“Thanks,” Mason said. He appreciated the concern, but he much preferred the type of therapy Jack and Gray had planned. Comfort and hard fucking from his men was all he needed to give him the strength to face his fears, or at least, he hoped so.

  They were able to open Nathan’s in the late afternoon. By then Mason had managed to work in the office with Elizabeth for several hours without freaking out. Before he got behind the bar and started serving, he forced himself to walk into the kitchen and stand where he’d been when Davis, aka Ferret Boy, had pulled his gun on him.

  Pure terror raced through him, but he stood his ground. Gwen and the assholes she worked with weren’t going to keep him from doing his job. And as soon as he finished for the night, he would go home to Jack and Gray.

  At least the horror of being held at gunpoint forced him to see what an idiot he’d been about his relationship with Jack and Gray. He loved them, and no matter how crazy that was, no matter that for now they had to hide it, he was going to do everything he could to keep them all together. What he hadn’t realized before was that Jack and Gray needed him just like he needed them. He wasn’t going to let them down.

  Elizabeth stayed until closing, and Anderson, one of the officers who’d been with Jack and Gray the day before, stopped by to make sure everything was secure and to escort Elizabeth and Mason to their cars. The police believed they’d caught everyone involved, but they were still being cautious, and Mason was thankful for that.

  “So you’re good friends with Jack and Gray?” Anderson asked as he walked Mason out.

  Mason’s heart thudded against his chest. Surely his being their friend wasn’t a problem, was it? “Yeah, I got to know them working here.”

  “That’s cool. They haven’t been hanging out with the guys from work much lately; I hope they’re doing okay.”

  Mason nodded. “They seem to be.”

  “Good. Well, have a good night.”

  “You too.”

  Mason shut his car door and started the engine. He wondered if Anderson was just being friendly or if he was digging for information. Did he suspect that Jack and Gray were partners outside of work? He was almost certain Detective Marsh knew what was going on, but if he were going to say something, he would have done it already.

  Thoughts of Jack and Gray’s fellow officers left Mason quickly as he drove out of downtown. By the time he pulled up in front of their house a few minutes later, his cock was hard as steel. He jumped out, beeped the car locked, and headed to the porch.

  He knocked, but no one answered. Both their cars were in the driveway, one behind the other. He started to knock again, then remembered he had a key so he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

  Immediately the light went on. Jack was standing right in front of him. “What are you doing back here?”

  Gray shut the door and crowded behind him. “You planning to rob a cop? I thought you were smarter than that.”

  Mason glanced from one of them to the other. They were both in uniforms as promised, and the sight of them made him want to strip and offer himself right there, but he knew it would be better if he played along. “You’ve got it all wrong, officer. I came back because I didn’t get enough of you the last time.”

  Jack laughed. “You’re a slutty little thing, aren’t you?”

  “Only for you,” he winked at Jack.

  “Get on your knees,” Jack said, as he began undoing his belt.

  Mason did as he was asked. Jack handed his belt to Gray, who put it on the table by the door. Mason had noticed that neither of them had their guns. They liked to play safe anyway, but he was sure they were also thinking about him and wanting him to be comfortable. He was lucky to have such considerate men in his life.

  Jack undid his pants, and Mason reached inside to free his cock. He slid his hand up and down Jack’s length before flicking his tongue across the tip and eliciting a hiss from him. As Mason leaned forward, ready to draw Jack into his mouth, he glanced at Gray, who now stood beside Jack. He was staring at Mason, eyes wide, chest rising and falling.

  “Come on,” Jack urged. “Take it into your mouth. Show me what you can do.”

  Mason sucked him then, bobbing his head rapidly while he worked the base of Jack’s shaft with his hand. As Jack’s moans and incomprehensible words grew more frenetic, Mason took him deeper until he had Jack’s full length down his throat.

  “Holy fuck!” Gray’s shout made Mason smile around Jack’s length. He loved when he got Gray that stirred up.

  Jack grabbed his head then and took control, fucking his mouth with short, fast strokes. Mason relaxed and let Jack use him the way he wanted to. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gray pull something from his belt. When he realized it was a nightstick, he almost choked himself on Jack’s dick.

  Gray caressed it, his fingers moving up and down the long, thick shaft. He stepped behind Mason and laid the tip of the stick between his shoulder blades. With firm pressure, he slid it down the length of Mason’s spine.

  Mason arched into the touch, sputtering as Gray distracted him from sucking Jack.

  Gray kept going, dragging the deliciously phallic-shaped stick along the crack of his ass, then pushing it between his legs. When he pressed the tip against Mason’s balls, Mason groaned around Jack’s cock and started sucking him harder. The pressure felt so good, even through his clothes. He needed Jack to come so he could get Gray to stop teasing him.

  Gray pressed the stick against him harder. Mason pushed back against it, wanting more.

  Gray groaned. “Fuck, you’d look hot with my stick up your ass.”

  Mason whimpered around Jack’s dick and worked himself against the nightstick.

  Gray laughed and let the stick fall to the floor with thump. Mason heard him undoing his belt. He let the rest of his police paraphernalia hit the floor and walked around Mason until he stood beside Jack again. Then he unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out. “Suck both of us,” he said, his voice gruff with need. The sight of them with their uniforms on and their cocks hanging out was nasty and hot, like the best cop porn ever.

  Mason wrapped a hand around Gray’s cock as he continued to suck Jack. Then he shifted his attention to Gray’s, loving their mingled taste. He moved back and forth between them until they were both panting and thrusting into his mouth as he sucked them. He was dizzy with the power of stimulating them both while his submissive side loved being on his knees, serving them, doing exactly what they told him to do.

  He slid his hand along Jack’s length, glancing up to see his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open. He leaned over to Gray, ready to take him into his mouth again, but Gray stepped back.

  “Don’t make him stop,” Jack pleaded.

  “When we come, we’re going to be inside him.” Gray’s tone made it clear that arguing would be futile.

  Jack gasped when Mason gave a final firm tug on his cock then sat back on his heels.

  Gray smiled down at him. “You ever had two cocks inside you at the same time, boy?”

  Mason shook his head frantically, his heart thundering against his chest.

  Gray chuckled. “He looks a little scared.”

  Jack shook his head and grinned, stroking his cock absently. “I would be too if both of these were going up my ass.”

  Mason’s chest tightened. He could barely breathe. He wanted what they offered, but he was more than a little nervous.

  “Bedroom. Now.” Gray gestured down the hall.

  Mason stood, but he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him up. He managed to stumble to the bedroom, but he had to grip the doorframe to steady himself. When he heard Gray’s heavy footsteps behind him followed by Jack’s faster, lighter ones, he wobbled into the bedroom and waited, holding his breath to see what Gray would tell him to do next.

  But it was Jack who laid a hand against the small of his back and told him what to do. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

  Mason pulled his t-shirt over his head, then struggled to make his fingers co-operate to unfasten his jeans. Finally he got them loose and pushed them over his hips, but he nearly fell down trying to toe off his shoes. When he lay down and turned to face Jack and Gray, they were both staring at him with predatory looks on their faces.

  “Did you bring the cuffs?” Gray asked Jack.

  “Oh yeah.” Jack gave Mason an evil grin. Then he crawled up on the bed. “Put your hands over your head.”

  Mason reached up and gripped the headboard. Jack slid the cuffs around one of the slats in the headboard, then snapped one around each of Mason’s wrists. They weren’t the police-issue cuffs normally on their belts. They were lined with soft material made for the kind of play they all enjoyed.

  Gray laid a hand on Mason’s thigh. “Open wider.”

  Mason shivered as he complied, dropping his legs open so Gray had perfect access. Jack handed Gray a tube of lube, and he slicked up the fingers of his right hand, all four of them. Mason’s eyes widened.

  “I’ve got to open you up good if you’re going to take both of us up there.”

  Mason nodded slowly, hoping Gray didn’t insist he answer. Gray must have known he was overwhelmed, because he caressed the inside of his thigh and didn’t push further, not for his obedience anyway. He did push a finger in all the way to the knuckle, making Mason gasp and arch up to meet him.

  “Eager, aren’t you, boy?”

  “Y-yes,” Mason cried out as Jack pinched one of his nipples, then used his tongue to ease the sting.

  Gray eased in and out of his ass while Jack continued to torment his nipples.

  “You like this, boy?” Gray asked.

  Mason nodded frantically.

  Gray teased the edge of his entrance with another finger. “Answer properly if you want more.”

  “Yes, sir. I…oh God.” Gray added a second finger and drove deep enough to brush Mason’s prostate. “More please, sir.”

  Gray slid out and added a third finger.

  Mason sank his teeth into his lower lip. The stretch was almost too much, but it felt so damn good at the same time. He wanted to be full, so full he forgot everything but Jack and Gray.

  He whimpered when Gray pulled his digits out. “Does that hurt, boy?”

  “Yes. No. I…”

  “Suck him, Jack,” Gray ordered.

  “With pleasure.” Jack leaned over and gripped Mason’s cock, angling it toward his mouth. He looked up at Mason as he swallowed him down. Mason bucked up into his mouth, but Jack shoved his hips back to the mattress. “Stay still.”

  “Can’t.” He squirmed, trying to get loose.

  Gray slapped his ass. “Don’t make us tell you again.”

  Mason squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on keeping his hips still, but between Jack’s hot mouth and Gray’s thick fingers he was sure he was going to lose his mind. Jack sucked him hard, and Gray drove into him faster and faster.

  “Please!”

  “Take it,” Gray growled.

  Mason tried but he couldn’t stay still. Jack held him down, and Mason started jerking on the cuffs. “Have to touch you. Please!”

  Suddenly panic hit him. He needed to be free. He needed Jack and Gray, not the men they were pretending to be, but the real men who loved him.

  “Please!” He was so far gone with the twisted up feelings of fear and pleasure he couldn’t think what to say. Then he remembered his safeword. Red. But before he uttered it, Gray realized something was truly wrong.

  “Stop, Jack,” he shouted.

  Jack released Mason’s cock and sat back on his heels, but he kept a hand on Mason’s stomach, caressing him with soothing strokes.

  Gray slipped his slick fingers from Mason’s ass. “What’s wrong?”

  Mason wanted to explain, but he needed to touch them first. He tried to reach for them and remembered he was still cuffed.

  Gray looked at Jack. “Uncuff him.”

  Jack released his wrists and Mason reached for him, pulling him down until their lips were about an inch apart. “Kiss me,” he whispered, sounding incredibly vulnerable.

  Jack reverently brushed his lips over Mason’s. “I love you.”

  Mason blinked back the hot tears that had risen to his eyes. “I love you too.”

  He looked up at Gray then, hating the worry on his face. “I love you both, and I do want this, but I want it to be just us, no games, just us like we really are.”

  Gray shifted so he could touch Mason’s face. He caressed Mason’s cheek as he spoke. “Then that’s exactly how we’ll do it.”

  CHAPTER 18

  Jack started unbuttoning his shirt, and Mason frowned at him.

  Jack raised a brow. “What?”

  Mason looked from one man to another. “Um…I know I said no games, but you’re just so fucking sexy in your uniforms, and it makes what we’re doing…I don’t know…nastier.”

  Jack laughed as he stopped working on his shirt and kissed Mason instead. Gray pushed his fingers back into Mason suddenly, making Mason gasp. But within seconds, he was bearing down, trying to get them deeper, nearly out of his head with want. He wrapped a hand around the back of Jack’s neck, holding him still so he could get a good taste. When he finally let go so he could get some air, Jack walked on his knees until he was beside Gray.

  Mason reached for him, but Jack shook his head. “I want to watch him get you ready. I want to see all his fingers disappear into you.”

  Mason made a strangled noise. Gray looked at Jack, and they smiled at each other. Then Gray pulled all the way out and pushed back in with all four fingers.

  “Oh my fucking God,” Mason yelled. “Are you…I can’t….”

  Gray held his hand still. Only the tip of his pinkie was inside Mason.

  Mason tried to get a breath. He needed to know if Gray was going to try to put his whole hand up his ass. All he got out was “G-gray?”

  Gray smiled at him, rubbing his abdomen with his free hand. “It’s okay, I won’t go any further than my fingers tonight.”

  Tonight? “Okay, I don’t know if I can⁠—”

  Gray laid a finger over his lips. “It’s fine. You don’t have to want more, ever. If you do, we’ll take it very slowly.”

  Mason nodded. He would never have thought he’d want a man to fist him, but now, with Gray’s four fingers in him, he wasn’t sure there was anything he wouldn’t want from Gray.

  Gray pushed in a little farther and Mason groaned.

  “Is this okay?” Gray asked.

  Mason nodded.

  Gray went deeper.

  Mason gasped and shook his head. “Can’t.”

  Gray pulled back, just enough to ease the pressure until it was bearable. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Do I? Fuck, Mason didn’t know. He was scared, but this was Gray who was stretching him. Gray would be careful. “No.”

  Jack wrapped a hand around Mason’s cock and starting jerking him off, working him until he was more concerned with pushing up into Jack’s hand than with the ache in his ass. As he relaxed, Gray was able to push in more. It felt incredible to be so full. Just the idea of all of Gray’s fingers inside him to the knuckle drove him to the brink of climax, and he welcomed the burn as Jack’s hand moved faster on his cock. “More,” he begged. “Fuck me with your hand.”

  Gray gave him what he wanted, and in seconds Mason was squirming, pushing against Gray, trying to take even more, but Gray pulled back. “That’s enough for now.”

  Mason knew he was right, but he still protested when Gray released him.

  “Get me ready,” Gray said, stretching out on his back next to Mason.

  Jack handed Mason the lube. Mason squirted some in his hand and slicked up Gray’s cock. Then Jack took the bottle from him so he could get himself ready.

  As Mason slid his hand slid up and down Gray’s fat length, he became mesmerized thinking about Gray buried inside him with Jack there too, both their cocks bare, rubbing against each other inside his ass. His own cock was painfully hard, and his ass fluttered, feeling much too empty after being stretched so far by Gray’s hand.

  “Ride me,” Gray commanded.

  Mason straddled him and gripped Gray’s dick so he could line it up. Then he sank down slowly, letting Gray’s cock open him back up. “Feels so damn good.”

  “God, yes. So hot having you like this, with nothing between us.” Gray suddenly tensed.

  “You ok?” Mason asked.

  He gave Mason a strained smile. “Yeah. Just trying not to lose it before Jack can join me.”

  His words made Mason’s cock jerk, and his ass tightened around Gray.

  “Fuck,” Gray roared. “That’s not helping.”

  “Sorry.” Mason grinned, but he wasn’t really sorry—and Gray knew it.

  Mason rose and fell, loving the feel of Gray’s entire length buried in him. Then Jack laid a hand on his back, pushing him forward. “My turn.”

  Mason moaned when Jack teased the edge of his entrance with the tip of his cock. Gray wrapped his arms around Mason and pulled him down until he lay on Gray’s chest. Jack teased a little more, then he started to push inside. Mason tensed. This was going to hurt.

  “Relax.” Gray stroked. “I’ve got you.”

  Mason tried to breathe and sink into Gray, but when Jack pushed in more, Mason cried out, certain he was being split in two.

  Gray reached between them and circled Mason’s cock. Mason raised up enough for Gray to be able to give him tight, firm strokes.

  Jack eased forward again. Pleasure, pain. Too much and not enough.

  “Don’t stop,” Mason pleaded. It hurt but somehow it felt so fucking perfect to have them both.

  “I won’t.” Jack pushed deeper.

  Mason bit his lip, holding in a sob.

  “Let it out and stop us if it’s too much,” Gray scolded. “We can try another time or never. We want you to enjoy this.”

  “I do. I need this, I just….”

  Gray stroked his cock harder, and Jack licked and nibbled his neck, his shoulders, his back. Then he bit down on the curve of Mason’s neck and drove in the rest of the way.

  Gray teased the slit and stroked him in his favorite way. Mason screamed as pain combined with the pleasure. It was too much, both physically and emotionally. Mason thought he might combust. “Oh god, we’re really…you two are really….”

 

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