Free Fitting In by Silvia Violet Page A

grabbed onto his hips, and pulled him back, fitting his erection between Mason’s cheeks. He kissed and nibbled Mason’s neck, making him moan into Jack’s mouth.
    A few seconds later, Jack released him and used his grip on Mason’s shoulders to turn him to face Gray.
    Gray cupped Mason’s face and licked at his lips before kissing him, tenderly, reverently at first and then harder until they were devouring each other. Jack ground himself against Mason’s ass, muttering compliments about how hot Mason was.
    Finally Gray pulled away and grinned.
    Mason swayed and Jack steadied him. “You ok?”
    He nodded and then shook his head and laughed. “I don’t know. I think so.”
    He turned around and Jack gave him an assessing look. “We need to feed him or he’s going to pass out.”
     “No, I—”
    “Yes,” Gray agreed. “Dinner first.”
    “Are you sure?” Mason hoped he didn't sound too whiny.
    Gray smiled. “Anticipation is good for you, remember?”
    “Please tell me you aren’t going to send me home and make me wait again.”
    Gray raised a brow. “Are you going to complain if I do?” His tone was dark, the same one he’d used when pretending to be the bad cop.
    Mason shuddered. “No, sir.”
    “Good.” He ran his hand up and down Mason’s back. “I have another surprise for you.”
    Mason suddenly felt dizzy.
    Gray looked at Jack. “Is dinner ready yet?”
    A laugh burst from Jack. “Who’s impatient now?”
    “I’m just hungry, damn it,” Gray growled.
    “Sure you are.” Jack laughed.
    Mason watched the two men banter with each other and a deep longing to be a part of what they had hit him again. Where was he going to find another man who could dominate him like Gray or make him smile like Jack? And how the hell was he going to give them up when the time came?
    Gray opened a bottle of wine and poured each of them a glass while Jack served dinner: baked ziti, crusty garlic bread dripping with butter, and a simple green salad with a homemade Italian dressing. After tasting everything, Mason looked at Jack, amazed. “This is incredible. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
    Jack gave an uncharacteristically shy smile. “My mom mostly, but I also watched a lot of cooking shows after I left home. I was used to really good food, and I couldn’t live off frozen shit like the other guys at the academy. After I met Gray, I had someone to cook for so I just kept practicing.” 
    “And I am very appreciative,” Gray said, making the words sound dirty. Mason could imagine just how he expressed his appreciation.
    Jack actually blushed, letting Mason know that Gray’s efforts to get Jack to keep cooking for him must have been extraordinary.
    “Well, I can’t cook for shit, but I can clean and I make good cocktails,” Mason said, then immediately regretted his words. He sounded like he was trying to sell himself. They didn’t need his paltry skills. Not when they had each other.
    Gray smirked. “We know exactly what you can do.”
    Mason resisted the urge to fan himself.
    Gray turned to Jack. “What do you think? Should we save dessert for later?”
    Jack raised a brow. “I thought Mason was dessert.”
    Mason swallowed hard as Jack looked him up and down.
    Gray licked his lips. “He sure will taste good, but I know you made something for us so don’t try to deny it. You’re not going to leave me and Mason in bed at two AM and sneak down to eat it all yourself.” 
    At least Mason wasn’t going to be forced to anticipate for too long if Gray was planning for him to spend the night in their bed. 
    Another night with them. Another chance to snuggle in bed and let them seep further under his skin. 
    “I need to go to the bathroom,” Mason blurted out. Suddenly, he was desperate for a few moments alone.
    “Are you ok?” Jack looked concerned.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. I just drank my wine too fast.”
    Jack looked over his shoulder at Gray. What were they saying with that silent