Bound for Keeps (Men of Honor) (9 page)

And that made him start. Picturing himself as submissive to a powerful, dominant man—spread and fucked and pleasured next to Reed until the three of them couldn’t stand anymore.

“Come, right now,” Keith commanded, and Reed’s moan was a keening acquiescence, as though it was happening against his will. Shane’s cock spurted as he fisted harder, the orgasms tightening his balls, come shooting along his stomach and chest as he tried to keep his sweat-slicked body upright.

Shane came at the same time Reed did. Keith swelled with pride for a second, watching his two boys enjoy themselves. It had been a long time since he’d fucked Reed like this and not felt the cloak of guilt from losing Bobby seep into the action.

Nothing wrong with thinking of Bobby, but Bobby himself would have kicked Keith’s and Reed’s asses for mourning him so somberly and for so long.

Now, Keith pumped himself harder, his eyes locked to Shane’s as the boy remained on shaky legs.

And then he let loose, came hard inside Reed, since they’d long ago given up condoms. Reed’s tight ass milked his dick, and Keith rode out the climax, enjoying the feel of Shane’s eyes on him.

Finally, he stared at the boy again. Shane was no doubt wondering if Keith would follow through on what he’d promised.

He wouldn’t be disappointed. Neither would Reed.

“You’re going to count,” he told Reed now as he prepared, grabbing the paddle from the drawer in the nightstand. It was beautiful polished soft black leather on both sides, and it stung like a bitch. “Say it.”

“I’m going to count.” Reed’s voice was still strangled from the orgasm and Keith gave him the first shot without warning. “One.”

Keith continued, watching Reed’s ass turn a beautiful shade of pink and then red, heard his voice grow drowsier and more content with each smack, until they reached twenty and the spanking was over. Reed’s body, which had been drawn like a tight bow after his first orgasm sagged as he came on the last spank. He fell forward on his elbows and Keith put a strong arm around his waist to keep him up. Bent and kissed the back of his neck where he’d bitten the blond man earlier, and he swore he heard a soft moan from Shane float over them like the caress of a hand.

If they fucked Shane, they’d have to go back to condoms for a while.

If they fucked Shane… Jesus, where the hell was this coming from?

When he looked up again, the boy was gone.

“It turned you on that he was watching.” Reed’s words were casual as he leaned across Keith to grab a cigarette, lit it and blew a stream of smoke toward the ceiling before moving back down to the rug.

Keith had been lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, the orgasm having thoroughly ravaged him. “You knew Shane was there?”

Reed’s mouth tugged slightly to one side. “Yeah, I knew—a while before you did. You forget, that was me, watching you and Bobby…wishing it could be me, you and him.”

Keith cursed roughly and pushed up off the floor. “Fuck you, Reed. I know what you’re doing. But we don’t know anything—don’t even know if he’s interested.”

“Yeah, okay.” Reed took another long pull on the cigarette. “I’m pretty well willing to bet that if he jerked himself while watching us, he is.”

“I’m not doing this.” Keith tried to move away but Reed was up and on him in seconds—man moved like a cat when he wanted to. “Why are you pushing him away? He wants us. And you want him, if the way my ass feels is any indication.”

Keith stuck his chin out. “What—I’m suddenly not enough cock for you?”

Reed smiled then, reached out and touched Keith’s cheek, even when Keith tried to turn away. “Is that what this is about? You think that I need more?”

Keith shrugged. “We said, after Bobby…”

“We were in mourning. Bobby kept telling us that we would find someone else. And if that person never came, I’d sure as hell just be happy with the two of us. But the boy has come here, Keith. And Jesus, it’s like seeing myself. I know what he wants—what he needs—and that’s us. And if we’re the ones who are supposed to make him happy—to protect him—well, I’m thinking that can only strengthen what we have between us.”

“You feel this way because he showed up like you.”

“And you think that doesn’t mean anything?” Reed asked.

“I’m trying not to think about it.”

“You’re the one who believes in signs.”

“Fuck. I never expected…not like this.”

“I wasn’t looking either. You know that.”

Keith did. But Shane coming had shifted the balance just by being him. There was no denying it. “You’ve barely talked to him. How do you know this is something you want, never mind what he wants?”

“Come on, man. You know as well as I do that we didn’t speak—or even like each other much—before you fucked me.”

Reed was one hundred percent correct. They’d connected through fucking and lying next to Shane on the floor while warming him up had made them realize what they’d been missing. It was a revelation, maybe a wake-up call that they’d been in mourning for too long.

“Just because we told Bobby we’d look—”

“Doesn’t mean we have to accept the first gay man who passed out at our door,” Reed finished.

Keith had been trying not to notice anything about Shane. But he knew he could get hard again just thinking about the way Shane looked when he came. “Just be careful.”

“You’re not going to try to get to know him?”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t.”

Reed sighed, stared up at the ceiling. He might’ve needed tonight badly, but that didn’t mean Keith didn’t need something too and Reed wasn’t sure how to go about giving it to him, felt as helpless as goddamned hell.

As if seeking to calm him, Keith reached out and rolled him so Reed was trapped. “I thought I fucked the thinking out of you.”

“Ninety percent,” Reed told him. “If you’re up for the other ten?”

“For you, always.”

Reed was sore from earlier, but it was the best kind of sore. Keith’s cock eased into his ass, the man had his thrust perfected and Reed locked his ankles around the man’s back and let himself be taken—claimed—again.

Keith liked face-to-face fucking the best. Reed could only enjoy it after something like the sex and the spanking that had happened previously. Now, he felt like he was flying as Keith rocked against him, his cock hitting the gland that make Reed cry out.

He’d never been loud during sex before Keith. Even with Bobby, he tended to be quieter when it had been the two of them. But when Keith was near, he touched something primal within Reed—and Reed appreciated that with his vocalness.

Keith didn’t mind—his dark eyes glowed as Reed called his name in between other things like fuck and hurry and oh yeah, right goddamned there.

Reed’s body tightened, balls hard and close to his body, but he wanted to prolong this, the sensation of climbing, flying…right here, this was perfection. He stared up at Keith and Keith smiled down at him, his expression one of near bliss. His cock filled Reed until he didn’t think he could stand it another minute.

“Love you,” he managed. He clung to the man as the rhythm sped up, until the bed creaked under their movement and the floor shook under it.

“Beautiful baby,” Keith murmured into his ear, and that was it. Reed roared to a climax with Keith’s words, the name he’d given Reed within the first weeks of meeting him.

The first night that Keith had called him beautiful boy, the night Keith had really shown Reed what he needed started innocently enough. Reed had slept with Bobby a few times with Keith there, but the man had somehow managed to keep his distance when he joined them. Spent more time with Bobby than Reed, and Reed hadn’t liked that at all, just couldn’t figure out why, because Keith made him nervous as anything.

He’d been there for two months and Keith had never approached him when he was alone, although they’d had opportunities. When Bobby was there, Reed always felt safe enough to push Keith with little digs about the Marines that he knew annoyed the big man.

That particular night, he’d spent dinnertime antagonizing Keith, goading him with Marine insults and other jabs that he knew would get Keith riled up.

The more he tried to piss the Marine off, the calmer Keith got. And then Bobby went out unexpectedly—and Reed found out later he’d left purposely because he knew what was going to happen—and at that point, Reed realized how badly he’d miscalculated.

He and Keith remained at the table, but Keith was suddenly staring at him like he was prey. Reed’s stomach fluttered, like a fucking girl with butterflies, and he struggled to say something snide but no words came out. His throat was tight, mouth dry as Keith’s hands tapped a drumbeat on the table.

Reed had escaped from a lot of men in his day—but he knew instinctively that there was no place to run far enough away from Keith. And still, instinct insisted he try.

He got as far as the guest room door before Keith was on him. He hadn’t even heard the big man get up, had assumed—hoped—that Keith hadn’t decided to follow him after all.

“You can dish it out, Reed—now it’s time to see what exactly, you can take,” Keith murmured against his ear as his body pressed Reed’s to the still-closed door.

Reed wanted to tell him he could take anything a Marine could dish out, but he didn’t think that was true. What was true was that his dick turned traitor, had been rock hard from the second the chase had started.

Maybe even a bit before that too.

“Keith, get your hands off me,” he growled.

“No.”

Reed struggled but it was useless. He was highly trained and to this day he didn’t know if it was because he was still recovering from nearly dying, or if he’d actually somehow let Keith win—and Keith would deny the latter—but Keith had him cuffed in seconds, but hands in front of him. Reed thought smugly that he could retaliate cuffed like that, but he’d been so damned wrong.

Keith dragged him over to a chair in the living room, had Reed flipped over his lap, pants down, trapping his legs. “You have pushed this as far as it can go, boy.”

“Fuck you,” Reed spat in lieu of anything more coherent because his brain turned hot with panic. He shuddered when Keith chuckled and said, “Later, I’m going to fuck you. For right now, you’re going to find out who’s in charge here.”

“No one’s in charge of me.”

“You definitely need someone to take you in hand,” Keith said. “I’m the one to do it.”

Reed had been about to make a snide comment but realized how completely, utterly trapped he was. But before the panic could truly set in, Keith’s hand came down on his ass. Hard.

He cried out, a combination of surprise, anger and pain. The slaps that followed weren’t gentle, had Reed squirming and then yelling and finally, he realized how rock hard he still was. How much his body was responding to the perfectly timed blows Keith peppered onto him until finally the cacophony in his head stopped and there was blissful, peaceful silence and a matching pleasure he’d never felt before.

His body jackknifed without warning and he came. Didn’t recall much beyond a blinding white light behind his eyes, heard himself crying out, and he didn’t know how long he remained like that, but was pretty sure he’d come hard enough to make himself pass out.

Finally, when he stirred, Keith allowed him to slide to the floor. He remained on his knees, half afraid to look up, tears streaming his cheeks. Mainly because he was worried that Keith would laugh at him, tell him to get out. Tell him that he could never again experience that feeling because now that he’d been found, he never wanted to be lost again.

When he finally gained the courage to meet Keith’s eyes, he noted that the man had been watching him, waiting patiently. When he spoke, his voice was firm but his eyes were kind.

“Do you always make things so difficult for yourself?”

“Yeah,” he said in a rough, raw voice.

“Well, now you know what you’ve been looking for.” Keith reached forward and ran a hand through Reed’s hair. When Reed started to cry again, Keith dropped to his knees and held him tight. “I’ve got you.”

“How the hell did you know?”

“I had a similar experience.”

“I can’t see you submitting to anyone.”

“Sometimes. Less than before, but I’ve learned that if you need it, it’s best not to fight it. You were worried I’d think you were weak or crazy. So you pushed me into the punishment.”

Reed nodded at the truth. “I don’t think I’m done.”

“Not by a long shot,” Keith agreed. “On the bed. Hands and knees, ass in the air.”

Reed scrambled to do so, because suddenly nothing was more important than pleasing this man. With his ass spread wide to him, Reed buried his head in the comforter and Keith’s cool hands touched his abused ass, rubbed the cheeks lightly. And then he’d buried his face into Reed’s ass and tongued him, licked him, ate him until Reed was screaming into the comforter, barely able to control himself.

He humped the sheets, cock aching for another release, and Keith hadn’t stopped him or told him he couldn’t come. But something inside him needed—wanted—craved the command, and when Keith ordered him to come, he climaxed with a hard curse and shot all over the sheets.

Now, Keith was telling him, “I’ve got you,” and Reed was pulled from his reverie.

“Sorry, I was just…”

“Yeah, I figured.” Keith gave him that all-knowing look and rubbed his hand along Reed’s sore ass. “It’s a damned good memory. And we have plenty of time to make more of them.”

Chapter Eleven

Shane had never been more turned on in his entire life. Was still hard after he spent time in the bathroom, cleaning off his stomach, wondering how he was going to face those men again.

He was sure Keith would tell Reed he’d watched them.

But Keith didn’t seem to mind. Maybe Reed would. The last part of the scene had been so goddamned intimate. He’d never known something like that could be. And as he stroked himself to completion a third time, thinking of the look on Reed’s face, the way Keith’s hand must feel, he came in a quiet, shuddering rush, barely hanging on to the side of the sink as he did.