Getting Hitched (Fitting In Book 5) Read online

  Contents

  Title

  Blurb

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Thank You

  Author Bio

  Titles by Silvia Violet

  Last Valentine’s Day, Gray proposed to his lovers, Jack and Mason. The three of them can’t legally marry, but they’ve spent the summer planning a formal commitment ceremony. And nothing—not nerves, Gray being assigned the case from hell, or the August heat—will keep them from saying their vows in front of their friends. Then they’ll declare their love for each other in the way they’re most comfortable, privately, in bed. Join Gray, Jack, and Mason as they prepare to get hitched.

  Getting Hitched by Silvia Violet

  Copyright © 2017 by Silvia Violet

  Cover art by Meredith Russell

  Edited by Keren Reed

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this eBook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Published in the United States of America.

  Getting Hitched is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are fictionalized. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Bend over. Now!”

  Jack and Mason flopped onto the bed, laughing.

  “Dammit! You’re really asking for it.” Gray swatted each of their asses in turn.

  “Don’t you want to take our pants off?” Jack teased.

  Both men shook their asses at him.

  Bastards. For the last hour, they’d been keeping him from getting what he wanted by going over plans for their commitment ceremony, plans they’d already been over a dozen times, plans he was getting more and more fed up with. “I want you both standing at the end of the bed now.”

  They obeyed instantly, and Gray grabbed the waistband of Jack’s tiny red shorts and yanked. “These little things barely count as pants.”

  Jack shimmied out of them and was left in nothing but a red jock with mesh straps identical to the side panels of his shorts.

  Gray spanked him again. “That’s for having a fucking matching jock on.”

  Both men giggled.

  “What does that even mean?” Jack asked.

  “I don’t know, but it fucking irritates me.”

  “Everything irritates you today,” Mason said.

  Gray jerked Mason’s shorts down. His jock was a white, serviceable one, like he’d actually been jogging or something. He slapped Mason’s ass just as hard as he had Jack’s.

  “Hey! Mine doesn’t match.”

  Gray’s only answer was to spank him again.

  Mason squealed, which made Gray smile as he pushed Mason’s shorts farther down his legs. “Get rid of those.”

  Mason obeyed.

  “Have we been bad, sir?” Jack cooed.

  Gray glared at Jack. “Don’t push me.”

  Jack arched his back deeply, deliberately showing off. “Do you need to punish us?”

  He did. Badly.

  He laid a hand on each of their asses, squeezing and letting his fingers sink into their flesh. Mason closed his eyes and purred as Jack gave Gray a cheeky stare. He loved how predictable they were in bed. He needed predictability now. And he needed to take out his frustration on their asses.

  He took a step back, wanting to be sure they were both okay with that. “I’m pissed off about all this shit for the ceremony, and I’ve had a hell of a day at work. I need to hear you both cry out while I spank you, but if you—”

  “Please,” Mason begged.

  Jack gave him a tender smile. “Gray, we’re here to give you what you need.”

  “But I—”

  Jack shook his head. “If we didn’t think we’d enjoy it, we’d say so.”

  “Mmmhmm,” Mason said.

  “Mason, look at me.”

  He opened his eyes and gave a dreamy smile.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to spank me, and I want it to hurt.”

  Gray sucked in his breath. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. These beautiful men loved him, they wanted the same things he wanted, and in a week and a half they were going to make a public commitment to him.

  “Gray?” Jack looked worried.

  “I’m fine. I’m just contemplating exactly what I want to do to you.”

  Jack wiggled his ass. “I thought you were already doing it.”

  He spanked Jack hard enough to make him yelp.

  “Bend over the mattress and stretch your arms up. Keep your heads turned so you can watch each other.”

  “Yes, sir,” they said, bending at the waist in almost perfect unison.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Mason?”

  “Can we… Could we…”

  “You’re allowed to ask for what you want, and then I’ll do as I wish.”

  “Oooh, you are in a mood tonight,” Jack said.

  Gray gave his ass two hard smacks one right after the other.

  The bastard just sighed.

  “Can Jack and I hold hands?” Mason asked.

  “You want to hold on to Jack while I spank you?”

  Mason nodded. “Yes, sir, and I want you to go hard on me.”

  “Are you sure about that? I’m in ‘a mood’ as Jack said.”

  “I’m sure. I think I’m in ‘a mood’ too, just a different one.”

  Mason had taken on the bulk of the planning for their ceremony and reception. Gray’s and Jack’s work schedules had been insane for the last few weeks, as if every criminal in town decided the dog days of August were the best time ever to commit a crime. Mason was probably desperate for some stress relief.

  “I like that idea. Hold Jack’s hand and keep the other one above your head. You can hold on to the comforter if you need to.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  They clasped their hands together. Mason smiled at Jack, and Jack blew him a kiss.

  The way Jack was acting, he was the one who deserved the hardest blows, not Mason. But Gray had the impression that Jack wasn’t in a particularly submissive mood, and Gray was okay with that. He only intended to redden their asses a bit before fucking them. He’d warm Jack up and see where things went. Maybe he’d have Jack help him give Mason what he needed.

  Without warning, Gray slapped Mason’s ass. Mason gasped and pushed back, arching his back more deeply. He didn’t need any warm-up, not in the mood he was in. Knowing how badly he wanted more, Gray ignored him and worked on Jack, until Jack’s ass was nicely red and his breathing ragged. Then he shifted back to Mason, spanking him with one hand and then the other with no breather in between. He didn’t stop until Mason was panting and sweat rolled down his face. Mason was gripping Jack’s hand so hard, it had to hurt, but Jack didn’t seem to register the pain; he kept his gaze on Mason as he worked his hips against the mattress, trying to get friction on his cock.

  Crack!

  Gray brought his hand down on Jack once more. “Stop that if you want to come tonight. Nothing touches your dick until I’m ready for it.”

  “Yes…sir.” Jack struggled to get the words out, but Gray suspected he was more wound up from watching Mason than from anything Gray had done to his ass.

  Gray turned his attention back to Mason for a few moments and then alternated blows between them until they were clinging to each other and seeming to simultaneously squirm away a
nd beg for more. Fuck, they were beautiful.

  He switched his concentration to Mason again, testing him by cracking his hand harder and harder on the same spot. Mason’s legs shook, but he stayed in position. His eyes were glazed, and Gray wondered if he even saw Jack watching him anymore. His thigh muscles were tight and tense, but his upper body was relaxed, sunk into the mattress. He was moving deeper into subspace.

  Gray caught Jack’s gaze and tilted his head toward Mason. “Do you want to help me work him over?”

  Jack nodded frantically.

  “Then get up.”

  Jack scrambled up and stood at attention.

  Gray looked him up and down. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you fuck him.”

  “Yes, please, sir,” Jack begged.

  “Mason, I want to use the crop on you. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He tilted his head toward the cabinet, telling Jack to get the crop.

  Jack returned with the implement. Gray took it and immediately whacked Mason’s ass, making him jump.

  “Jack, bring a spreader bar.”

  “I can stay still, sir,” Mason said.

  Gray caressed his reddened flesh. “I’m sure you could if I asked you to, but I want to whip your thighs too, and this will keep you safer.”

  “Y-yes, sir.”

  “Good boy. Now spread your legs.” Gray tapped Mason’s ankle with his foot, and Mason moved, opening almost the perfect distance for Jack to strap the spreader bar around his ankles.

  Gray laid a hand on Mason’s ass, enjoying the heat rising off him. “You’re going to take everything Jack and I want to give you, aren’t you, boy?”

  “Yes, sir. I want to please you, sir.”

  Gray smiled as love for Mason warmed him. “I know you do.”

  He moved to Mason’s right side, and gestured to Jack to stand on the left.

  “Let’s see if we can make him scream,” Gray said.

  They went at Mason’s ass and thighs simultaneously. Jack spanked him, and Gray whipped him with the crop. After a few moments, they switched sides to even out the torment. But even that respite only lasted a few seconds.

  When Gray finally signaled for Jack to stop, Mason’s back was slick with sweat, his breathing harsh and shallow.

  “Would you like more? Answer truthfully.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Gray studied Mason. He didn’t want to push him much further. Mason seemed so far under that he wouldn’t be aware just how much it hurt until later. Gray didn’t want him to regret asking for more, and he would never risk truly damaging him. “You’ll get ten more strokes of the crop, and I expect you to count them.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Hold his hands,” Gray said to Jack.

  Jack climbed on the bed, took hold of Mason’s wrists, and stretched his arms over his head.

  Gray slapped the crop against the back of Mason’s right thigh. The harshness of the blow must have shocked Mason, and he rose up on tiptoe.

  “Count,” Gray demanded.

  “O-one.”

  He hit Mason’s other thigh.

  “Two.”

  Gray rubbed his sore flesh. “Breathe.”

  Mason did. In and out.

  Slap.

  “T-three.”

  Slap.

  “Four.”

  Gray shifted attention to his ass, giving him two blows, one right after the other.

  Mason writhed, but he didn’t say a word.

  “Did you lose count?”

  He shivered. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Two extra for that. Jack, tell him the count.”

  “That was five and six.” Jack’s voice shook. He was spellbound by Mason’s submission.

  “Five. Six,” Mason said.

  “Do you remember your safe word?” Gray asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He cropped Mason’s thigh.

  “S-seven.”

  “That’s good, boy.”

  Crack!

  “Eight.”

  Gray gave him the last four in a hard rush.

  Mason fought to suck in air. Gray wasn’t sure if Mason could catch his breath to count.

  “Nine-ten-eleven-twelve.”

  Gray smiled at the slurred numbers but let it go, laying a hand on Mason’s back. “Very good, boy.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Get him some water,” Gray said to Jack. Then he bent to unstrap the spreader bar. He massaged Mason’s ankles after moving it away and then helped him climb onto the bed and lie on his side.

  “Take slow sips,” Jack said when he returned.

  Mason nodded as he took the cup of water. His gaze was fixed on Jack’s cock, which jutted out in front of him, dripping precome.

  “You want him to fuck you, Mason? It’s going to hurt your poor ass.”

  “Y-yes, sir. I do. Please, I want…”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to be on my back so my ass rubs on the bed while he fucks me.”

  Goddamn, Mason was too fucking hot. “Get in position now.”

  When Mason rolled over, he gasped.

  Gray wondered if he should’ve denied Mason’s request, but more friction on his ass wouldn’t actually hurt him.

  “I’m going to give you one chance to change your mind and get on hands and knees.”

  Mason shook his head. “No, please, sir, I—”

  Gray nodded. “Then you’ll stay like that.” He turned to Jack. “He’s all yours.”

  “Yes, sir.” Jack saluted him.

  “That sass is going to get you in trouble.”

  Jack just grinned as he reached for the lube and slicked his cock.

  Gray was already contemplating how he would punish Jack later in the week. He had some wicked scenarios in mind.

  “I want you open and ready,” Jack said as he settled between Mason’s legs.

  Mason grabbed his knees and pulled his legs onto his chest. His eyes were wide, and he held his bottom lip in his teeth.

  “Fuck, you look hot like that,” Jack said. “With your ass flaming red and your hole exposed and ready for me.”

  Mason moaned.

  “I bet it hurts like hell, the sheets rubbing your ass.”

  Mason nodded.

  “You like how it hurts, boy?” Gray asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good, because once Jack’s buried inside you, I’m going to fill his ass, so things are going to get rough.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Mason gasped out the words.

  “I’ll drive into him, and the force will push you along the bed, dragging your ass over the mattress.”

  Mason whimpered, and Gray gave him an evil chuckle.

  “Get on with it,” Gray said, slapping Jack’s ass.

  Jack pressed forward. Mason stiffened, gripping his legs so hard, Gray wondered if there would be marks on them.

  “Breathe, Mason,” Jack said as he kept moving, pushing forward slowly.

  Mason looked up at him, mouth hanging open, eyes glazed.

  “Work his cock,” Gray ordered. “Help him relax.”

  Jack wrapped a hand around Mason’s shaft and worked him with slow, deliberate strokes.

  Mason closed his eyes and dropped his head back.

  “That’s it,” Jack said. “You’re doing so good.”

  Gray shucked his sweats and started jerking his own cock. He wasn’t going to wait much longer to be buried in Jack’s ass.

  “Give him more,” he ordered.

  Jack pulled back and then thrust, driving deeper. Mason writhed under him.

  “More,” Gray said.

  Jack drove in hard, seating himself fully.

  Mason cried out.

  “You can take it,” Gray told him.

  “Yes! Yes, sir!”

  “Fuck him, Jack. He doesn’t want any mercy tonight.”

  “Yes, sir!” Jack took Mason fast and hard, and Mason c
lung to him, begging, panting, spouting nonsense.

  Gray grabbed the lube. He was so horny, his hands were clumsy, and he couldn’t get his cock ready fast enough. Finally he took hold of Jack’s hips, forcing him to hold still, and drove all the way into him in one powerful stroke.

  After only a few rough thrusts that shoved Jack and Mason along the bed as promised, Gray knew he wasn’t going to last long. He worked himself in and out, pushing Jack into Mason as if he was fucking them both.

  “So good!”

  “Yes!” Jack shouted.

  “More, please. Need this. Need you,” Mason said.

  “Come for me, Mason,” Gray demanded.

  Mason cried out as Jack worked his cock, and then Gray changed his angle so he was hitting Jack’s prostate.

  “Please,” Jack begged. “Can’t. Please.”

  “Come,” Gray ordered.

  Jack did, and Gray followed quickly. When they were all spent, Gray collapsed on top of his lovers.

  “Wow!” Jack said.

  Gray nodded even though Jack couldn’t see him. “Mason, you okay?”

  “Yes, sir, but I’d like to turn over. Please.”

  “Shit.” Gray pulled out, and then Jack did too.

  “Roll over on your stomach,” he ordered Mason.

  His ass was bright red, and the welts were raised more than they’d been.

  Gray laid a hand on Mason’s leg well below where he’d whipped him.

  “I’m going to get some salve for you. Do you need anything else?”

  “No, sir.” The words sounded far away, dreamy. He still needed time to come back to himself.

  “Stay with him.”

  “I will.” Jack bent and kissed Mason’s forehead.

  “Love you,” Mason mumbled.

  Gray smiled as he walked to the cabinet to get the healing salve for Mason’s ass and thighs. Even with good aftercare, Mason was going to be feeling that for a while. Good thing his work didn’t require him to sit all day.

  ***

  A while later, Mason lay on his side on the couch. Jack sat on the end with Mason’s feet in his lap, and Gray sat in a recliner across from them.

  “It’s too bad we’ll never plan another commitment ceremony after this,” Mason said.