BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (62 page)

“Join us, semental.”

Luke dropped his hand away from his dick, swallowing as he watched Seb thrus
t into Jami and hold still. He found a bottle of lube in Seb’s toy bag, poured a liberal amount into his palm, then used it to slick up his cock. He moved into position behind Seb, kissing down his spine, groaning as the solid muscles tensed and relaxed under his lips. He felt so out of control that he couldn’t do more than press his body against Seb’s. If he moved, he’d come. This was too much.

“I can’t—”

“You will.” Seb stroked Jami’s thighs and glanced over his shoulder at Luke, his eyes hard. “It is easy to take what I give you. Now, you will give something in return.”

“I want to. But this is . . . intense.”

“Do not tell me, Luke.” Seb gave him a dark smile, challenging him. “Show me.”

Gritting his teeth, Luke sank the head of his dick into Seb, moaning as the ring of muscle gripped him. He rested his forehead between Seb’s shoulders and shoved in all the way. Seb grunted, then reached back, taking a firm hold on Luke’s ass.

“Hard! Fuck me hard!”

Panting, Luke pulled out, then slammed in. Seb matched his pace, meeting each pounding thrust,
pistoning
in and out of Jami’s pussy with a hard slap of flesh on flesh. Luke threw his head back as he fought the urge to climax. Seb’s tight grip on his ass steady him, reminding him that while he might be on top, he wasn’t in control. And he didn’t need to be.

Seb hadn’t given him permission to come. And more, he suddenly didn’t want to until he’d . . . pleased his Master. Seb was right. Taking
was
easy. But giving meant so much more.

Jami screamed as her orgasm thrashed through her. Seb bent over her, grunting as Luke rammed into him.

“
Jodar
!” Seb fisted his hands in the sheet by Jami’s head as he came. His body clamped down on Luke like an iron fist.

Luke snarled as pleasure ripped through him, blazing from his balls to the head of his cock like a fireball. His legs gave out. He dropped to his knees, and stayed there until Seb dragged him up onto the bed to lie beside Jami.

Both he and Jami rested while Seb cleaned them, Jami half asleep, and Luke to worn out to move. He held Jami close, watching her eyelids flutter as she drifted away, smiling as Seb finally came to bed, curving his naked body against Luke’s.

“She’s beautiful.” Luke murmured as Seb pressed his lips to his throat. “You’re both . . . I don’t know. Fucking unbelievable. I never thought I’d get this lucky.”

“Neither did I,” Seb said softly.

“
You’re
beautiful.” Jami’s hand drifted up to Luke’s face. Her fingers traced his scar. In her eyes he saw so much love, so much acceptance, that he could tell she didn’t see anything ugly when she looked at him. But then she frowned. “Not that you believe me.”

Seb bent over him, caressing Jami’s cheek with his fingertips. “I think he does, mi cielo.”

Luke used Seb’s arm as a pillow, Jami’s soft body in his arms, solid muscle at his back. This was where he belonged. The scars on his face, the ones that went deeper, were part of him. As were Jami’s and Seb’s. Maybe once he’d thought those scars would haunt him for the rest of his life, but not anymore. He nodded slowly.

“I do.”

THE END

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