Cade Creek 11 - Race Against Time (12 page)

Race squealed, his entire body quivering. “Oh god,” Race moaned.

“Do you like that,
passerotto
?” Vinnie asked as he climbed onto the bed to lie down next to the man.

Ari licked at the head of Race’s cock again. This time, he sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue across the small slit in the top.

Race whimpered. “No one’s ever done that before.”

“Race, you’re not a virgin, are you?” Vinnie asked.

Ari paused as he waited for Race’s answer. While he was honest enough with himself to know he would be pleased if they were the first to have Race, he knew it could lead to some problems, too.

“No, no,” Race said breathlessly.

Ari gave Race’s cock another swipe. He sucked it deep into his mouth, then let it go, then deep again, all the while running his tongue over every inch. Drops of pre-cum dotted his tongue every time he reached the head. Race tasted amazing.

“Ari’s very good at sucking cock, Race,” Vinnie whispered just loud enough for Ari to hear over his slurping, “especially when he gets all of your cock into his mouth and swallows.”

Ari proudly did exactly what Vinnie described, sucking Race’s cock in deep, then swallowing, allowing his throat muscles to gently massage Race’s cock. Race went wild. His hips started pumping against Ari’s mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Race cried out.

Ari glanced up to see Race reach for him, but Vinnie stopped him, pinning his arms to the bed. Vinnie captured Race’s mouth, smothering his cries.

Ari grabbed Race’s hips and held them down against the bed. He continued to suck and lick until Race’s body suddenly stiffened. That was his only warning before ropes of white cream shot into his mouth, then slowly dribbled out the sides. Ari licked Race clean, each swipe of his tongue sending the man into more shivers. When he raised his head, Vinnie was staring down at him, a proud and loving expression on his face.

Vinnie winked.

Ari grinned.

Race groaned.

Ari scooted up to kneel between Race’s legs. He grabbed his throbbing cock and stroked it a few times. He was hot, needy. He wanted to come so bad he could almost taste it. Ari wiped up the drops of pre-cum on the head of his cock, then held out his finger.

Vinnie grinned, leaning forward to suck Ari’s finger into his mouth. Ari groaned. Vinnie was just as good at giving head as he was. Just the feeling of Vinnie’s tongue caressing his finger made Ari shudder.

“I need and I need now!” Ari growled. “Get your ass over here.”

“Don’t you want—”

“I want you.”

Vinnie blinked at him for a moment before moving to kneel between Race’s legs. Ari bounded off the bed and quickly grabbed the bottle of lube and strip of condoms they had put in the nightstand just for this occasion.

He pulled the top with his teeth and poured some in Vinnie’s hand before moving behind him once again. Pouring some lube in his own hand, he closed the top and tossed the bottle onto the mattress.

Ari liberally lubed Vinnie up. He pressed one, then two fingers into his lover to get him ready. Vinnie was soon pushing back against him, impaling himself on Ari’s fingers. Ari added a third finger.

“Better get Race ready, handsome,” Ari ordered as he tore open the package and then rolled the condom down his aching cock. “I’m going to be in your ass in about ten seconds.”

Vinnie nodded. “He’s ready.”

Ari blinked. He was? Ari had been so concentrated on getting Vinnie ready he had totally missed watching Vinnie get Race ready. The man even had a condom on.

Damn!

Ari heard Vinnie groan and Race cry out. He leaned around Vinnie’s body to see him slowly sinking into Race’s ass. “Okay, I’m in,” Vinnie said, breathing heavily.

Ari grabbed Vinnie’s hip with one hand, his cock with the other, then slowly guided himself in. Once he was past the first set of muscles, Ari paused, giving Vinnie time to grow accustomed to him and to give himself time to catch his breath. He didn’t want to come too early and he was pretty close to doing just that.

“Ready, handsome?” Ari finally asked as he patted Vinnie’s hip. Vinnie nodded and started moving, thrusting slowly into Race. Ari did the same, trying to find a workable rhythm with Vinnie’s movements.

Eventually he found one, Vinnie thrusting in when Ari did, Vinnie pulling most of the way out when Ari did. It seemed to work for them. It was at least giving them all pleasure by the sounds Ari could hear.

“Harder, harder,” Race cried out, his head moving back and forth on the pillows. “Oh god, please, harder.”

Ari could feel Vinnie start to move, thrusting harder into Race. It also impaled Vinnie harder on Ari’s cock every time he backed out. Ari groaned. The feeling was so intense he thought he might explode.

“Vinnie, I can’t hold out too much longer,” Ari groaned. He started to protest when Vinnie moved away from him and pulled his cock from Race, but Vinnie quickly motioned Ari to take his place.

“I had him,” Vinnie said. “Now, it’s your turn.”

Ari was only too eager to comply. He grabbed a new condom, got rid of the old one, and rolled the new one down his cock. Once he was ready, Ari grabbed Race’s hips and pushed himself in to the root, groaning as Race’s muscles tightened around him. He knew if Vinnie didn’t hurry, he would be left in the dust. He only had so much willpower and he was losing that fast.

“Vinnie,” Ari whimpered, “please.”

“I’ve got you,
tesorino
,” Vinnie crooned as he got Ari ready to receive him.

Having Vinnie’s fingers in his ass, his own aching cock buried in Race’s ass, it all made Ari crazy. He had to do something to keep from coming.

A sudden idea had him reaching down to grab Race’s cock, stroking him quickly. Race cried out, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Ari could feel Race’s inner muscles tightening around him. He was so hot, so tight. “Vinnie, now!”

“But, you’re not—” Vinnie protested.

“Now, Vinnie!” Ari exclaimed. He felt Vinnie push into him a moment later, wincing at the slight burn he felt, but once Vinnie had pushed all of the way in, Ari didn’t care about the slight twinge of pain he felt. The pleasure he felt was too intense.

Ari started thrusting into Race, his hand stroking the man’s cock. Race whimpered. His body started to shake. Suddenly, his body went rigid. Then white cream shot out of his cock, coating Ari’s hand and Race’s abdomen.

Ari groaned. Besides the fact that Race had clamped down on him as though his inner muscles were a vise, the sight of the man coming sent Ari right over the edge. His fingers gripped Race’s hand as he roared out his release, filling the condom with his seed.

Ari dropped his head down to Race’s chest. He heard Vinnie cry out behind him, then felt hot spurts warm him as the condom was filled. Vinnie’s hands clasped his hips so hard Ari knew that there would be bruises the next morning. He didn’t care.

He groaned when Vinnie pulled free of him, then collapsed down on the bed beside Race. He could see Vinnie’s chest rapidly rising and falling as the man tried to regain his breath. He was hot and sweaty and smelled of sex. Ari thought he had never looked sexier.

Ari glanced down at Race. He was sound asleep, his hand curled under his cheek and a smile gracing his lush lips. Ari chuckled as he curled in beside the man. Apparently, Race had enjoyed himself as well.

Vinnie groaned as he rolled over and slapped the nightstand, looking for his cell phone. What fucking time was it? And who the hell was pounding on his door? It was still black as midnight outside.

He tried to lie back down, but the knocking persisted. Whoever it was had a death wish. If it wasn’t important, Vinnie just might shoot them. He didn’t want to get up, not when he had Ari spooning his back and Race curled into his chest.

Vinnie ran his hand over Race’s hair, smiling at the memory of what they’d done last night.

The knocking continued.

“Make them stop,” Ari grumbled as he turned over and pressed his back into Vinnie’s.

Race stirred as well. The smaller man yawned and stretched, and then tried to burrow his way under Vinnie. Reaching behind him, Vinnie squeezed Ari’s hip. It was warm and for a brief second, Vinnie considered turning over and letting his hand travel around that warm waist to find the hidden treasure.

The knocking stopped.

And then the doorbell began to ring.

“I really hate whoever is at the door right now,” Ari muttered before tossing the cover aside and sitting up. Vinnie turned over as the man stretched, and, as always, was captivated by the sinewy muscles that flexed over Ari’s back.

Ari got up and padded out of the room. Vinnie got up and followed. They went to their separate bedrooms and threw something on. When they met back in the hallway, Race was heading toward them, a pair of boxers on, nothing more. He walked unsteadily as he rubbed at his eyes. The man was too adorable for words.

“It’s six in the morning,” Race said with a slight whine. “I don’t wanna get up.”

Vinnie grinned as he gave Race a quick hug and then headed down the stairs.

“Who could it be?” Ari asked, seeming fully awake now. There was caution in his brown eyes. Vinnie felt the same. They had the next two days off, and the chief wouldn’t pound on their door if he needed them to come in. He’d just call.

Race’s eyes widened when Ari grabbed the man’s hand and yanked him toward the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“We don’t know who’s at the door,” Ari said. “I think it’s best if Vinnie answers while you’re not in sight.”

“But Terrence was arrested.” Race gave the needless reminder. “It’s over…isn’t it?”

Vinnie saw the look Ari threw his way. Terrence might have been arrested, but his goons hadn’t, though he highly doubted they would knock on his door if they’d come for revenge. That seemed just a little too polite for the mindless goons.

“Just go with Ari,” Vinnie insisted. “I’m pretty sure it’s nothing, but there’s nothing wrong with erring on the side of caution.”

Race glanced between them and then let Ari lead him away.

That allowed Vinnie to give his full attention to whoever was on the other side of the door. He strode to it, flicked on the porch light, and looked out the glass that was on the side of the door.

It was Sheriff Riley, and a man who Vinnie didn’t recognize. The stranger wore a suit and a tie. His hair was clipped short in a professional style, and his hands were on his hips, parting his suit jacket, allowing Vinnie to see a badge clipped at the man’s waist.

Unsure why the sheriff and his friend were there, Vinnie opened the front door. All he had on was a pair of thin, cotton lounge pants. His chest was bare, and the stranger’s eyes zeroed in on his chest.

“What’s going on, Sheriff Riley?” Vinnie held his hand on the door, not allowing them to see past him. He trusted the sheriff, but the creeping feeling that worked its way down his spine made him suspicious of the stranger.

“We need to talk,” the sheriff said. “May we come in?”

“And you are?” Vinnie glanced at the stranger.

The guy opened his jacket farther to show his badge. “DEA Agent Mike Ryan,” the man said.

DEA? Vinnie was confused. Why would the DEA be at his door at six in the morning? He opened the door wide, allowing the two men to step inside. Ari and Race moved slowly back down the hallway, Ari looking from the sheriff to the agent to Vinnie.

“What’s going on, Vinnie?” Ari asked, Race’s hand gripped tightly in his.

“We have a problem,” Sheriff Riley said as he tipped his hat toward Ari and Race. There was something in the sheriff’s eyes as he glanced at Ari and Race’s half-dressed state, and then looked at Vinnie. It was as if the man had summed up the situation in a mere glance. It wasn’t hard to jump to that conclusion. Ari wore a pair of sweatpants and no shirt, and Race had on only underwear. And considering the sheriff was in his own ménage relationship, he probably understood what he was seeing more than most.

“You gentleman can have a seat.” Vinnie waved toward the living room before he moved toward Ari.

“Race, go upstairs and put on some pants,” Ari said, speaking Vinnie’s thoughts.

Race hurried away. Vinnie glanced at the living room and then at Ari. He wasn’t going to move until Race was back downstairs, though he didn’t like the sinking feeling in the pit of his gut.

“Why do you think they’re here?” Ari asked. “It has to be important.”

“Only one way to find out,” Sheriff Riley said from the living room. Damn, the man had excellent hearing. “And none of you are in trouble, so stop whispering and get in here.”

Vinnie grinned. He’d always liked the sheriff. The guy was always up-front and honest. He never hid behind his badge or used it to get his own way as Vinnie had seen others do. And everyone in Cade Creek knew Sheriff John Riley couldn’t be corrupted…unless they threw his husbands in front of him, naked. Then the man went down like a water balloon tossed from a ten-story building.

When Race jogged back down the steps, the three of them entered the living room. Vinnie took a seat on the couch, placing Race between him and Ari. “Okay, we’re all here. Mind telling us what this is about?”