Fitting In (8 page)

Jack called just before Mason headed to work that evening, but Mason let the call go to voice mail. He could feel his brain freezing up at the very thought of talking to Jack. What would he say? They’d given him an amazing night, and he practically ran from their house like it was on fire. 

During his first break at work, Mason sent Jack a quick text. He still wasn’t ready to hear Jack’s sexy voice. When he thought about the things Jack had said to him and the way it felt to be caught between him and Gray, heat filled his face. He really hoped they wouldn’t come into the bar that night. He’d have to face them eventually, but he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be over the intensity of the emotions they’d made him feel.

 He’d told them he wasn’t freaked out by what they’d done, but he wasn’t being completely honest. He’d never come that close to a total meltdown, and he’d never surrendered to anyone so utterly. It was as if Gray and Jack had reached inside his mind, pulled out his most secret fantasies, and then gone a step further and discovered things Mason didn’t even know he longed for. They’d made him feel accepted and cared for in a way no one ever had. He’d never be able to explain to anyone how being tied up and spanked made him feel cherished, but it did.

Gray may have dominated him, and Jack may have been his willing accomplice, but Gray had also worshipped him and taken the time to give him what he needed in a way no other man had even come close to doing. And Jack knew just when Mason started getting tense or scared. He knew the right words to say to calm him down and give him permission to simply enjoy what he felt. Mason had been safe with them, as he’d known he would be. How had he gotten so lucky to find such caring lovers, and so unlucky to feel more for them than he should?

Mason tried to put them out of his mind as he worked, but the more he tried not to think of them, the more he thought of nothing else. Nothing but Gray looming over him while he was tied to the chair, almost but not quite touching him, making him want to beg. Nothing but the sound of Gray’s hand slapping his ass and the bite of erotic pain that made him want to scream. Nothing but letting go of everything—tension, self-control, any attempt to hide how deeply he felt for them. All of it stirred Mason up, making him crazy, making him want to call them and ask to do it all again. 

Gray had used the words “next time”, but Mason shouldn’t sleep with them again even if they did ask, because while most of his memories made him horny as hell, he also remembered the way Jack and Gray looked at each other. They hid their feelings for one another well enough in the bar, only someone who already knew would see it, but at home the depth of those feelings were more than obvious. 

Mason squeezed his eyes shut. The memories of hot sex he could handle, but the rest, the agonizing emotions Gray dragged from him, the sweetness of their concern for him, Jack’s insistence on sending him home with a hot breakfast, those were the things that would do him in, make him feel too much, make him not want to let things end, ever.

A few minutes later, Mason’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Jack. 

Are you free tomorrow night? Want to meet at our place for dinner?

Dinner at their place? More of Jack’s cooking? For the sake of his sanity, he should say no. He could easily pretend he had plans or that he had to work. His fingers hovered over the keypad. Then, before he could stop himself, he responded.

What time and what should I bring?

CHAPTER NINE

The next evening, Mason picked up some wine and took the bus to Gray and Jack’s house. When he raised his hand to knock, he realized it was shaking. Why did he have to make such a big deal out of this? He was going to have a home-cooked dinner and then get fucked by two hot guys, two hot cops even. He should be excited, not scared. 

Gray opened the door and Mason’s eyes widened at the sight of him. No matter how many times he saw the man, he never stopped being surprised by his sheer size. That night he was wearing a t-shirt that said “Badass Cop”, which made Mason smile.

“You gonna come in?” Gray asked, chuckling.

Mason realized he’d been staring for quite some time, something that always seemed to happen around Gray. 

“Yeah. Sorry.” 

“I don’t mind at all,” Gray said. His low voice was so fucking sexy. Mason wondered if he could come just from listening to him. 

As Mason walked into the house, he let his gaze roam Gray’s body some more. He sucked in his breath when he saw Gray’s cock, hard and straining against the thinning fabric of his worn jeans.

Mason wanted to fall to his knees, unzip Gray’s pants, and take Gray into his mouth right that second. Probably bad etiquette though. Dinner first, then blowjobs. Wasn’t that how a date worked? 

Why the hell were they pretending this was a date anyway? Jack and Gray wanted to fuck him, and it wasn’t like they had to try and seduce him. Why else would they—

“Mason,” Jack called, interrupting his thoughts. 

“Hi! Um…thanks for inviting me.” Mason suddenly realized he’d never really greeted Gray.

He turned and looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t even say hello.”

Gray chuckled. “Don’t worry. Your look said it all.” Gray laid one of his big, warm hands against the small of Mason’s back and guided him toward Jack. 

Whatever Jack was cooking smelled heavenly, earthy and rich and garlicky, definitely Italian. Jack let his gaze sweep up and down Mason’s body. Mason’s cock had already taken a serious interest in Gray, and now it filled more as Jack looked at him like he was going to be dinner.

“I brought wine.” He lifted up the grocery bag he’d been holding, and Gray grabbed it and set it on the counter.

Jack wiped his hands on a towel and came around from behind the kitchen island. He pulled Mason into his arms and kissed him, not a chaste greeting kiss, but a kiss filled with all the passion Mason was trying to keep bottled up. Maybe blowjobs and other fun didn’t have to wait until they’d eaten after all.

As he and Jack explored each other’s mouths with leisurely abandon, Gray stepped behind him, grabbed onto his hips, and pulled him back, fitting his erection between Mason’s cheeks. He kissed and nibbled Mason’s neck, making him moan into Jack’s mouth.

A few seconds later, Jack released him and used his grip on Mason’s shoulders to turn him to face Gray.

Gray cupped Mason’s face and licked at his lips before kissing him, tenderly, reverently at first and then harder until they were devouring each other. Jack ground himself against Mason’s ass, muttering compliments about how hot Mason was.

Finally Gray pulled away and grinned.

Mason swayed and Jack steadied him. “You ok?”

He nodded and then shook his head and laughed. “I don’t know. I think so.”

He turned around and Jack gave him an assessing look. “We need to feed him or he’s going to pass out.”

 “No, I—”

“Yes,” Gray agreed. “Dinner first.”

“Are you sure?” Mason hoped he didn't sound too whiny.

Gray smiled. “Anticipation is good for you, remember?”

“Please tell me you aren’t going to send me home and make me wait again.”

Gray raised a brow. “Are you going to complain if I do?” His tone was dark, the same one he’d used when pretending to be the bad cop.

Mason shuddered. “No, sir.”

“Good.” He ran his hand up and down Mason’s back. “I have another surprise for you.”

Mason suddenly felt dizzy.

Gray looked at Jack. “Is dinner ready yet?”

A laugh burst from Jack. “Who’s impatient now?”

“I’m just hungry, damn it,” Gray growled.

“Sure you are.” Jack laughed.

Mason watched the two men banter with each other and a deep longing to be a part of what they had hit him again. Where was he going to find another man who could dominate him like Gray or make him smile like Jack? And how the hell was he going to give them up when the time came?

Gray opened a bottle of wine and poured each of them a glass while Jack served dinner: baked ziti, crusty garlic bread dripping with butter, and a simple green salad with a homemade Italian dressing. After tasting everything, Mason looked at Jack, amazed. “This is incredible. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

Jack gave an uncharacteristically shy smile. “My mom mostly, but I also watched a lot of cooking shows after I left home. I was used to really good food, and I couldn’t live off frozen shit like the other guys at the academy. After I met Gray, I had someone to cook for so I just kept practicing.” 

“And I am very appreciative,” Gray said, making the words sound dirty. Mason could imagine just how he expressed his appreciation.

Jack actually blushed, letting Mason know that Gray’s efforts to get Jack to keep cooking for him must have been extraordinary.

“Well, I can’t cook for shit, but I can clean and I make good cocktails,” Mason said, then immediately regretted his words. He sounded like he was trying to sell himself. They didn’t need his paltry skills. Not when they had each other.

Gray smirked. “We know exactly what you can do.”

Mason resisted the urge to fan himself.

Gray turned to Jack. “What do you think? Should we save dessert for later?”

Jack raised a brow. “I thought Mason was dessert.”

Mason swallowed hard as Jack looked him up and down.

Gray licked his lips. “He sure will taste good, but I know you made something for us so don’t try to deny it. You’re not going to leave me and Mason in bed at two AM and sneak down to eat it all yourself.” 

At least Mason wasn’t going to be forced to anticipate for too long if Gray was planning for him to spend the night in their bed. 

Another night with them. Another chance to snuggle in bed and let them seep further under his skin. 

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Mason blurted out. Suddenly, he was desperate for a few moments alone.

“Are you ok?” Jack looked concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just drank my wine too fast.”

Jack looked over his shoulder at Gray. What were they saying with that silent communication thing couples could do? Did they think they’d scared him? He wanted to reassure them, but he was scared, just probably not for the reasons they thought.

He rose on unsteady legs and took a step. Gray grabbed his arm. “Tell me the truth.”

What could he say? That he longed to be looked at the way they looked at each other? That he was afraid of what he was feeling because it was way more than lust? That he thought he might lose his mind over them?

“It’s just…a lot. All this.” He gestured around stupidly as if the room was too much: the bright walls, the antique table, the limited but pleasant decor, the mouth-watering dessert Jack had taken from the fridge and placed on the counter.

Jack touched his arm and looked in the same direction. “It’s only tiramisu. It looks complex, but it’s very easy to assemble.”

Mason was sure he was talking about more than delicious dessert, but he chose not to comment on the deeper meaning. “I love tiramisu.”

“Then you’ll be fine. Just relax and enjoy.”

“I’ll try.” Jack was a good man and so was Gray. Gray might not know how to express himself as well as Jack, but they were a good team. No wonder they’d been partnered on the force. It sucked that they had to stay in the closet to keep working together. 

“Good. I’ll serve us some dessert while you use the bathroom,” Jack said.

Mason relieved himself, drank some water, and messed around with his hair for a few minutes. Then he took a slow, deep breath and forced himself to go back to the kitchen.

“Better now?” Jack asked.

Mason nodded. And he was, a little.

“Good, then let’s get on with dessert,” Gray said.

“Which one?” Jack asked, an impish grin on his face.

Gray raised his brow and stared him down.

Suddenly, Mason wasn’t sure if he was okay or not. He wanted this, wanted them, but Gray was too intense. He forced more emotion out of Mason than Mason would’ve thought possible, and Jack was like sensuality personified. Together…. He shivered.

“I think he’s a little nervous,” Jack said.

“Then help him get over it.” Gray grinned. “Slip the dessert plates in the fridge and then work on settling him down while I get things ready.”

Things? What things? What is he planning?

Jack dealt with the tiramisu, and Gray walked over to Mason and laid his hand against the back of Mason’s neck. That gesture was possessive and controlling and both comforting and unsettling at the same time. He slid his hand up into Mason’s hair and rubbed Mason’s scalp with his thumb. “You’re going to love this.”

He bent and kissed the top of his head in an oddly sweet gesture. Then he walked away without looking back.

Jack cupped Mason’s chin, forcing him to turn and look Jack in the eyes.

“He’s right. You’ll love what he has planned for you, but please let us know if you need to slow down or if it’s too much right now.”

“I will.” Mason whispered the words as Jack leaned in, bringing their lips together. The kiss started off gentle. Then Jack increased the pressure. Mason forced himself to stay still and let him set the pace.

Jack walked him backward until he bumped into a stool. He sat and opened his legs. Jack pushed between them, and Mason took hold of his waist. He dropped his head back, and Jack held onto the sides of his face and plundered his mouth. When they both needed air, Jack let him go. 

“Hold onto the stool,” he ordered.

Reluctantly, Mason took his hands off Jack’s waist and gripped the seat of the stool.

Jack crowded closer, forcing Mason’s legs wider. Hot need pulsed through Mason when Jack pushed a hand between them and rubbed Mason’s stiff cock. 

“Mmm,” Jack moaned into Mason’s mouth. “So fucking hard for us. So ready.”

Mason nodded frantically. “Please.”

Jack let him go and knelt. “Don’t move.”