The cabin was quiet again, the evening sun casting long golden rays through the tall pine trees. Jack stood shirtless at the workbench, arms flexing as he planed a fresh slab of cedar. The scent of sawdust mixed with his natural musk, sweat glistening down his chest and the ridges of his abs. He wasn’t expecting visitors tonight. But he should’ve known better.
Lucius returned first.
He walked up the gravel path with that same hesitant stride—tall, dark-haired, in those tight jeans and a slightly rumpled button-down that clung to his lean, swimmer’s frame. His eyes flicked toward the cabin door with a mix of eagerness and guilt.
Jack didn’t look up at first. He didn’t have to. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?”
Lucius laughed softly, but his voice was strained. “I didn’t want to.”
Jack finally turned, wiping his hands on a rag. “You look like a man who’s still got questions.”
Lucius stepped into the cabin, letting the door close behind him. “Maybe I want answers this time.”
Jack moved toward him slowly, every step deliberate. Lucius didn’t back away—he stood his ground, even when Jack stopped inches from him, the heat of his body wrapping around Lucius like a blanket.
“You sure you can handle them?” Jack asked, his voice low, just above a growl.
Lucius swallowed. “Try me.”
Jack’s hand came up, cupping the back of Lucius’s neck, pulling him in—mouth crashing against mouth. This time there was no hesitation. Lucius kissed back, hungry, starved, like something inside him had finally broken open. Jack pressed him against the log wall, his thigh sliding between Lucius’s legs as their bodies tangled—slow, then faster.
But just as Jack’s hands slid beneath Lucius’s shirt, headlights swept across the front windows.
Jack froze. Lucius pulled back, flushed and panting.
“Stay right here,” Jack ordered, heading for the door.
It was Evelyn.
Her familiar car, parked in the drive. She got out in a slim-fitting navy dress that hugged her hourglass curves, her heels clicking across the stones. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a loose twist, but strands had fallen around her flushed face. Her eyes locked on Jack’s the second he opened the door.
“I didn’t call,” she said, voice clipped. “I just needed to see you.”
Jack let her in without a word, and she brushed past him—pausing only when she noticed the second pair of boots by the door.
“Company?”
Jack didn’t lie. “Lucius.”
Her brow arched, something flashing in her eyes. “Interesting.”
Lucius stepped out of the shadows, shirt still untucked, lips a little swollen. Evelyn took in the scene, the scent of tension and sex lingering in the air.
“Hello, Lucius,” she said evenly. “You always were a curious boy.”
Lucius nodded politely. “Good to see you, Ms. Lane.”
Evelyn walked further in, turning toward Jack. “So this is what we’re doing now?”
Jack’s jaw ticked. “You came unannounced.”
She crossed the room to him, finger trailing down his chest. “So did he.”
Lucius stepped back, giving them space—but watching closely. Jack and Evelyn were fire and flint—every movement thick with unfinished business. She stood up on her toes and kissed him, claiming his mouth like it was hers. Jack didn’t resist.
Lucius watched them—something stirring inside him. Jealousy? Arousal? Maybe both. He wasn’t sure what twisted him more—the way Evelyn clawed at Jack’s chest or the way Jack growled into her mouth when she bit his lip.
Jack pulled away first.
His eyes flicked between them—Evelyn, still burning, and Lucius, trying not to show how turned on he was.
Jack’s voice dropped to a rasp. “You both came here for me. Maybe it’s time we stop pretending.”
Evelyn’s eyes darkened. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” Jack said, stepping back, “you’ve both wanted to know what it’s like to be mine.”
The silence was thick. The challenge hung between them like a spark.
Jack turned to Lucius first, walked right up to him and took his chin in hand. “Still want answers?”
Lucius nodded slowly.
Jack’s thumb traced over Lucius’s lower lip, then over to Evelyn—still standing tall, still trying to maintain control. Jack moved toward her next, hand sliding up her thigh beneath the hem of her dress.
Evelyn gasped—but didn’t stop him.
“Looks like you’re both about to learn,” Jack whispered.
The room crackled with tension, lust, heat. Evelyn’s breath hitched as Jack kissed her again—this time rougher, his hand cupping her ass, lifting her until her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the table, laying her out like a feast, mouth trailing down her throat, between her breasts, dragging the neckline of her dress down to expose her.
Lucius stood frozen, watching her moan beneath Jack’s touch.
And then Jack looked up. “Come closer.”
Lucius obeyed, drawn like a moth to flame.
“Watch,” Jack said. “Then you’ll understand.”
And as Jack’s mouth descended on Evelyn, her cries filled the cabin, her heels digging into his back, Lucius stepped closer, hands trembling. Jack reached for him, tugging him into the heat of the moment—pressing Lucius’s hand against Evelyn’s trembling thigh, guiding him into the world Jack ruled so effortlessly.
What followed was a tangle of breath, power, moans, and surrender—each of them falling deeper into Jack’s spell.
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