On the Clock (Market Garden, #8)(34)

Blake glanced past him, and the two beautiful men on the bed grinned back. Somehow, his clothes didn’t evaporate right off his body, but with Jason’s help, he stripped out of them. Jason took his hand again, and guided him onto the bed. The other two gestured for him to lie down between them, and he wasn’t going to protest.

Neither were they, apparently—he’d barely settled onto the mattress before Zach grabbed his jaw and kissed him, and Raoul descended onto his nipple and teased it with his tongue and teeth. There were hands all over him, but God knew whose were whose. In a quieter moment, he might’ve been able to tell them apart, but not now, and he didn’t care anyway. He was being kissed and touched. Someone was stroking his cock. Someone else was trailing a fingernail along his hipbone. Details were unimportant.

One detail, however, wouldn’t be ignored. Zach and Jason had already come, but Raoul’s thick cock rubbed against Blake’s thigh every time either of them moved in the slightest.

Blake broke away from Zach’s lips, and carefully—because there were a lot of limbs around him—slid downward until he could reach Raoul’s impressive cock. Even after all the times he’d drooled over the bartender, and after watching the man enthusiastically getting f*cked, Blake still wasn’t ready for the blissful, shuddering moan Raoul released as he ran his tongue around the head of his cock.

“Shit,” Raoul breathed. He ran his fingers through Blake’s hair and pressed gently, encouraging him to take him deeper. Though Raoul’s dick was almost too big, Blake managed, and he was rewarded with another moan, but this time the sound was immediately muffled.

He glanced up. Raoul and Zach were making out again, Zach’s fingers splayed on the side of Raoul’s neck. Raoul’s cock got even thicker and harder, and his fingers tightened in Blake’s hair, pulling enough to make it sting. Blake stroked him faster. Raoul gripped his hair tighter. And then—

Oh f*ck.

Jason’s lips and hand were around Blake’s dick. And someone else’s lips were between his shoulder blades. Zach. It had to be Zach, kissing up and down his spine and shoulders. In the back of his mind, Blake recalled he was supposed to be watching all of this, but he wasn’t about to complain about having the hot bartender’s dick in his mouth, Zach’s lips on his skin, and his own dick in Jason’s mouth. This was the very definition of heaven.

And they didn’t quit, either. Jason kept driving him crazy. Raoul kept gripping his hair just right to turn him inside out. Zach seemed to know exactly where to kiss to make his mind go blank. All of that, plus a thick cock between his lips, left him so turned on it hurt.

Raoul groaned, cursing in his native tongue. Zach exhaled hard against Blake’s shoulder, and Blake couldn’t help thrusting into Jason’s mouth, which only encouraged him and drove Blake even further out of his mind, which only made him give Raoul more.

He had no idea who came first, only that in what seemed like the same instant, semen flooded his tongue and a violent shudder jerked his whole body, and he was coming too, Jason drawing out his orgasm like Blake drew out Raoul’s.

Jason let him go. Blake let Raoul go.

And he collapsed, spent and trembling, between three of the most gorgeous men he’d ever seen.





Raoul and Zach didn’t stick around. They each gave Jason a long kiss, and then shook hands with Blake as if they were all wrapping up a benign business transaction instead of a scorching hot voyeuristic foursome, and they were out the door.

After they were gone, Blake joined Jason beneath the rumpled sheets. And just like that, it was as if no one else had ever been there. The insane experience became a distant memory, a dream, a fantasy.

But Jason was still there. He rested his head on Blake’s shoulder.

“I should call the airline.” Blake stroked Jason’s hair. “You’re definitely getting an upgrade.”

Jason laughed. “Maybe I should’ve recruited some more people to see if I could get a charter jet out of it.”

Chuckling, Blake kissed his warm forehead. “I wasn’t expecting three of you, that’s for sure.”

Jason laughed again, his breath cool against Blake’s skin. “Well, you did drop quite a gauntlet. I figured I should up the ante.” He pushed himself up to meet Blake’s gaze. “You’ll forgive me if I can’t do much more tonight, I hope.” His eyebrows pulled together. “The mind and wallet are willing, but the body is weak.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t ask for more. I’m sure you’d like to be able to move tomorrow. And sit comfortably.”

“It would be appreciated, yes.” Jason rested his head on Blake’s shoulder again.

“Nothing to worry about.” Blake absently stroked Jason’s hair as he thought about the scene that had just played out in the bed where they now relaxed. “Funny, I didn’t think Raoul was . . . well, for rent.”

Jason laughed. “He isn’t. This was more of a personal favor.”

“Good to know he hadn’t lost a bet or something. I’d hate to think this was a punishment for him.”

“Oh, no. It certainly wasn’t. He’s actually been eyeing you since you started coming in to see Jared and Tristan, so when I asked if he was game for this evening, he didn’t hesitate.”

“Damn. If I’d known that, I might’ve spent a few more minutes at the bar.”