by Jessie G.
“I appreciate your honesty and I don’t think it’s selfish. It’s actually quite appealing.” Again he looked down and found his men smiling up at him. Tangibly, he could feel roots growing beneath his feet—a home, a relationship and a place to do good work. He couldn’t have imagined it just a few days ago. “I worry that I’ve jumped without a net and everything is changing fast. Is it too fast?”
“You are very deliberately allowing yourself to get swept away. It’s not happening to you.”
That had him looking back, surprised that it was true. “Yes, yes I am.”
“You enjoyed what you did before?”
“For a long time I did.” That was also true. It was only in the last couple of years that he started wishing for something more. “But I was ready for a change.”
“Had those changes taken weeks or months or years, would that make you feel better?”
“I think I’d go stir crazy. I need to see things happening.” He wasn’t a sit and wait type of guy. He learned quickly that opportunities didn’t come knocking on your door; you had to make them happen.
“Well, they’re happening.” Davin chuckled. “You dove into the deep end, Kyle. Are you going to sink or swim?”
“Oh, I’m going to swim and then I think I’m going to dive in again.”
“Good.” Davin handed over a business card. “Take your down time and think about what we said. If you’re interested, I could really use some help.”
He took the card, flipping it between his fingers. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Welcoming me, seeing me as someone who could be of assistance to you and not just a pretty face.” It was nice, more than nice, to be accepted by the people his men cared about.
“No matter what you decide, Kyle, it’s time you valued yourself outside of the bedroom.”
“Not too far out of the bedroom, Davin. The rest of the men in the house wouldn’t like it if we were fucking in the common rooms.” Davin’s laughter followed him down the stairs, his focus firmly on his men as they drifted over to meet him.
Chapter 33
Saul
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with this many pairs of underwear.” Javier held up another pair of designer briefs and looked at Kyle.
“Gotta showcase my best asset.” Kyle shook his ass, teasing them.
“Your ass is fine, but it’s not your best asset,” Saul mused, watching as they sorted through Kyle’s boxes to figure out what could go where. The closet was already three quarters full and the dresser was getting close.
Javier held up a sheer shirt and matching pants. “It can’t be legal to wear this on the street.”
Kyle laughed and took it from him. “No, but in my go-go days it set me apart from the thong wearers.”
Javier looked back at Saul, his face glowing with excitement. “We have to see this. Put it on and dance for us, baby.”
“No way, Javi.” Kyle might object, but his eyes flashed with equal excitement. Saul knew that Kyle was obsessively trying to distance himself from his Kip Veil persona and putting on a sexy show was something Kip wouldn’t have thought twice about. What Kyle didn’t seem to realize was that Kip was a tool that he wielded and everything he believed he needed that tool for were all things he was already excited to try.
Saul straightened away from the door, closing it with a decisive click and crossed the room to sit on the bed. He patted the space beside him, gesturing for Javier to join him. Kyle looked at them both warily and he grinned. “Dance for us, Pup.”
When Kyle looked at him like that, his eyes dark with wanting, Saul knew he’d get his way. Pushing the boxes and clothes aside, he leaned back on his elbows and watched those striking eyes darken some more as he braced his legs apart. Though he was fully dressed, Kyle wouldn’t miss the erection swelling in his jeans. “It’s a show you want?”
Saul glanced at Javier, encouraging him to make some demands of his own. “I’d love a show, baby.”
His breath caught as that body began to move in the most erotic strip tease he’d ever seen. Kyle wasn’t dancing so much as he was making love, writhing and arching and twisting as inch after glorious inch of that sculpted body was revealed. Eyes closed, lips parted, head thrown back, fingers teasing across his own skin, twisting tightened nipples until he groaned. How could they not groan with him?
Kyle danced closer, leaned over Saul, and used just teeth to open his jeans. “Show me my reward.”
If Kyle thought his cock was the reward, he’d be more than happy to show it. But two could tease and he only inched his jeans down enough to free that part of himself. He was going to fuck his sexy pup fully dressed and make him love it. When Kyle leaned over him again, stroking a warm tongue over his length, Saul pushed his head away. “Dance for it.”
Kyle grinned in appreciation of his order and eased away, picking the rhythm up again effortlessly. Pants opened, slithered up and down over that beautiful ass, teasing him unbearably until Kyle finally pushed them away. A naked Kyle was a vision: golden, sculpted, round tight ass, nice thick cock, a sprinkling of blond hair that was neither too much or too smooth. Even the Chinese letters going down his left side seemed to be writhing. Saul was mesmerized watching those hands stroke and tease himself to an impressive length, then reach back to tease the hole he desperately wanted to fuck.
Saul was sure Kyle knew exactly how far he was pushing when he came right between Javier’s legs and put two fingers against his lips. “Will you wet these for me?”
Hell, their man was lethal and he loved it. Watching Javier suck those two fingers deep, making them good and wet, ramped up the anticipation of where they would go next. Saul wasn’t disappointed when Kyle turned around, giving them a close up view of his perfect ass, and reached back to impale himself on those soaked fingers. When Javier leaned in for a taste, Kyle inched away with a teasing laugh.
Saul watched Javier watch Kyle, saw the excitement and desire, and wondered if he could push his skittish lover outside his comfort zone. “Javi, kneel at the head of the bed and push your pants down to your thighs.”
As Javier scrambled to get into the indicated position, Saul glanced back at Kyle, saw him still dancing, his smile more encouraging than enticing. He never looked to others for courage, but that open encouragement gave him the boost to keep going. If it all went to shit...well, he’d deal with that when the time came.
“That’s good, pequeño, now your briefs, just down to your knees.” Saul purred, looking at Javier. “No, don’t look at me, look at Kyle. Stroke that pretty cock for me and watch him dance.”
With Javier’s whimpers and moans filling the room, Saul looked back and found Kyle watching them. Kyle continued forward until he was straddling Saul’s lap, all the while writhing and gyrating those hips. Whoever told Kyle he couldn’t dance had never had the privilege of seeing him like this. Their loss because Saul would never let anyone see it again.
Without warning, Saul gripped his hips, rose and flipped him onto the bed. “On your back, legs up and spread, now.”
As Kyle got in position, Saul looked up at Javier. Someday they were going to have to work on control. Javier looked like he was ready to bust a nut all over them. “Yeah, look at our little tease all splayed out and ready to be fucked. You want to watch me fuck him?”
Javier licked his lips and nodded fast. “Yes, will you make him scream?”
“Just for you, pequeño, but only if you hold onto that orgasm until I tell you.”
“I’ll be good,” Javier promised in a rush. “Can...can I come all over him?”
Kyle groaned and shuddered, and Saul grinned. “Oh yeah, but remember, not until I tell you.”
Javier nodded, stroked, whimpered...and he was fucking gorgeous. Nearly undone by the sight, Saul had to look away and focused on the other beautiful sight before him. Kyle on his back, knees spread and drawn up to his chest, eyes filled with want. Eyes filled with tender understanding. No, h
e’d never looked to another for anything because he’d never had another who could fill his needs, never had one who even saw them. This beautiful, crazy man not only saw them, he was eager to give him everything.
Needing a minute to get himself under control, he took his time fishing a condom out of his back pocket, watching Kyle watch his hands as he rolled it down his length. Fisting the base of his cock, Saul stepped up to the edge of the bed and rubbed the head of his cock over Kyle’s begging hole.
“Do it,” Kyle whispered, rolling his hips up in invitation.
Saul didn’t need a second invitation, sliding home in one smooth thrust. Words weren’t necessary when the three of them were caught in the moment, Kyle’s body buffeting his increasingly powerful thrusts, Javier’s eyes encouraging them to love one another. In that moment, he could feel the connection weaving itself around them tighter and tighter.
As he got close, he grabbed Kyle’s cock, jerking him hard and fast, willing him to the edge. The hard thrust of his body matched the glide of his hand until Kyle was crying out beneath him. Simultaneously, they looked up at Javier who was barely hanging on and Saul ordered, “Now, pups, right now!”
Then they took that leap together, flying, screaming, and erupting, and then finally free falling with the confidence that they’d land together.
Chapter 34
Saul
“Javi said you were looking for me?” Kyle poked his head around the office door, the strain of the past few weeks showing on his handsome face.
Saul was impressed, more than impressed, with the strength of the man they’d welcomed into their lives. He returned to Miami and instead of taking a well-deserved break, he simply changed roller coasters. Not that he hadn’t tried to take a break. That first Monday after his arrival, Kyle had kissed them on their way out the door, claiming he couldn’t wait to laze around in the sun and do nothing. They had come home to a spotless house and a home cooked meal for the whole crew. On Tuesday, he claimed the same and they came home to find him painting Javier’s old room. Wednesday, on the way to meet them for lunch, he’d blown over five hundred dollars mindlessly wandering around the shops and boutiques. Thankfully, on Thursday he called Davin and said he couldn’t take the nothingness anymore. As the days turned into weeks that strength never wavered, but the wear was showing. Saul had made a mistake not doing this on day one, had incorrectly thought Kyle would need an adjustment period, and he was suffering the lack. “Come in and lock the door, Pup.”
Kyle looked down at the door knob in shock, his eyes rounding comically as he shut the door and secured the lock. “When did that happen? I thought this house was a lock free zone.”
Beneath the amused sarcasm, there was a little hitch of excitement. Alone for the first time since his return, it was both long overdue and necessary, and a mistake Saul would not make again. Saul leaned back in the chair and watched his approach, mentally adding to his list of things Kyle needed. Instead of answering, he nodded to a chair and ordered, “Sit.”
Kyle took the seat indicated and cocked his head curiously. “Is something wrong?”
“That depends. Are you happy here, Kyle?”
“I’m not unhappy.” The noncommittal answer spoke volumes. “I mean, it’s an adjustment, right?”
“I thought so too, but now I’m not so sure. You’re no stranger to the crazy life and have transitioned from one to the other without blinking. That’s you, isn’t it? Diving into the deep end, uncaring if there are sharks in the water or not.” It was actually an attractive quality and one that Saul was envious of. In a lot of ways, Saul had adopted Javier’s cautious way of moving through life. The more he looked back over all the ways he’d changed to meet Javier’s needs, the more he feared Kyle would do the same.
Kyle just shrugged that off. It was such an ingrained part of his personality that he didn’t see how amazing it was. “Sharks don’t bother you if you don’t bother them. As metaphors go, anyway.”
“The point is you are more than capable of handling anything that’s thrown your way and were ready for this change. Had you taken a well-deserved break you’d have been crawling out of your skin with the inactivity.”
“True,” Kyle murmured. “What’s really bothering you?”
“This is the first time we’ve been alone since you came back.”
Kyle glanced away, his sigh soft and resigned. “Like you said, things have been super crazy. I’m putting in a lot of hours at the crisis center and they don’t always coordinate with your schedule, and Javier needs…”
Just hearing that tired acceptance made him cringe. “All handy excuses, huh, Pup? I’ve been using them myself these last three weeks and I don’t think it’s working out well for either of us, do you?”
“Truthfully, no.” Saul hated the caution in that statement, as if Kyle were afraid to admit something wasn’t working. Taking the contract he’d drafted, he skimmed it one final time before passing it across the desk. Kyle took it without looking at it. “What’s this?”
“It’s a contract. I’m sure you’ve heard of them, though I doubt you’ve seen one.” Kyle shook his head, still not looking at the paper. “A contract, an agreement...whatever you call it, it’s a promise. Read it completely.”
Kyle settled back with the document, his face giving nothing away. “A temporary six week agreement?”
“We’ll adhere to it for six weeks. During that time I need you to give some thought to what you want, not just from me but from yourself, and I hope you’ll be able to express those to me.” In Saul’s mind the agreement was only a tool to move them forward and that at the end of the six weeks, they wouldn’t need it.
Kyle nodded, reading thoughtfully. “No one can touch me unless I convince you that I want them too? Is that why everyone has been so careful the last couple of days?”
“More than once you’ve complained that, because you were in porn, people assumed your body was a free for all. It’s not. Don’t tell me that it’s okay or fine, those are bullshit acceptance words. Pick and choose who you’re willing to accept touch from. I’m a jealous man and I expect that if I am not with you, that you’ll do whatever is necessary to stop others from touching what’s mine. If I am with you, expect that I’ll do whatever is necessary to stop others from touching what’s mine.”
“Yes, I can do that.” One thing Saul knew for sure was that Kyle wanted this, craved it, and hadn’t been able to set that boundary for himself. For him, Kyle would adhere to that boundary happily. Kyle looked down, reading again. “Uh...a cheat day?”
“No gym, no hours in the bathroom primping and prepping, no calorie counting.” Saul knew this was going to be the hardest for Kyle to wrap his head around. Ten years of caring for his brand and signing contracts that dictated his entire appearance had left him with serious body image issues. “Last week Javier drove me crazy trying to find you sugar free yogurt, do you remember?”
“That he drove you crazy, no. I remember the yogurt.” Kyle had stayed late at the crisis center so he wouldn’t have known how they drove from one store to the next in search of a specific flavor Javier felt sure Kyle would love.
“You were disgusted at the idea of eating it.” While Kyle had been careful not to let Javier see it, Saul had.
“I didn’t mean to be. It was a sweet gesture and I really did enjoy the yogurt.” True or not, Kyle had eaten it all, thanking Javier profusely and claiming it was the best he’d ever had. The next morning he added thirty minutes to his already insane two hour gym routine. Even his usual gym partner, Chris, had walked away shaking his head.
“Your body image has to change. You’re gorgeous, in prime physical condition and have no need for all the primping and prepping. As far as I’m concerned you look your best when you wake up all warm and soft and natural. I can tell you all that, but I can’t make you believe it. So primp and prep, put your body through its routines, watch every bite you put in your mouth...six days a week. A cheat day, a day of indulgenc
e…whatever you want to call it, I want to see it.” Again Saul could see the want, the excitement in Kyle’s face. “It’s non-negotiable. Pick a day of the week and know that failure to comply has consequences.”
“All right, I will try.” Kyle went back to reading and almost immediately looked back up. “You want me to put together a playroom? Where? Surely not in our room.”
“I want us to put together a playroom. We’ve been discussing what to do with that second room and I believe it’ll do nicely as a playroom with some modifications.”
“Like a lock on the doors?” As quick as the teasing smile came, it slid away. “Javier will be hurt…”
“No, Pup, he won’t be. He knows he gets a lot more of my time than you do and that it’s grossly unfair.” Before they left this room they were going to agree to focus on their own needs more. Maybe not as equally as they did Javier’s needs, but changes were definitely necessary. It killed him to see bright, happy, beautiful Kyle, dimming under the weight of a fight that should have never been his.
“If you’re sure, then yes, I’m in.” Kyle resumed reading quietly, his eyes shifting back and forth repeatedly, his breath kicking up until those eyes finally lifted. “Saul...you can’t make this promise. At least three play sessions a week? It’s too much time away from Javier…”
“Kyle, you’ve adopted my very bad habit of putting Javier’s needs before your own. You’re holding up every one of your needs against what Javier needs and picking his first. Aren’t you the one who told me how damaging that was? Do you know that I didn’t really see it until I saw you doing it too? No, Pup, it’s not going to happen to both of us. I’m forever grateful that you care enough to want to help me hold him together. I know I need the help, but there will be limits. You won’t be another sacrifice.” Saul sat forward, making sure he had Kyle’s full attention. “I need time with you, Pup—play time, time to push our boundaries, time to be just me again. Read the next item.”
