The Shepherd (The Game 6)

“You can remove your clothes.” I sipped from my drink.

His eyes clouded with lust, and he extended his drink to me so he could obey my command. And he just went with it. In the experience we’d gathered together so far, I’d noticed he rarely, if ever, questioned my orders. Which meant he automatically trusted my intentions, my ability and promise to keep him safe, and my judgment.

It went without saying that it meant the world to me.

If that didn’t scream total power exchange, I didn’t know what would.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Lucian and KC usher their boys to a lounger too.

Then the lashes of the flogger danced through the air in a figure eight, barely ghosting across Tate’s back. But it was enough for him to tense up, giving more definition to his muscles, as he braced himself for a more forceful impact.

Nothing stood between Tate and the flames, aside from a sheen of water.

After setting Archie’s drink on the ground, I slid down a little to get comfortable, and I pulled up a knee a bit. My boy folded his clothes neatly and placed them next to his drink before he returned to the spot between my legs. But he shifted lower now, and his stare remained fixed on Kingsley and Tate, or so I presumed.

I took a swig from my drink and let my gaze travel the length of Archie’s back, down to his pert ass resting atop his heels. His flawless posture was straight-up porn for me. Even the soles of his feet and his toes sticking out from under his ass drew me in.

He was probably blocking Sloan’s view from where he sat, but Sloan didn’t seem to care. He leaned closer to me and started kissing my neck.

A shudder ran through me, and I took another gulp from my drink before I placed it with Archie’s. Then I snuck an arm around Sloan’s shoulders, and we met in a slow, lazy, tongue-teasing kiss that heated me up more than a blanket could.

“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he whispered under his breath.

Desire pummeled through me, and I cupped the back of his neck to pull him in, to draw him closer, to get more of him. “You should’ve smacked sense into me sooner.” I kissed him harder and felt his fingers along the buttons of my shirt. “You know why I blocked that option before I knew it was an option, right?”

He nodded and rested his forehead to mine. “I know, Shep.”

As we locked eyes, I was yanked in two different directions—one where comfort and surety reigned, one where the thrill of the future prevailed. In his eyes, I saw us, the fears we were finally leaving behind, and the confirmation that we were on the same page. We’d been scared for the exact same stupid reasons.

He undid the top three buttons of my shirt and kissed me again, unhurriedly, snaking his tongue around mine, and I tasted the rum on him, the sweetness of the Coke, and he seduced me so fucking expertly.

To the sounds of Tate gasping and moaning, Sloan managed to undo my shirt, my belt, and my pants, all while he turned my brain into a dizzy mess. Well, with help from the alcohol that flowed in my system.

Soon, it wasn’t only Tate expressing sounds of pleasure. Noa and Cam began moaning almost simultaneously, thickening the atmosphere around us further.

I broke from a kiss to catch my breath, and Sloan kissed his way down my chest instead. I exhaled and shivered, and I reached for my drink to quench my thirst.

“Fuck.” I hissed when he reached into my boxer briefs and fisted my cock. “Slave boy, fetch us some oil.”

I wasn’t gonna be able to wait. Before we left the pool area and threw ourselves in my bed in the cabin, I would empty my balls in Sloan’s ass.

While Archie soundlessly rose from the lounger, Sloan pulled out my cock and licked the length of it. I sucked in a breath and stared hungrily. Archie didn’t go far; he grabbed his pants and retrieved his wallet. Smart boy who came prepared. He produced two single-packs as Sloan tried to yank down my pants. I lifted my hips to make it easier for him, and I finished my drink so I could use both hands.

As if Sloan wasn’t sexy enough, Archie stood right next to me, visibly turned on. I reached out and touched his smooth cock and balls, rolling them in my hand, stroking him, rubbing him.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

Archie obeyed instantly, effectively serving up his ass on a platter.

I breathed out a curse and squeezed his delectable ass cheeks. Sloan noticed. He kept his eyes on the boy as he sucked my cock into his mouth, and the sight was so goddamn sexy that I risked fucking things up by rushing ahead again. But it was their fucking fault for being so irresistible.