Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

him hot and I was the one who got burned." He grinned. "Couldn't sit or shit for three days without sending you a thank you in my head."
    "He told you about me?"
    Jack looked affronted. "Of course I did! He's my -- he's mine. You think I'd keep something like that from him?"
    "I didn't mind," Taylor said to no one in particular. "Not like we haven't discussed broadening our horizons if the right man came along."
    "But I wasn't going to put you in the position of being scared that saying no would cost you your job," Jack said. "Because it wouldn't have. Would've made things awkward though, so I figured I'd just keep my mouth shut."
    "Then I left for a month and did he ever go into the red zone with no one to take the edge off."
    "I managed," Jack said, his voice tight. "Same as you did."
    "Jerking off and phone sex doesn't even come close to what you need."
    It was starting to feel as if he was eavesdropping on a private conversation. Zach cleared his throat meaningfully. "Okay. Well, still not okay, but I get it." He stared at Taylor. "You've got some fucking nerve."
    "It's why Jack loves me."
    "It's why I'm gonna wear out a paddle on your ass when I take you back to my place," Jack said.
    That underlying growl, fond and threatening all at once, started up the rinse and repeat of Zach's arousal again. Teased, kissed, given a glimpse into a world he'd gotten off on fantasizing about for years...it was all too fucking much. His hand went to his cock and he rubbed against the solid length of it with the heel of his hand, not caring if they saw him, desperate for something to soothe the ache.
    "Hey, now."
    "Touching yourself without permission? Oh, you're in trouble now." From his grin, Taylor was envious rather than sympathetic.
    "He doesn't need permission," Jack said before Zach could point that out. "He's not mine."
    Hearing it stung, the flicker of hurt he felt enough to allow him to make up his mind. Crunch time. "Suppose I was?"
    Jack got to his feet. "Then you'd know it was against one of my rules and you wouldn't do it. You're not stupid."
    "Suppose...suppose I did it anyway? Just to get -- to get punished?" He was stammering now, embarrassment and shame making him hesitate, desire and a sense of reckless freedom spurring him on.
    Taylor smacked his hand on the desk, a wide smile splitting his face. "You're such a fucking slut. I knew I liked you. We've got so much in common."
    "That'd buy you the kind of punishments that aren't much fun." Jack's gaze went to Taylor. "He's laughing now, but when he's on the receiving end of one of them, I don't think he's ever found it all that amusing."
    "I'd probably still like it just because you were doing it," Zach said. His face felt hot enough to fry eggs on, and his dick was throbbing with every heartbeat. The room and the voices were both distant and impossibly distinct, a surreal dream.
    "That's got a twisted kind of logic to it," Jack said, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You'd still be better off just asking to go across my knee and get your itch scratched."
    "Make that begging and he'd do it to you anytime, anywhere," Taylor put in. "Nothing gets Jack's dick hard like a pretty little sub begging for a red and rosy ass."
    "You're pushing me, Taylor."
    Taylor shrugged. "Too much talking. His dick's about ready to break his zipper and I can see from here you're headed that way, too. Do something, Jack. You like controlling everything and everyone; get a grip on this, for the love of God."
    Zach dared to let his gaze dip below Jack's belt. Oh God. Jack's erection was pushing at the dark wool trousers he wore, the outline clear. Huge. Long. Thick. He pictured it shaping his mouth or crammed in his hole and had to bite his lip to keep a whimper from spilling out.
    "Is that what you want?" Jack asked him.
    Zach held out his hands, palms up, a helpless gesture. "Do I want to get off? Yeah. Do I mind it being with both of you? I'm so fucking horny, I can't think straight, so no. Beyond that...I don't know what's being offered."
    "You ever done this before?" Taylor asked, serious for once.
    "Got laid? Yeah, of course. As often as I can even when all I could think about was Jack." Zach shrugged, refusing to apologize for that. "I'm twenty-two; what do you expect? I'm not going to lock my dick away just because I'd fallen for a guy I thought I'd never have."
    "You won't, he might," Taylor said. "He really gets off on making me wait. Just putting that out there, so you