Pound (Powertools: The Original Crew Returns Book 4)

by Jayne Rylon

  Figuring distractions wouldn’t hurt, he didn’t hesitate to strip his clothes off. He might as well be as naked in the flesh as he would be when he bared his soul to the crew, who followed suit without objection. James waded into the water with the rest of his friends and lovers right behind him. It sort of reminded him of that day they’d stormed the lake last summer. It had probably been the moment that steered them here to Middletown, though they hadn’t realized it at the time.

  When they were waist deep, they surrounded him, making him shiver despite the cranked heat in the oasis.

  “Nowhere left to go.” Neil took his hand. “Come on, what’s going on?”

  “Jordan has a job for me, and I want to accept it.”

  “Seriously?” Devon’s eyes doubled in size. “Doing what?”

  “Ummm, for my first day they need someone to host a little meet-and-greet, and from then on I’ll probably be working in the very safe and boring headquarters here wrangling the operatives and keeping everyone in line. Not so different from what I do at home, except cooler, I guess.”

  “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t entirely as generic as you’re making it sound?” Kate turned her mom stare on him.

  “Because it’s not. But Jordan and the team will have my back. I mean, you saw those guys. That one, Nolan, is like a walking refrigerator—”

  “But with really good hair and sexy tattoos.” Neil nodded.

  “Exactly!” James flung his hands out, splashing water around them. “And we’re all familiar with how competent and deadly a kickass lady like Sola could be. Plus, Aarav can probably shoot your balls off from a mile away. That’s even before you get to Ransom, Levi, or Jordan, and we already know they’re total badasses. Would you mess with them? After this one teensy favor, I swear I won’t be anywhere near the active ops going forward.”

  “So you’re going to be some kind of ninja spy?” Devon didn’t seem to think it was that odd, or unappealing either. She floated toward him and licked her lips. James’s hopes lifted.

  “Maybe more like Alfred, with an extra helping of panache.” He laughed thinking that was about as close as he was ever going to get to actually being Robin. He’d take it. “But yeah. Whether they like it or not, they need me to organize stuff and coordinate their efforts and assist where I can. I think I could be good at this. Plus really give back, you know?”

  “This isn’t like dressing up as an action figure for Halloween. The bad guys Jordan takes down are real and so are their bullets.” Dave asked, “You sure you don’t want to be part of the Hot Rods or Hot Rides instead? They basically offered you something similar, and they’re a lot safer bets.”

  “Don’t let my cuz hear you calling him safe. Eli will think he’s gone soft and feel the need to do something rebellious.” Joe was probably right about the garage owner, and the rest of the mechanics too.

  “I won’t. And yes, I’m sure. I’m not one of their gangs. Not like I’m part of you all. I think being there every day, doing essentially the same shit I used to but without you all… It was going to make it really obvious what I was missing.” James didn’t want to sound like he was pouting. Hopefully, they could understand the difference.

  “Then why don’t you just team up with Neil or Devon? Or both, if you can’t decide which to go with. You could work with whoever needs more help on whatever project they’re heading up,” Kayla wondered. Both Neil and Devon nodded, though James didn’t.

  “I’m sorry, but no. I’m not trying to be second-string anything, or to steal their thunder by being some kind of co-foreman, you know? Besides that, I want to do something intentional, with a greater purpose. You said it yourself. The stakes are high here, and that’s why I want in.” James realized his comment fell on an awfully quiet room when the splash of the waterfall and the gentle waves lapping against their torsos rang around them. He quickly amended, “Not that you all aren’t doing important work, of course you are. But I want to spend my time on job that’s fulfilling, and what I used to do isn’t that for me anymore, not without you all.”

  “You know, I’m sure Neil is happy to fill you right up,” Mike teased, waving away any lingering tension. “Just kidding. I get it. You’ve explained yourself plenty. We’re straightforward people. We make things with our own hands, or have until now. And maybe passing that off to someone else takes away the meat of the work. The part where you’re actually doing something.”

  “Yes!” James knew they would get it. “At least for me. That was what was most satisfying aside from our special break times.”

  He swore he wasn’t going to blush at that. He was a grown man, damn it. Just because he didn’t get off on overseeing laborers on a construction project didn’t detract from his capability or masculinity.

  “Look, it’s not like any of us have particularly safe jobs. But you’ve never tried to keep me out of the thick of things. So, if this is what you want, go for it.” Devon kissed his cheek. “Do you get to wear a cape? Oh, or maybe a finely tailored tux? I’ll help you bedazzle one.”

  “That would be awesome, but it probably goes against Jordan’s low-profile edict, damn him.” James perked up. “Maybe I could at least talk him into letting me design matching polos.”

  Morgan snorted at that. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

  “So, do you think you guys could help me celebrate?” Suddenly James felt like his old self—no, even better, and more adventurous. This was exactly what he’d needed to come out of his shell, just a little. “I feel really…”

  What did he feel? Relieved, excited, confident.

  “Alive.” James smiled so wide his cheeks hurt, or maybe he hadn’t used those muscles authentically in so long they were out of shape.

  “Then why don’t you take charge?” Neil suggested. “Where do you want us?”

  Of course his husband would understand him best.

  James nodded. Then he pointed to what was either a sand bar or a miniature island not too far from their meeting spot. “Get on that beach. Stay mostly in the water but make sure you’re not going to drown either. I don’t want to have to call in Jordan’s team to rescue anyone in the middle of really good sex.”

  Because he was sure that’s what they were about to have.

  “I guess we’re going to find out if rolling around in the sand really means it gets everywhere.” Kayla wasn’t complaining—she took off first, leading the charge to the shallows where warm, crystal-blue water lapped the gradual incline.

  “Hell yes, you are.” James smacked her husband’s ass. “Because tonight, I feel like being on top.”

  “What exactly do you have in mind?” Dave asked over his shoulder as he trailed his wife.

  “You guys are going to make love to your wives, and while you do, I’m going to fuck each of you before I end up with my own spouses.”

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  “Oh damn, I like it when you’re cocky.” Joe made it to the gently hilled mound that protruded from the water.

  Neil’s hand disappeared under the surface, probably to stroke his hard-on. “That’s what she said, but for the record, I totally agree.”

  Devon came up behind James and hopped, her legs going around his waist. He carried her piggyback to the shallows, hoping she anticipated how turned on he was going to be by the time he came back to her. She whispered in his ear, “I missed you. And this…this is a whole new you I might never have known before. I’m in favor.”

  She kissed him right below his ear, almost making him forget his diabolical plans. Fortunately, it didn’t hurt her when he twisted, dropping her into the water with a splash. She crawled up onto the sandbar, her cute ass in the air before rolling to her back and welcoming Neil into her arms.

  They made out on the beach, before grinning up at him. Neil said, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep her company for you.”

  “Thanks.” James stood watching as each of the crew paired up and got down to business. Kisses, sighs, and shortly thereafter, moans, meant they were comin
g together as they did best. It wasn’t long until Neil fed his cock into Devon’s tight pussy, making her scratch lines in the sand. So often lately it had been James inside her and Neil invading him, both of them holding him securely between them when he’d felt so damn lost, that Devon hadn’t had their husband’s larger cock in a while.

  Tonight was going to be different. For them all.

  Mike settled over Kate, Joe with Morgan, Dave on Kayla, and all of them began making love. While James could have happily stood there all night observing them, he took a detour. “Be right back.”

  He dove into the deeper water and swam for the waterfall. He remembered Kason telling a story about how they religiously stocked the bar with essentials after discovering the joys of the oasis together. James probably set an Olympic record on his way to the secret cave before dashing through the veil of cascading water, grabbing a sealed bottle of lube, and making his return journey to the crew.

  Good thing, too, because they were fully engaged and ready to go when he returned.

  Mike was rocking between Kate’s legs, fucking her gently yet with enough speed that James figured her hormones were still in overdrive. Rather than boss James around, all eight of the lovers on the beach turned to him in anticipation when he rejoined them, waiting to see what he would do next and if he had any direction for them.

  It made blood roar in his veins to know that they would bend to him, the least assertive of the bunch, without hesitation. For one night, this was what he desired.

  James splashed up behind Mike, tearing the shrink wrap off the bottle of gel with his teeth even as he skidded to his knees in the sand. He didn’t waste any time, or spare any lube, when he coated both his cock and Mike’s ass generously. The foreman hardly ever was up for being on the bottom, and James wanted to make the best of it for both of them.

  Fortunately, he wasn’t as girthy as Dave or some of the other guys. Mike would be able to handle him just fine. Especially while Kate was clinging to his cock, massaging it with her wet pussy.

  When James aligned his cock, Mike froze, and Kate moaned.

  “You like the idea of me riding him while he’s fucking you?” James asked her.

  “Hell yes. It’s so hot.” She gazed up at him, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. “Go ahead, James. Put your dick in his ass and make him shoot so hard in me that I can’t help but come too.”

  “Well, when you put it like that…” An involuntary clench of his muscles thrust James’s hips in response to her seductive stare and the equally turned-on sighs and groans of the rest of the crew, who were witnessing his performance as they waited their turn, in response to her honesty.

  They ground together, keeping each other revved and waiting for James to reach them. Their sinuous motions inspired him and he began to work into Mike’s tight ass.

  The foreman cursed but never stopped drilling into Kate, so James didn’t hesitate either. Hell, he couldn’t stop then. Not unless Mike told him to. It felt too damn good, to be there in that moment with the people he loved most, sure that he had something to contribute to the universe. That he was worthy of them.

  His stride hitched. Fuck, he hadn’t realized he’d even doubted it.

  “You okay?” Kate asked.

  “Amazing. Perfect. Like all of you.” James leaned over Mike’s shoulder, driving himself balls deep as he sealed his mouth over hers in a warm and luxurious kiss.

  It felt so good to bury himself in Mike over and over—their whole torsos rubbing against each other—while making out with Kate, he might have gotten carried away on the tide of passion the whole crew generated with their shared loving. Except before long, Kate began to arch and Mike started to hammer into her, impaling himself on James’s cock with each backstroke.

  “Sorry, James, you’re going to have to find someone else to bury your cock in soon,” Mike grunted out in warning moments before Kate’s eyes flew open. She stared straight into James and Mike’s eyes as she unraveled, writhing in the sand as she climaxed.

  The milking of her pussy was too much for Mike, who roared at the artificial sky and unloaded deep inside her. His ass clenched rhythmically around James, feeling a little too good. And so, as the spasms began to dwindle, James withdrew from Mike’s ass and sat on his haunches in the cool pool, catching his breath.

  The waves washed over him, cleaning him off, and so when he rose from the water, he held out his hand. “Mike, toss me the lube.”

  The foreman seemed wrecked, unable to move or speak, so Morgan tossed it to James. “Damn, that was so hot. I can’t wait until you make Joe fly like that. I’m not going to last very long watching the two of you together.”

  Thank God, because James hoped he hadn’t bitten off more than he could fuck. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Devon or Neil, though from where they were grinding against each other at the end of the line, they didn’t seem to mind very much.

  “You ready?” he asked Joe as he prepped his cock and the other man’s ass.

  “Hell yes. You’re on fire today, James. Give me some of that.”

  When Morgan chuckled, Joe growled, then nipped her neck, making her laugh turn into a moan. “Funny, is it? We’ll see what you think in a minute.”

  That men like these—fierce, loyal, loving, brawny-as-fuck men, would let James inside them even as they pleasured their wives, pumped him up even more than knowing what he planned to do with the rest of his life. They didn’t care if he was an exclusive security team member or a stay-at-home husband—they respected him this much and always had.

  James had never been so hard in his life. He sank over Joe, his cock sliding into the valley of his ass as he drizzled more slickness over them both. The last thing he wanted was to hurt one of the crew when they trusted him so completely with all that they were.

  In the BC—Before Crew—era, he knew neither Mike nor Joe had ever imagined themselves bent over for a man, but now it seemed second nature in the same way it felt perfect when James came together with both Neil and Devon. He looked over at his spouses and blew them a kiss as he sank into Joe, fusing them together.

  When he did, Joe bottomed out in Morgan, who hissed. Her nails dug into Joe’s shoulders.

  “Too much?” James asked both her and Joe.

  The couple shook their heads simultaneously. Joe rasped, “Again. Do it again.”

  And James was happy to oblige. He pumped into Joe, who seemed even more eager than Mike had to be occupied while doing the same to his wife.

  “Fuck, that feels so good.” Joe tremored beneath James. “I see why you like being in the middle of Devon and Neil so much.”

  “You like his cock in your ass, baby?” Morgan asked. She clearly did. They all knew she only talked dirty when she was incredibly turned on.

  James leaned in and captured her mouth, teasing her with swipes of his tongue that matched his pumps into her husband’s tight ass. Meanwhile, Joe cursed. “It’s so hot when you two kiss like that. This wouldn’t be the same, you know that, right? With anyone else, this wouldn’t mean so much. Feel so good.”

  “I love you too.” James smiled at the crew, even if it looked a bit like a snarl with his face set in ecstasy.

  “Damn. You better hurry, James,” Dave said from his place near James’s shoulder. “Kayla is so fucking hot and I can feel her getting tight on me already.”

  “Everyone’s always tight around you, big guy,” Mike teased from where he and Kate were cuddled together watching over everyone else as they found as much pleasure as the two of them had already nearly overdosed on.

  Dave grunted. “True, but…not like this.”

  James wasn’t going to rush anything. Fortunately, Morgan was every bit as affected as he was by the atmosphere, the perfect storm of taboo, open-minded, and slightly frantic sex they were sharing. She arched beneath Joe, fucking him every bit as much as James was.

  She nipped James’s bottom lip as she let go, but he didn’t mind the sting. It kept him from tumblin
g over the edge with them when Joe erupted, pumping his release into Morgan even as her body did its best to draw it out of him.

  James slipped from Joe’s ass, splashing through the water again as he tried to catch his balance before moving on to Dave and Kayla, who were waiting for him with her open arms and his ass in the air.

  Mike and Kate moved closer to Joe and Morgan, weaving into a tangle of arms and legs, their flushed skin glowing as if they had stayed in the sun too long and this had been an actual tropical island.

  When James got to Dave and Kayla, he was close enough for Devon and Neil to reach out, which they did. They stroked his arm, hip, and knee as he planted them in the sand and prepared to take Dave. James huffed. “I hope you meant what you said, because I can’t hold on much longer. Especially not with these two right here, doing that.”

  Devon and Neil grinned, not the least dissuaded. Instead they caressed him more even as they kept making love with each other.

  “Yes. Now, James. Now,” Kayla chanted as she spread her legs wider to make room for the two men on top of her, one of whom was mountain-sized himself. Her colorful tattoos looked even more beautiful in the simulated sunshine, dancing on her skin as she moved beneath both of them. James slathered himself and Dave with lube then slid inside, groaning when Dave’s ass hugged his cock, shivering at their first contact.

  James cried out, his eyes closing momentarily until Kayla kissed him gently. It was just that it was usually him, taking the rest of the guys and loving every moment. He’d forgotten what it felt like, if he’d ever known before, to realize that he could give them this pleasure too.

  While tomorrow he’d probably be back to the man who enjoyed bottoming for others, this one magical night, he was going to enjoy whatever had come over him and make sure that the rest of the crew did too. James looked into Kayla’s kind and understanding gaze as she reached around Dave to hug him tight. He kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as he plowed into her husband, slapping Dave’s ass with his pelvis over and over.