Page 124 of Tempting Fate

Chapter Forty-Eight

Jamie

I don’t know who gets my clothes off; all I know is that somewhere between dragging Patch’s T-shirt over his head and fumbling with the zip on Em’s trousers, I’m naked, and then there are warm hands on my skin. It would be easy to lose myself, to hand over all control to Em and let him tell us both what to do, but the easy route is not ever one I like to take.

Instead, I return my mouth to that spot on Patch’s throat I marked earlier. The bruise is beginning to fade, but the way he pants when I suck hard makes my already-interested cock even harder.

Em chuckles when I pinch Patch’s nipple and goes to his knees.

“What are you—” I start, but he shakes his head, eyes dark and glittering with hunger behind his glasses. He takes hold of my cock and I groan. Patch does the same when Em grips his, too, and holds on to me for support.

“You know what I want to see,” Em says. He strokes us both slowly, root to tip, and I might be hard, but Patch looks like he’s aching, big cock red and already leaking. He doesn’t get it right away, either. He blinks at Em in confusion, so I chuckle and lean in, bumping our noses together before I kiss him.

Em makes a pleased sound. God, not like it’s a hardship to make out with Patch anyway—there’s something primally hot about the way he whines into my mouth when he thinks I’m going to pull back and stop kissing him—but the idea that it turns Em on only has me bite Patch’s lower lip a little harder.

Patch moans and grabs my arms hard. I tear my mouth away and glance down to see that Em has Patch’s cock in his mouth, lips stretched around his shaft. Ah, fuck. He’s stroking me, still, and his glasses are a little askew, but that’s fucking hot as well.

Em pulls off Patch’s cock and his mouth hovers over mine. I whimper. I don’t mean to, but the sound escapes me all the same. Em raises an eyebrow.

“Fuck,” I mutter, and kiss Patch again.

He surrenders to it, to me, and only holds me closer when Em sucks my cock down to the root. I don’t dare look down. If I look at him, I’ll come, and I’ve no doubt I’ll get it up again tonight, but I want to come once I’m inside him, not before.

Em sucks hard. I groan, and Patch grunts against my lips a second before he drags his mouth down my jaw.

“Em, please…” I moan. Patch gently nips my throat. Does he want to leave his mark there? I’ve seen Vince’s. He was proud as punch to show it off when he and Dax first mated, and I didn’t get it at the time, but now…

Now I want that. Not quite yet, not until we’re all ready, all on board, but then—then I want Patch to bite me, to mark me, and I want Em to do it, too.

Em licks up the length of my shaft. I look down just as he reaches the head, tongue lingering, and the throb of desire that goes through me makes my balls tighten.

“Get down here and help me out,” he says.

Patch frowns at me in confusion. I peck him on the lips and then drop to my knees. His eyes widen. His cock, level with my face now, twitches.

Em’s already stroking him, grip loose and easy, but now he aims Patch’s cock at my throat. “Just a little,” he says and leans in to speak into my ear. “Just enough to tease.”

I can’t help myself. I steal a kiss from Em—above us, Patch whimpers—before I wrap my lips around the head of Patch’s cock. He tastes like salt, warm and heavy against my tongue, and it might not be easy to take all of him in my mouth, but I’m more than ready to try.

Em tangles his fingers in my hair. His breath is hot on my neck. Just enough to tease. I remember. I swirl my tongue around the head of Patch’s cock, swallowing down salty pre-cum, and Em makes an approving sound.

“I knew you could be good when you wanted to be.”

I have no way to respond to that, not with my mouth full, so I suck a little harder instead and Patch lets out a cry as his hips jerk forward.

“Jamie,” he whines, and I want to hear him say my name like that forever. “Em, fuck, please…”

“Please what?” Em asks. His hand moves over my thigh, fingers teasing the base of my cock. His breaths are steady and even, body warm against my side as I suck Patch off.

“Please, I want to come.”

“Oh, yeah?” Em lets go of my cock and sits back on his heels. He pushes his glasses up his nose. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

I moan around Patch’s cock. I can’t help it. He shudders, hands clenching into fists as he clearly holds himself back. “I… Yes?”

“That okay with you, baby?” Em asks me.

I lift my head, taking a gasping breath as I let Patch’s cock fall from my mouth. “Fuck, yeah.” I kiss him and his breath hitches when our tongues meet. “Wanna see you swallow that load.”