembled, grinding until he was buried as deep as he could go, both of their breathing erratic, and then they both moaned as Jaxson slid back and thrust hard again. They were both so sensitive, but Emma knew what their dom needed.
Pushing up, Emma braced herself on Chase’s shoulders, her breasts swaying as she lifted onto her knees. Chase slid from her as she took position, but it was so Jaxson could pull her back onto his cock, and Chase got a front row seat to the beautiful expressions she made. Tense pleasure pulling her brows together, her breathy little cries like music to his ears.
“Are you going to come for him, Emma?” Chase encouraged, reaching between her legs to find her clit, rubbing in tight circles as she moaned louder. “Are you going to come like a good girl?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she babbled. “Sirs, please!”
“Not yet,” Jaxson growled, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her, and Chase loved to see his arms flexing as he pulled Emma back onto his cock. His tight stomach muscles rolling with each drive.
I’m so damn lucky.
“Almost,” Jaxson warned, and Chase started to rub her faster, listening to Emma’s soft little whines and mumbled pleas. “Now!”
Their dom gave permission and Emma cried out, her arms buckling as she collapsed on Chase’s chest, her ass still in the air, held up by Jaxson’s firm grip on her hips.
He was still thrusting, the pop of skin meeting skin filling the air until he drove deep and held, Jaxson’s sexy groan telling him their dom had filled her too.
For a moment all they could do was catch their breath, and then Emma leaned forward to kiss him, her soft lips perfectly sweet.
“God, I needed that,” Jaxson mumbled, smacking Emma’s ass lightly before he dropped to the bed, leaving just enough room for their sub to be sandwiched between them.
“Me too,” Chase replied as Emma moved to take her place.
“I was here all day with the twins, I needed that.” Emma laughed a little, but Jaxson cut her giggle short with a kiss.
“I promise we won’t be separated next year,” Jaxson whispered, pressing another kiss to Emma’s lips before he looked up at Chase. “Any of us.”
“I’d like that a lot more, sir,” Chase said, and Jaxson leaned over Emma to pull him into a kiss. His dom’s tight grip on his hair had him groaning as their tongues danced, the rush of submission calming all of his anxious nerves, but it was over too soon.
“Next year, we pick one club. We leave the twins with one of your parents and make it a getaway for us.” Jaxson looked between him and Emma, his gaze intense, and it was a promise Chase would definitely hold him to — for all their sakes.
“Yes, sir,” Chase and Emma answered, and then Jaxson pulled the covers over them.
“Now, let’s try and get a little more sleep before the twins wake up. We have to make a lot of decisions tomorrow.”
Chase yawned as he snuggled up to Emma’s back, reaching over to brush Jaxson’s ribs. The three of them linked together like they were meant to be — and this time, sleep came easily.
* * *
Jaxson
There wasn’t enough coffee in the world for how tired he felt. Luckily, Sam and Jonah’s nanny didn’t mind watching the twins as well for the day, which meant he could look over the notes he’d taken the night before during Roulette without distraction. Comparing his notes to the votes was an interesting study in kink preferences, because the scenes he’d starred were only a handful of the overall votes.
The good news was that everyone in attendance had enjoyed the night. Tons of positive comments on the voting cards, which had been transcribed into columns for each of the participating couples by Maxine sometime in the middle of the night. The time stamp on the email was after three AM her time, and he felt a bit guilty about that as well.
Elijah and Spencer’s stupid war had caused a ripple of unforeseen consequences, none of which the two Dungeon Masters seemed to be burdened with.
He’d had to leave at the crack of dawn to make it to the East Coast Roulette, and Chase hadn’t made it home until almost dawn because of the West Coast. Now, his two managers were staying up the whole night to gather votes for some pissing contest.
Jaxson wanted to ring their necks, but instead he took a deep breath, drank more coffee, and continued reading.
Every comment made him remember something he’d seen, or heard the audience talking about excitedly. Whenever he’d seen a larger crowd gathering, he’d tried to make it over there to see it first-hand. Of course, there had been a lot of sexy scenes at Black Light East, not that he’d given Spencer a single hint of what he was thinking as he’d left to get on the plane back here.
“What’s it say?” Emma asked, her hair still damp from the shower as she sat down next to him with a mug of coffee.
“The members are very happy with Roulette,” he answered, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear.
She smiled, rolling her eyes a little. “We knew that already. It’s why we’ve done it four years in a row! What scenes stood out?”
“Well, someone used a latex outfit for a pretty hot scene using the stocks, and Elliott, who does demos at the club sometimes, got lucky and his sub spun fire play, so he got to set a flogger on fire.”
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��Someone set floggers on fire and I missed it?” Chase asked, his voice a sleepy drawl as he yawned in the doorway. He was wearing jeans and nothing else, his abs flexing as he stretched.
“Yeah, you did,” Jaxson said, chuckling a bit. “But Elliott has done fire stuff before when we were on the East Coast.”
“Not floggers,” Chase grumped, pulling down a coffee mug to fill it.
“Why are you awake already, anyway?” he asked, turning to stare at Chase who had to be tired, but somehow managed to look particularly sexy with his hair still tousled from bed.
“Bed was empty,” he muttered, dumping sugar into his mug. Walking toward the table, he waved his hand. “Keep going, what else happened at East?”
Glancing at his notepad, he flipped a few pages and felt the sadist in him purr. “One of the doms used a posture collar to do breath play, it was… hot.”
Emma’s eyes widened. “That sounds intense.”
“It is,” Chase answered from behind her, setting his coffee mug on the table before he laid his hand over her throat, gently squeezing. “But you trust us, don’t you?”
“Of course,” she squeaked, and Jaxson reached under the table to adjust his growing hard-on as he watched his subs together. Unfortunately, they needed to make decisions before the video call with the clubs.
“Sit down, Chase. You’re distracting me.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied, kissing Emma on the top of her head before he took the chair to her left.
“So, who won?” Emma asked.
“I’m not sure yet. There are quite a few favorites here, and it doesn’t seem like Maxine remembered to add them up.” Scrolling through the document, he rubbed his temple, feeling the exhaustion like a spike straight through his skull. “Not that I can blame her, she sent this very late last night.”
“Let me get my laptop so I can see if Madison sent the stuff from West.” Chase stood up, walking toward the front door, and Emma leaned over to squeeze Jaxson’s arm.
