Page 104 of Incisive

“Strip, boy,” Jordan orders from where he stands behind me.

Without hesitation I yank my shirt off over my head and discard it next to me. Rolling back onto my right hip, I quickly work my jeans down far enough I can remove Duck, too. Moments later, I’m naked and on my knees in a bow with my head resting on the tops of Leo’s shoes.

Exactly where I want to be.

My eyes fall closed as I feel Jordan kneel behind me. Gooseflesh ripples over my skin, partly because of the chill in the air and partly from the feel of his warm, smooth hands stroking my body.

I might control the most powerful nuclear arsenal in the world but when I’m on my knees between these two men I’m utterly helpless.

That’s not a complaint.

The sound of Leo unfastening his jeans makes my mouth water. When I hear him pat his thigh I’m up in a flash and dive for his lap where his left hand holds the base of his erection.

My eyes drop closed again as I swallow him deep, his moan and mine merging, mingling while his right hand sinks into my hair and tightly fists it to hold me in place.

Not that I’m willingly going anywhere before we’re finished.

A pleased hiss escapes him. “Easy, pet,” he murmurs. “No rush. Don’t get me off yet.”

I settle in with my arms wrapped around his hips.

That’s when Jordan grabs my hips and nudges my knees wider apart.

Yay!

I arch my back, giving him a better angle as he quickly lubes me before donning a condom and sliding his sheathed cock deep inside me, making me moan. My own erection throbs while Jordan settles in, his jean-clad thighs pressing against the backs of my bare legs as I’m now securely impaled between them.

I love it when they use me, take me like this.

I love beingtheirs.

I lovethem.

Peace settles over me, shoving aside every other thought in this blessed moment. No re-election concerns, no worries about my sister’s bullshit—none of that permeates this temporary bubble of passion and pleasure engulfing the three of us.

Leo’s hand on my head alternates between fisting my hair and massaging my scalp. “That’s it, pet. Merry Christmas. You and the boy have both earned a break.”

My own pleasure is secondary to theirs in this perfect moment. Jordan takes his time fucking me, meaning Leo likely already got him off earlier while I was down here.

Double yay!

It means he’ll last longer. Every thrust he takes shoves me onto Leo’s cock and glides against my sweet spot. Tonight I know this alone won’t get me off, because we’re not in bed, but there have been the rare nights where they’ve managed to make me explode like this without even touching my cock.

Every breath I take, when Leo’s cock isn’t so far down my throat I can’t, means I get a lungful of Master’s warm, musky scent. Jordan makes sure we’re using the same body wash and shampoo Leo does, the same deodorant, the same clothes detergent—except for our suits—that means we both remain anchored to our owner even when we can’t be with him.

But nothing beats having my arms wrapped around Leo’s solid body.

“Such a perfect pet,” he whispers. “The boy says you’ve been so good for him lately that we wanted to give you a special reward tonight.” I didn’t realize I was moaning but then Leo chuckles. “Sounds like he’s enjoying himself, boy.”

“I know I am,” Jordan grits out from behind me. He doesn’t dare slap my ass the way I love while he fucks me because we don’t want the officers stationed just outside to hear that. But his fingers dig deep into my hips and I know I’ll bear marks in my flesh there in the morning, lovely blue bruises that I’ll smile over when I see them in the mirror.

“Then hurry up and get yours, boy,” Leo tells him. “You already got one earlier. I want mine.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My heart skips, gallops over their words, both the way they’re talking about me and knowing that they’re taking their pleasure with and from me. It fills me with prideful power that this, at least, is something I can give them, for now. It’s something no one can take from me, either, and nothing anyone else can give them with the unshakeable bond we have.

When it comes tothisabout my personal life, if in no other way I am incisive and know they are my world and my future and my everything. Maybe it took me a while to make it to this point, and I still struggle with admitting it to anyone else, but there is no speck of doubt anywhere in my soul who I belong with and who owns me.