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Jack took a small, cautious step toward him, eyes dipped and tortured, his lips slightly pursed, his face full of a sentiment so earnest that Spencer felt a twinge in the most frightening place of all—his heart.

“Please, Spencer.” Those gray eyes bore into him with a need so raw that he couldn’t ignore it.

Spencer let out a long breath, the last of his resolve escaping him in a whoosh. “Come around back.” They’d talk on the deck. Much safer that way.

Rory turned back inside and emerged through the back door tugging her coat on. She took a seat in the last patio chair at the table.

Jack started to speak. “I’ve been a lot of things in my life, but I’ve always tried not to be a liar.” He paused and watched both of them across the table. “Funny thing was, I’d been lying to myself for a hell of a long time. When you don’t know things can be better, you become satisfied with what you have. I thought I knew what I needed, thought I had everything I wanted, but the fact was I didn’t know shit.”

He scraped his top lip with his bottom teeth, drawing the pink from it. “Then I got to be with you two. You showed me what it is to want to share myself. Not just sex for a couple of hours, but what it’s like to want that time to last, to hope there are a lot more chances to feel that amazing. I know it sounds fucking crazy, but I never let myself feel that way before. Maybe I never had the chance…I don’t know. But you were my first and I fucking cherished it. Even now, I look at that little bit of time we spent together and I wouldn’t trade it for a lifetime of hookups for anything.”

Spencer couldn’t say a word. He sat with his jaw clenched, rubbing a hole into the wood of the deck with his heel.

Rory leaned forward, laying her hands flat on the cold glass surface of their patio table. “Your father…what was it he said? ‘I hope you took care of that clunk-head demo guy’?” Rory glanced at Spencer apologetically. “What did he mean by ‘take care of’?”

“First of all, my father does not speak for me. Not anymore.” Jack inched his hand toward hers on the table, but didn’t touch. “He wasn’t speaking for me that weekend either. He had nothing to do with any of what happened between us. He knew that I invited you. It was his idea to have you over, but I wanted you there because I wanted to be close to you, to the goodness that I felt the night you took me in. I didn’t plan on seducing you. You have to know that I tried not to let it go there.”

Spencer flinched and then swallowed. “Answer the question, Jack. What did he mean by ‘take care of the clunk-head’?”

Jack sighed. “He wanted to pay you off. He was afraid you would sue.”

Spencer flicked an acorn off the table and it bounced into the barren tomato garden next to the house. “Lucky for you, the board of engineers didn’t find your company negligent.”

“My father wasn’t so sure it would turn out that way. He wanted insurance.” Jack shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I should have offered you the money. I can finally admit that I didn’t because I was afraid it would close the door on anything the three of us could have. I thought it would make you feel paid for, like I was striking a bargain for the privilege. It was like there wasn’t a good answer and I was a fucking coward about it.”

Spencer barely whispered the question. “How much?”

“A hundred thousand,” Jack said, the puff of steam from his mouth lingering in the cold air.

Spencer sucked his teeth. “I didn’t plan on suing.”

“I know. Still, it’s a lot of money. I should have given you the choice.”

“I don’t want your fucking money.” Spencer couldn’t help the venom in his voice as he said the words. He couldn’t be sure if it was pride or hurt that fueled it. A little of both, probably.

“I wish I’d handled all of it better.” Jack skittered his gaze across the deck and out to the mountain. “Mostly I wish I’d protected you better from my asshole father and his ugly ways. Anyway, when I took the company over from him, I put that money to good use with the GBLT center in Queens.”

“I read about that,” Rory said. “I’ll be interning there.”

Jack’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “Really? Knowing you, you’ll probably be running the place in a few years.” His fingers inched even closer to her fingertips, venturing a sweep across her cold knuckles. She returned his smile and didn’t retreat.

Jack reached his other hand out, upturned in front of Spencer. “I care about you both. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Can you trust me?”

Spencer pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes. “Hmm. Can I?”

“I want to show you that I deserve your trust. Give me a chance to earn the two of you.”

“Earn us?” Spencer wanted to be sure he heard him right.

“Yeah. Earn your trust, earn your bodies.” He pressed his lips into a thin line and his chest heaved up and down. Spencer realized this wasn’t easy for him either. “Maybe even earn your hearts.”

Rory’s fingers threaded with Jack’s. She looked at him with intensity. “Jack…” She had that breathiness to her voice that triggered something needful inside of Spencer. She’d come to face her need, it seemed, but for Spencer it wasn’t that easy. The rift between them and Jack had made for an easy escape hatch, away from the raw truth of his feelings. But Spencer wanted this man in his life. He’d be damned if that wasn’t the plain and simple reality. He curled his fingers into Jack’s palm, then drew back and hooked them around Jack’s fingers like links in a chain.

“You are a gift, and I will not forget it,” Jack said, pinning him with his flannel-gray eyes. Spencer exhaled. His cock awakened behind his zipper. They were all silent as Jack’s words sank in. When Spencer broke his gaze, Jack spoke again. “I think Rory is cold; she’s trembling.”

“I’m not cold,” Rory whispered.

“We should go inside, anyway.” Spencer stood. “I don’t want to give the neighbors anything to gossip about.”

“We’re just talking,” Jack said, his gaze attached to every movement of Spencer’s body.

Spencer pressed his hand to Rory’s back, guiding her from her seat. “I’m finished talking,” he said.

Jack licked his perfect lips and nodded. “Me too.”

Chapter Seventeen

The door slid shut behind them with a definitive
thud
. Rory was full of goose bumps, but it wasn’t from the November chill in the air. Jack was standing in their living room with a basket of promises that had turned her knees to Jell-O. She couldn’t help but smile, and she couldn’t wait to throw her arms around him and hug him tight.

“I’m so glad I was wrong about you.” Rory felt such a rush of relief fall over her. Jack’s arms wrapped her up like a blanket, her head tucked under his chin as he placed a kiss on her crown. He felt good and it felt OK to say it: “We missed you.”

“We?” Jack asked, raising his gaze to Spencer.

Spencer swallowed some kind of imaginary rock. She watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall in something close to slow motion. Rory thought it might have been his stubborn pride disappearing down his throat. He came to them, placing a hand at the back of each of their heads. Spencer kissed her first, tickling her lips with the softness of his tongue. Then he turned to Jack. “Rory knows me better than I know myself. Always has.” He blew out the words against Jack’s mouth. Hot, heavy words that fueled a fire deep inside her.

Jack clasped the back of Spencer’s neck and took his mouth hard and fast. She watched their tongues make brief appearances together before their lips crushed together again. Rory peeled her coat off and let it drop to the floor. Next she stepped out of her jeans and shucked off her pink angora sweater. Not quite naked, but close, she went to work on getting Spencer’s clothes off next.

His lips still busy with Jack, Spencer maneuvered his arms from his jacket as she pulled it away. He started to unbutton his shirt while she reached around him and unfastened his cargo pants. With the button and zipper released, they fell to the floor. The guys’ kiss deepened with Spencer’s hands on either side of Jack’s face. Rory slipped behind Jack and tugged at his coat until it was gone. He hastily worked his belt and jeans loose while her hands slid under his fleece sweater, over the warm and buttery smooth expanse of his muscular back.

He and Spencer broke their kiss long enough for Jack to remove his shirt entirely and toss it onto the sofa. Rory watched their twin erections strain at the fronts of their underwear. Long, lean torsos rippled with flexing muscles as they groped for more and more purchase on each other. It was frenzied and needy and sexy as all hell.

Jack pulled away, pressing his flat palm against Spencer’s heaving chest. He turned to look at Rory with eyes so sincere they made her hold her breath. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Two steps and she was between them, their hunger now directed at her. Their bodies engulfed her in warmth. Spencer’s lightly hair-dusted chest pressed against her bra while he devoured her neck with soft nips and wet kisses and wove his fingers in her hair. Jack threaded his arms under Spencer’s as he ran his fingers up and down her sides and licked a path from her shoulder to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She felt herself crumbling under the weight of her arousal, soaking her panties even more.

“Oh baby,” Spencer whispered. “Let us make you come. I love it when we make you come together.”

“I love it when you make me come…together,” Rory whispered back at him with a smile.

He grinned and scooped her up, hiking her legs around his waist. Rory hung on tight to his neck as he headed to the kitchen table.

Jack cleared the books and mail to the floor in one sweeping motion. “Put her down and we’ll both eat that sweet pussy.” He looked at her. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Ror?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“I’m going to spoil you,” he said with a grin that looked completely full of joy. “Both of you.”

Spencer’s lips parted and his tongue dabbed at his bottom lip. Rory could read the thoughts running through his head. They were probably the same thoughts that were running through hers. She spoke to both of them. “Mmmm…I really like the way that sounds.”

Spencer placed her bottom on the hand-me-down wood-and-tile table her parents had given them. She giggled a moment, thinking they certainly never could have imagined she’d be the main course on top of it. Spencer pressed her thighs to her belly, rocking her hips backward and allowing Jack to remove her cotton bikini briefs. Her clit thumped as cool air washed over her wetness.

Jack took a mouthful of her, hurriedly, and pulled back with a strong pop of suction. “Oh fuck, I missed the way you taste.” Another slurp of her juices and he sighed. “Rory, so good, baby. Spencer, your girlfriend has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever fucking tasted.”

“I know,” Spencer said, and dipped his head for a swipe of his tongue against her clit. Rory felt her cunt flood with a sudden gush of silk.

“Spread her right leg back, I have the left one,” Jack instructed.

Spencer pushed on her thigh while Jack caught her under the knee. She was wide open for them, their breath mingling together with hot puffs on her pussy. With their cheeks pressed together, they began to lick her clit, each taking pride in his respective side. Rory almost swallowed her tongue. “Oh fuck, that is amazing. I’m going to come in two seconds if you keep doing that.”

One of them took the whole swollen bud into his mouth and the other licked at her hole, flicking his tongue in and out. Her body trembled as though she had been electrocuted. The tongue was replaced by a finger and then two, while both of them laved her clit once again. Rory strained to remain still, knowing how tenuous their position was. She didn’t want to jostle them, lest they lose contact with her aching clit. The sensation made her dizzy, stupefied her and made her mute, only capable of base syllables and wailing coos. Her hands balled into fists and her teeth locked tight. Her eyes seized shut. She was going to burst. She listened to the sounds floating around her, their wet mouths on her cunt and now the slapping of skin. Spencer’s free arm moved like a piston beyond her view. He was stroking himself with ferocity. The thought did her in and she exploded, sending a surprisingly powerful gush dribbling down her ass.

“Yeah! That’s it, baby,” Spencer cried out.

“Oooohhhh…” She was coming again, against Jack’s thrusting fingers. He retracted them and laid his tongue flat, swallowing between heavy breaths. “Ohhh fuuuck!”

She was all butterflies and sparkles inside. Jack licked his glistening lips. They must have been irresistible to Spencer because he leaned forward to swipe his tongue across them—not quite a kiss, but close. Rory saw the surprise on Jack’s face. She also saw the joy.

Jack was smiling when they separated. “OK, your turn now.”

Spencer‘s entire cock jutted from the top of his boxer briefs. He peeled them down his thighs and kicked them away, then stroked himself from the base of his shaft to the tip. “How?” The question came out strained.

Jack tented his fingers against Spencer’s sternum and pressed him backward. Spencer took the steps one behind the other until he hit the wall next to the fridge. “In case your legs give out,” Jack said, with the corner of his mouth lifted. Rory joined them and instinctively took a kneeling position.

“Wait,” Jack said, grabbing the pad from the closest counter stool and tossing it on the floor.

“Thank you…sir,” she said, getting used to calling him that again.

“You’re welcome, princess,” he said and joined her, kneeling in front of Spencer. “If you don’t come on my face, Spencer, I’m going to be fucking pissed.”

Spencer laughed. “Yes, sir.”

Jack bit him on the thigh hard enough to leave eight tiny indents. “You have five minutes.”

Rory’s eyes widened. He was serious.

Jack pressed a few buttons on his watch and took Spencer’s cock in his hand. “Open up, Rory.”

He fed her Spencer’s darkened rod and Rory took it until there was no room for his hand.

“Fuck, that is nice,” Jack said before encouraging Spencer’s stance wider with his hands. A step apart and Jack slotted himself between Spencer and the wall, his face buried in Spencer’s ass. Jack’s legs extended between Rory’s, his cock still confined in his shorts. The distinct round circle of darkness told of the precum seeping just below.