Drilled (Powertools: The Original Crew Returns Book 2)

by Jayne Rylon

  Well, shit.

  Now that he knew what was possible, Mike couldn’t unknow it. Would he be able to walk away? And even if he could, would it be the right thing to do? Would he be happy going back to the crew if he was positive he was stifling their careers?

  Mike only knew one thing for sure: they were going to need to have a crew meeting soon. One with actual, serious discussions and their clothes on.

  But not before they had a chance to continue this party in private. It had been too long since they’d been together, and they needed each other. Needed to feel part of the thing that had defined them for so long, even if it might not do so in the future.

  12

  Mike’s patience had just about run out. Was he glad to have the whole crew there, partying with the Hot Rods and Hot Rides gangs? Of course. Was he full of excellent food and one of the best cakes Morgan had ever made? Oh yeah.

  But was he still hungry? Hell fucking yes.

  Given everything that had happened lately and his own wayward thoughts about how Joe maybe had the right idea about moving to Middletown, he desperately needed some alone time with his crew to nail them back together again. Literally.

  Kate must have seen the hunger in his eyes from across the room. She hugged Ms. Brown, then headed in his direction with a sultry smile. “All the kids are going with Tom and Ms. Brown to Kason’s house. He promised them they could have a sleepover in tents on the beach beside his indoor pool. I thought Landry might be a little uncomfortable spending the night somewhere new without us, but nope…he was first in the Hot Rods’ bus to head over there, sandwiched in between Sabra and Holden’s twins. Barely waved goodbye.”

  Mike didn’t blame him. The country megastar’s hillside retreat was enough to make anyone envious. The indoor oasis was damn near a waterpark. Maybe sometime he’d have to arrange for the crew to have an overnighter there, while the kids stayed back at Hot Rods.

  His imagination went wild with possibilities.

  Or maybe that was his libido.

  Either way, he was about to call an end to these festivities so they could begin others. It seemed like the Hot Rods and Hot Rides groups were having similar thoughts. The regular guests had excused themselves hours ago, and now it was down to just them. Where they’d mingled seamlessly earlier, they began to sort themselves out and mill around in three distinct clumps.

  Quinn, Mike, and Eli gathered at the center. Each of them the unofficial head of their clan.

  “Time to split up?” Quinn asked, glancing over his shoulder at his husband, Trevon, who was slow dancing with their wife, Devra.

  “Yup.” Eli grinned as he stared over at his wife, Sally, who was sitting in their husband Alanso’s lap, her hands folded on her not-so-flat stomach. “I want to take full advantage of the romantic mood while Sally’s still up for it. This might have to last us a few months.”

  Mike snorted. “With an infant in the house, you’re going to be lucky to find the energy for a year.”

  “Then it sounds like you better make the best of tonight too,” Quinn teased.

  And it hit Mike all over again. Yeah. A baby. His. Kate’s. They were starting again. Except this time they were going to be older and more tired.

  “You’re right. Gotta go. Thanks for the food and for including us in the big day. Tell Kyra, Ollie, and Van the same when you can think straight again, will you?” Mike shook Quinn’s hand. He was so grown and confident now, compared to the troubled teenager he’d been when they’d first met. Maybe it was knowing he was going to be a dad again, or because no matter how old you were, you sometimes needed someone to tell you when you did something right, but he used his grip to pull Quinn into a one-armed hug and said, “You’re doing great, kid. I always knew you’d figure things out. Have fun with your gang tonight.”

  “Uh, thanks.” Quinn ducked his head, the hint of his sheepish, younger self peeking through for just a moment. “That means a lot coming from you.”

  Eli cut through their sentimental moment with an elbow to Mike’s ribs. “You know that goes for you, too. Right?”

  Mike felt that sincere question like a punch to the gut. Because lately, no, he didn’t. “I don’t know, Eli. My crew is split, maybe for good. And suddenly I’m thinking about what it would be like if I followed Joe down this new path he’s blazing. What the fuck kind of leader does it make me to think of leaving half my crew behind even for a moment?”

  “A human one.” Eli put his hand on Mike’s shoulder and squeezed. “It’s okay to want better for yourself and for all of them. I hope you get a chance to talk about Giovanni’s proposal. You know, tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, tomorrow.” Mike sighed, then pushed the heavy thoughts out of his mind in favor of epic distractions. “So… See you all then, but not too early?”

  “Brunch sounds good. We’ll each bring a dish. Devra makes these pancake things drizzled in honey that you’ll want a million of, especially if you burn as many calories as I know we will.” Quinn nodded, then waved as he spun on the heel of his motorcycle boots. “Have a good night.”

  As if everyone had been waiting for the cue, they echoed Quinn’s sentiment, the three groups waving to each other as they dispersed. The Hot Rides walked toward the clearing in the woods where they’d set up a fairytale-worthy gazebo surrounded by mosquito netting filled with dozens of Moroccan lanterns and a mountain of cushions.

  The Hot Rods gang took off, their perfectly polished restored cars a parade of sexy vehicles and revving engines. The smallest bunch—the nine Powertools—piled into two vans they’d borrowed from the mechanics’ latest venture, an offshoot of the two garages where Ollie directed the conversion of vans into amazing tiny homes on wheels like his own.

  Mike drove one and James the other. They stayed together as they made the short trip through the woods to Joe and Morgan’s rented house.

  Home was where they all were, together. For right then, that was here.

  No one talked much, the anticipation building as each couple or trio sat close enough together to get in a few gentle touches and soft words en route. So when they arrived, Mike didn’t make any pretense. He waited for Joe to unlock the door, then stepped inside and pointed to the stairs before ushering everyone toward the finished lower level. There was plenty of room down there for what he had in mind.

  Without needing to be told, Neil and Dave began stripping the cushions from the mammoth sectional, arranging them on the ground. Kate entered last, having detoured for a few linens, which she held out to Morgan and Kayla. They used fitted sheets to gather and shape the cushions, and before he knew it, they’d transformed the open area into a proper adult play space complete with several faux-mattresses pushed together to make an enormous bed.

  Mike stood at the center and held his hand out to Kate, who was there to entwine her fingers with his in an instant. Joe and Morgan, Dave and Kayla, and Neil, James, and Devon fanned out in an arc facing them, waiting for him to give them some direction.

  For the first time in a while, he wasn’t sure he was the right person to do that. No matter what Eli had said earlier, he felt like an imposter. “So…”

  Neil cocked his head. “What the hell is that? This is the part where you ask why we’re still wearing clothes and start being bossy as fuck.”

  “Is that what everyone still wants?” Mike asked. “Or is it time that each of us took more control of our own lives? I used to think I was standing up for each of us and our needs. Am I actually just getting in the way?”

  “What?” Kayla, the most sensitive of the group, reached for Mike’s free hand. “You can’t really believe that.”

  “Is this because I left?” Joe took a step forward too. “Shit, I’m sorry. That had nothing to do with you, or me wanting to be in charge. I swear. I keep trying to tell you…”

  “Words aren’t enough.” Dave put his hand on Joe’s elbow and squeezed, stopping him in his tracks. “We’re going to have to drill this into his head.”

  D
evon nodded, grinning at James while she did. “I like the sound of that.”

  “You’ll always be our foreman,” James told Mike. “Even if each of us is working with another crew or no crew at all. You’re stuck with us.”

  As if to prove it to him, James started taking his clothes off. As soon as his shirt cleared his head, everyone else followed his example. They began undressing around Mike until he was the only one still decent. That included Kate, who shimmied out of the gorgeous plum satin dress she’d worn to the wedding, then kicked it to one side.

  It turned him on even more than her exposed bare skin when she put her hands on her hips and said, “Remind us where we belong.”

  Mike went from half-hard to fully erect at the steel in her tone and the force of her bravado. She was every bit as churned up as him, he was sure of it, but she put her faith in him, and the crew, to settle that unease. He should be more like Kate.

  “Yeah.” James aimed a heated glare at Mike, as if he would let them down. “That’s what I want most tonight. To know that no matter where we go from here, this is forever. I’m Powertools for life. So get over here and show me it’s true. That when I kneel for you, you’re going to be there to take what I’m giving. Now and in the future, whatever that looks like.”

  Mike would have ripped his own clothes off then if Kate wasn’t there helping him shed them as quickly as possible. Kayla, Morgan, and Devon joined in, ridding him of his socks, undoing his pants, and shoving down his underwear even as Kate finished peeling off his shirt.

  Having four women prepare him to fuck their husbands was enough to give any man a rush. Mike wasn’t strong enough to deny it even if he should.

  Neil was whispering something that sounded reassuring to James in between kisses. He glared over his husband’s shoulder at Mike as if promising to rip his balls off if he didn’t treat James right.

  “You know I would never hurt him. Or any of you. Not intentionally, and I swear I’ll do my best to do right by you all.”

  “You have to be included in that.” James twisted then, looking over his shoulder as Mike flanked him, sandwiching him against Neil. “You can’t take care of us if you don’t look after yourself.”

  “I’m about to do that right now,” Mike promised, unable to keep himself restrained even a moment longer. Not when so much of their world had shifted in the past weeks, with Joe moving, Kate getting pregnant, and now him questioning pillars of his life he’d thought were carved in stone for years.

  He needed the crew as much, if not more, than they needed him. And he intended to show them just how desperately. It figured that the rest of them were in sync with him.

  Dave reached down and grabbed Mike’s cock, which hung heavy between his thighs. He slathered it with lube, stroking it a few more times than was entirely necessary for the job. While Dave got Mike ready, Devon took care of James, drizzling lube over her husband’s ass and rubbing it in. Neil kept kissing the shit out of James even as Kate crouched beside them for an up-close view, then drew Mike’s face to her for a taste of her own.

  It was too much. If he intended to follow through on his plan, to take each one of the guys and ride them until they were mindless with pleasure, he was going to have to get going.

  “What are you waiting for?” James asked as he broke from Neil for a moment.

  “Nothing.” Mike grasped James’s hip in one hand and his own cock in the other, then sank into the slighter man. Pure pleasure traveled up his cock, which squeezed between the tight ring of muscles. James groaned and pushed back, taking all of Mike and giving him exactly what he craved.

  As he did, Neil was there soothing James, kneading his chest and rubbing his abs, easing the initial discomfort of Mike’s intrusion.

  Dave and Joe mirrored Neil and James so that the four men knelt in pairs, two side by side and two facing each other with Mike behind James on one side. He planned to make his way around the entire square, if he was strong enough to hold on in the face of so much temptation.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” Devon moaned and touched herself. “Get them good and worked up, Mike. I can’t wait for my guys to fuck me when you’ve driven them wild.”

  Neil flashed her a look that promised he wasn’t going to go easy on her or disappoint her. Then he reached for James’s cock and began to stroke it in time to Mike’s unrelenting thrusts. It wouldn’t take long, with them both using James roughly, as he preferred, for the other man to hit his limit.

  After a few minutes, Mike began to sweat. He wrapped his arm around James’s chest and pinned the smaller man to him. He felt the thump of James’s heart beneath his palm and couldn’t resist biting his neck. James clamped down on Mike’s dick, feeling a little too good. Fortunately, that also meant he was close to tapping out.

  “If you do that again, I’m going to come.” James cursed. “I wanted to go longer.”

  “Next time,” Mike promised him. James didn’t often last the longest, but he was able to come the most often of any of the guys. “For now I need you to take care of Devon so I can work on Neil.”

  “Oh fuck. Let go.” James squirmed then, dislodging Mike. They both groaned.

  James dove for Devon, tackling her to the cushions. They both giggled as he rolled to his back and lifted her on top of him. He held her hips, helping her align herself. She took his cock in hand and guided it to her pussy, sinking onto it while the seven other people around them licked their lips in anticipation of their own similar joining with their spouses.

  Sex with their partner was incredible, but when it was boosted by sharing with the crew, like now, it was mind-blowing. Witnessing the power had Mike strangling the base of his cock to keep from seeking out Kate and ending this game far too early.

  While Devon rode James, who gritted his teeth and stared at the ceiling as if begging for an ounce more stamina, Mike spun Neil around. First he reached between the man’s legs to cup his balls and tease him as he watched his husband and wife fucking in front of them.

  “Come on, Mike.” Neil groaned. “I’m not going to last past them coming together.”

  “I’ll go first.” Dave shrugged one of his meaty shoulders. “You know, to be nice.”

  Mike laughed at that. Despite his cock being hard as a steel spike and the troubling stuff he’d been ruminating on lately, here and now, things were as they should be.

  “Very gentlemanly of you,” Kayla purred as she approached her husband. She trailed her hand down his cheek and neck, making him shiver and his cock grow even more than it already had. But when her fingers toyed with the piercing in his nipple, his nostrils flared. She knew exactly how to play him.

  It wasn’t especially difficult, especially with Devon and James’s growing moans and the slick slap of their flesh making a soundtrack that echoed around the room.

  Dave swallowed hard. “Damn, that looks like it feels so good. Just like it did when you were fucking him.”

  “It’s been a while since we’ve done this,” Mike said as he took his place behind the big guy. Over his shoulder he saw Kate cupping her breast as she watched without blinking. She always loved watching him fuck the crew. And tonight wouldn’t be any exception.

  Joe noticed Mike’s stare and curled his fingers. Both Kate and Morgan came to him, kneeling on either side of him. He reached out stroking them both, one with each hand. What he did to his own wife, he also did to Mike’s, making sure she was included and taken care of, even when Mike couldn’t do it personally. Kate smiled and kissed Joe before Morgan took a turn.

  When Mike watched them, he couldn’t hold out any longer. He had to be back inside someone, fucking, and driving home these feelings he’d been terrified he’d lose. Showing them he loved them all, even if he didn’t know what was best at the moment.

  Mike took hold of his cock and aligned it with Dave’s body. Kayla grabbed the back of her husband’s neck and devoured him in a fierce kiss as Mike took possession of his ass. He grunted and Kayla devoured it, sucking on hi
s tongue and flicking the stud there the way that drove Dave nuts.

  James and Devon were studying their interaction as Devon ground on top of James. They were panting and writhing, a flurry of movement that couldn’t be sustained. Neil noticed too and cheered them on. He lunged for the couple and put a hand on each, as if needing to be connected to them when they surrendered to the energy pulsing through the room and each other.

  Mike nodded at them. “Go ahead. Come. James, fill her up so Neil can feel you when he gets in there.”

  James shouted and his hips levered off the ground. Devon’s spine arched, her head went back, her small breasts pert and her nipples tight as she screamed and shook. James followed right behind her, pumping into her as he emptied himself deep into her pussy.

  Mike shuddered, sinking to the root in Dave’s ass. Hot, tight flesh gripped him as he began to ride, inspired by the display Devon and James put on as they gave in to the desire that joined them all.

  Morgan was stroking Joe’s cock while he had the fingers of one hand buried in Kate and the other in his wife. Whatever he was doing, they seemed to appreciate it. Mike focused, leaning forward until Dave went onto all fours. It was the easiest position for him given his bum leg and the fact that Mike didn’t plan to take it easy on him because of an old injury or any other reason.

  The guy could handle him.

  He picked up the pace, knowing he couldn’t last the entire night. Not when surrounded by the people he loved most with emotions running high. But when Dave reached for his cock, Mike growled, “Not yet. Don’t touch it or you’ll ruin the ending.”

  He anchored the bigger man’s hips and withdrew his rock-hard cock from Dave’s ass with a grimace. The cool air on his dick was a rude awakening after being nestled in warm, moist flesh. Mike slapped Dave’s ass. “Give it to Kayla. Go ahead.”

  Dave didn’t have to be told twice—he practically smothered his wife, landing with his hips firmly wedged between her long, pale thighs, which were decorated with colorful tattoos. She purred and arched her back, making it easy for him to sink inside her body to find familiar pleasure despite his thick cock.