I left?” Joe took a step forward too. “Shit, I’m sorry. That had nothing to do with you, or me wanting to be in charge. I swear. I keep trying to tell you…”
“Words aren’t enough.” Dave put his hand on Joe’s elbow and squeezed, stopping him in his tracks. “We’re going to have to drill this into his head.”
Devon nodded, grinning at James while she did. “I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll always be our foreman,” James told Mike. “Even if each of us is working with another crew or no crew at all. You’re stuck with us.”
As if to prove it to him, James started taking his clothes off. As soon as his shirt cleared his head, everyone else followed his example. They began undressing around Mike until he was the only one still decent. That included Kate, who shimmied out of the gorgeous plum satin dress she’d worn to the wedding, then kicked it to one side.
It turned him on even more than her exposed bare skin when she put her hands on her hips and said, “Remind us where we belong.”
Mike went from half-hard to fully erect at the steel in her tone and the force of her bravado. She was every bit as churned up as him, he was sure of it, but she put her faith in him, and the crew, to settle that unease. He should be more like Kate.
“Yeah.” James aimed a heated glare at Mike, as if he would let them down. “That’s what I want most tonight. To know that no matter where we go from here, this is forever. I’m Powertools for life. So get over here and show me it’s true. That when I kneel for you, you’re going to be there to take what I’m giving. Now and in the future, whatever that looks like.”
Mike would have ripped his own clothes off then if Kate wasn’t there helping him shed them as quickly as possible. Kayla, Morgan, and Devon joined in, ridding him of his socks, undoing his pants, and shoving down his underwear even as Kate finished peeling off his shirt.
Having four women prepare him to fuck their husbands was enough to give any man a rush. Mike wasn’t strong enough to deny it even if he should.
Neil was whispering something that sounded reassuring to James in between kisses. He glared over his husband’s shoulder at Mike as if promising to rip his balls off if he didn’t treat James right.
“You know I would never hurt him. Or any of you. Not intentionally, and I swear I’ll do my best to do right by you all.”
“You have to be included in that.” James twisted then, looking over his shoulder as Mike flanked him, sandwiching him against Neil. “You can’t take care of us if you don’t look after yourself.”
“I’m about to do that right now,” Mike promised, unable to keep himself restrained even a moment longer. Not when so much of their world had shifted in the past weeks, with Joe moving, Kate getting pregnant, and now him questioning pillars of his life he’d thought were carved in stone for years.
He needed the crew as much, if not more, than they needed him. And he intended to show them just how desperately. It figured that the rest of them were in sync with him.
Dave reached down and grabbed Mike’s cock, which hung heavy between his thighs. He slathered it with lube, stroking it a few more times than was entirely necessary for the job. While Dave got Mike ready, Devon took care of James, drizzling lube over her husband’s ass and rubbing it in. Neil kept kissing the shit out of James even as Kate crouched beside them for an up-close view, then drew Mike’s face to her for a taste of her own.
It was too much. If he intended to follow through on his plan, to take each one of the guys and ride them until they were mindless with pleasure, he was going to have to get going.
“What are you waiting for?” James asked as he broke from Neil for a moment.
“Nothing.” Mike grasped James’s hip in one hand and his own cock in the other, then sank into the slighter man. Pure pleasure traveled up his cock, which squeezed between the tight ring of muscles. James groaned and pushed back, taking all of Mike and giving him exactly what he craved.
As he did, Neil was there soothing James, kneading his chest and rubbing his