2-Bound By Law (24 page)

“I know.” Paulo tugged on his arm. “Come on, show me that anyway.”

Law did, kissed his way down Paulo’s back, licking the pattern of the tats as he went, while Paulo remained on his hands and knees, waiting.

“You still need…to get your tat,” Paulo breathed.

When Law’s hand finally circled his dick, Paulo groaned and Law let the hard column rest in his palm, wanting to drive the younger man crazy. “I will. How about the three of us go together?”

Paulo nodded, his face flushed. “I like. Now fuck me, old man.”

“You’re in so much goddamned trouble,” Law muttered, and then proceeded to show Paulo just how much for the next several hours.

Styx knew that the two men had moved into Law’s apartment, the top floor of the building so they had more space. Paulo opened the PI business with Law, and they waited for Styx to run himself out, not doing more than calling him to tell him they missed him, texting him to keep safe. All of it done with a light enough touch to where he didn’t feel cornered.

He finished up some loose ends with the CIA. Had several long talks with Tomcat and, in the end, made up his own mind. A decision he could live with.

There were no more memories, maybe mercifully so. Styx really hadn’t wanted to know more—bad enough that he had the bloodlines of that assassin inside of him.

Don’t go there, Styx.

Styx, that’s who he was…reborn on that park bench at sixteen, reborn because of Greg and loved by two men he loved and respected.

What the hell else could he ask for? Some people never got second chances. Some never even got a first.

It took six months, but one night, he turned the key Law had sent him in the lock and walked in as Law and Paulo watched.

He’d thought they’d be pissed. Expected it, because he’d always been a realist. But there was more relief than anything in Paulo’s and Law’s eyes.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“You can make it up to us,” Law told him.

The men embraced him, tugged him into the bedroom where they literally stripped and then cuffed him to the bed. Styx didn’t bother to fight the bonds, just lay back and enjoyed the men watching him like he was their goddamned main course.

They didn’t bother to ask questions—they’d all waited too long for this moment. Hell, Styx had been dreaming about it, and so when both men came forward to each capture a nipple in their teeth and tug, he bucked and groaned. Called out both
Law
and
Paulo
in rapid succession and watched as the men took their time kissing their way down his chest toward his cock.

“If you two make me wait much longer…” he finally growled, and Law laughed and looked at Paulo.

“Maybe we should take some pity on him,” he said, and Paulo nodded and licked around the piercing and yeah, that was what he needed. He watched as Law guided Paulo’s head up and down, slicking his cock up. Law’s hand circled Paulo’s cock and Paulo moaned, the vibrations catching Styx’s cock and nearly making him lose control.

But that was what all this was about, in the end. Surrendering to what he needed. What he’d always wanted. With Paulo, that was an unexpected and very much needed surprise. He’d somehow become the glue that kept Law and Styx from tearing each other apart and fucking things up again.

It had taken him a long time to feel lucky. But he was there now.

Law was watching him carefully, spoke when Styx’s eyes met his. “I hope you have the time and the energy for both of us tonight.”

“Now you’re calling…me…old?” Styx managed as Paulo deep-throated him. “You fucker. You’re…going…over my knee.”

“Yeah, I was kind of hoping that,” Law confessed, and Paulo laughed around Styx’s cock. “How long do we have you for?” Law asked, and Paulo paused, took his mouth away to wait for the answer.

“As long as you want me,” Styx said.

“That’s simple—forever, then,” Law said, and Paulo echoed, “Forever.”

He’d finally come home, and he had the memories to prove it.

About the Author

SE Jakes lives in New York where she’s currently at work writing her next book. She feels that doing what you love keeps you young and that writing about people falling in love is probably the best damned job in the entire world.

You can find more information about SE’s newest books at
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Men of Honor

Bound By Honor

Bound By Law

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Men of Honor

Ties that Bind

A promise forces two men to bare themselves…completely.

Bound by Honor

© 2011 SE Jakes

Men of Honor, Book 1

One year ago on a mission gone wrong, Tanner James failed to save the life of Jesse, his Army Ranger teammate. Before dying in that South American jungle, Jesse extracted a promise that won’t let Tanner rest until it’s fulfilled—no matter what it costs him.

Damon Price loved Jesse, but problems in their relationship had come to a head right before Jesse left on his final mission. Now a reluctant Dom and a man still in mourning, he’s not happy when Tanner appears at his BDSM club. And even less happy with Jesse’s last request—that Tanner sub for him for one night.

After a rough start, Damon realizes that the tough soldier, despite his protests, aches for someone to take control. And Tanner senses a hesitance, an insecurity in Damon that makes him wonder if he’s simply a placeholder for Jesse, or if their tentative connection could grow into something more.

For Jesse’s sake, they agree to try one weekend together. Then duty calls, and a series of attacks that have been happening near the club hits too close to home, making both men wonder if giving their hearts is a maneuver fraught with too much risk…

Warning: Contains rough language, rougher sex and warriors who fall hard for each other.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Bound by Honor:

A knock on the service door registered with Damon through his haze of sleep. As he dragged himself out of bed, muttering something about it being too late for someone to be visiting even though it was only midnight, he checked the camera and saw the cab leaving the parking lot and Tanner standing out in the hailstorm slamming his fist against the door.

The man had the nerve to be pounding angrily on his door? No, Damon was the angry one—had been enough that he’d left the damned party right after Tanner had…and had been alone when he’d done so. He’d bypassed the pounding music and the crowded club in favor of bed and had just fallen asleep when the knocking had awakened him.

He opened the loft door and went down the back stairs, the music from Crave a backbeat to his movements. When he shoved open the heavy back door, Tanner just pushed past him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Damon asked him as he shut the door against the freezing rain that was coming in sideways.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tanner challenged.

“Boy, you do not want to go there.”

“Yeah, I do. I want to go there. Want to know why you acted like an asshole to me tonight.”

“Wait—you’re pissed at me?” Damon asked in a tone that would make lesser men stand down. But the man in front of him was not that way—never would be ordered around easily or well—and that boiled Damon’s blood in a way that was both good and bad.

“What gave it away?” Tanner stood, unapologetic. Defiant. And then he advanced slowly. A predator, wet and hungry and unstoppable… Damon fought the ridiculous urge to back away, to head up to the loft and close the door and not let this boy—this man—in.

But Damon stood his ground as well, let Tanner come closer until there were mere inches separating them. And then, Tanner’s hands went around him, yanked Damon against him and kissed him, pinning him against the wall like they were in the back room of a club. It was as if Tanner expected to turn and take him, to overpower him.

It wouldn’t happen, of course. Damon would never let it.

But he could imagine it. Tanner could strip him, turn him, take him, right here against the wall. Damon could almost feel the heavy cock filling him until he cried out with pain and with pleasure—would let Tanner pound all the demons out of him. Fuck him blind.

God, he hadn’t realized how badly he wanted that to happen until now and so, for the moment—for many long moments—he let Tanner kiss the shit out of him, grind their cocks together until he knew he could come in his pants and not care.

But he didn’t. Instead, he turned the tables and pushed Tanner so the man stumbled back a bit. Breathing hard, mouth swollen and his clothing still soaked from his walk in the rain.

For the first time since Damon had let him in, Tanner looked unsure.

This time, it was Damon who advanced. “You demanded to come in. There are consequences to every action.”

“So you’re going to teach me a lesson?”

“One you should’ve learned a long time ago,” Damon agreed. “I’m not a saint, Tanner. I rescued you from those men, but the sight of you like that…” Damon’s voice was husky, rough with need and that hit Tanner’s cock as surely as a hot mouth. “If you come upstairs, I will fuck you.”

Damon’s words were a promise, not a warning, and Tanner knew there was no turning back. His body trembled and that made Damon smile.

“You like my weakness,” Tanner said, but Damon shook his head and murmured, “That’s not weakness, baby. That’s surrender—and they’re not the same thing at all.”

Tanner guessed he would soon find out if there was truth to those words. He’d come all this way, made this move, and now it was time to put up or shut up.

He began the long walk up the stairs toward the loft with Damon behind him, every step a surrender in itself. When he got to the top of the stairs and the open door to the loft, he paused at the threshold, but Damon didn’t give him that luxury for long.

Instead, Damon pushed past him and then turned, pulled Tanner in by fisting the front of his sweatshirt and yanking him inside. In a swift motion, the sweatshirt was off, hitting the ground with a heavy, wet thump that made Tanner jump.

“Easy,” Damon murmured. “I’ve got you.”

There would be nothing easy about this. “I thought you had company.”

“I didn’t bring him home with me.”

“Why?”

Damon paused for a long moment and then said, “He wasn’t you.”

Tanner’s throat tightened. And, as he stood there in just his wet jeans and boots, Damon tugged off his own black T-shirt and threw it to the ground. And then he unzipped the worn jeans—they hadn’t been buttoned in the first place—and let them drop off.

He wore nothing underneath them and he was already more than half-hard.

If you come upstairs, I will fuck you.

“Do I need to undress you?” Damon asked.

Tanner was frozen, and it had nothing to do with the chill from the outside. Somehow, the intimacy of this setting versus coming in front of a club full of people was far more intimidating. Because he’d known that what happened between them previously was bullshit…but this—what was about to happen—was all too damned real.

And he was scared to goddamned death.

“We learned that fear is a good thing,” Damon reminded him, as if reading Tanner’s mind, and Tanner cursed his lack of a poker face with this man. Reached out and dragged Damon’s naked body to his and kissed the shit out of him again, reveling in the fact that Damon responded. He wrapped his hand around the back of Damon’s neck, pulled the man hard to him, and for a while they remained like that as Tanner ground against him, the sweet friction of his dick against the denim of Damon’s jeans nearly doing him in.

Damon pulled back and chuckled softly as Tanner kept his hand on the back of his neck. “Little one, you have so much to learn about control and who has it. You know you’re not in charge here, know you’re not topping me. It’s not what Jesse wanted.”

Tanner couldn’t argue with that. Except… “I gave you your chance.”

“And by agreeing to come here, you took a second chance. Same rules apply.” Damon rubbed a large hand over the back of Tanner’s neck now. “It’ll be different. I promise.”

Tanner wanted to believe him, but he couldn’t. Not fully. But he was here, like a sitting goddamned duck. “Damon…I’m a top,” he said for what seemed like the millionth time, realizing that all the times he’d said it he was really trying to convince himself.

“Jesse didn’t think so.”

“Jesse wanted me to comfort you.”

Damon laughed. “Is that what you were doing when you were strapped down, spread wide and coming? Comforting me?”

Tanner didn’t say anything.

“Impudent. Stubborn,” Damon breathed, bit the side of his neck then replaced the sting with a soothe of a tongue. Pleasure and pain. “So now, tell me again what you don’t want? Because right now, you’re rubbing me like a bitch in heat.”

Tanner’s only answer was a low moan and his hand began to slip off Damon’s neck.

“Let me guess. You fuck and you fuck and you’re still never satisfied. Can’t get to that next level.” Damon’s hand slid down his crack, teasing him with the drag of a finger. And then, the gentle brush of fingertips against his hole.

A muffled groan, and Tanner didn’t bother to argue, was pretty sure only incoherent sounds would tumble out of his mouth if he opened it anyway. Indeed, he tried not to tremble as Damon swiftly pulled away from him, then placed a flat palm on Tanner’s abs.

He heard a roaring in his ears, which muffled the harsh groan he was sure escaped from his lips.

When Damon’s hand trailed lower, then lower still, he began to unravel swiftly.

“I’ll come the second you touch my dick,” he blurted out.

Damon smiled wickedly. “I know,” was all he said as his hand slid around Tanner’s cock.

He’ll bend for them. But they may break over him…

Out of Focus

© 2011 L.A. Witt

For twelve years, Dom lovers Ryan “Angel” Morgan and Dante James have run a successful photography business, and satisfied their need for a submissive with the occasional sizzling three-way. On a wedding job, they both zero in on the bride’s beautiful brother, but as professionals, they keep their attraction on the down-low—for now.