SE Jakes Bound By Honor (27 page)

not to envy the success Ethan achieved without him. He’s even learned to cope with the nightmares. The panic attacks.

The failed relationships with women.

When an opportunity arises to enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime getaway to a private island resort, David never suspects a

trap is about to be sprung. One where he’l be forced to face the truths from which he’s been hiding—and the man from

whom he’s never stopped running.

Warning: This book contains erotic waffles, sexual math, blatant ABBA worship, kidnapping, nude napping, dog-

napping, journal hijacking, betrayal, redemption, and red-hot man love so poignant and
passionate, you won’t know

whether to say “awwwwwww” or “oooooohhh!”

Enjoy the following excerpt for
The Trap:

Heart pounding, David retreated from the unmistakable intent in the other man’s eyes, bending and straightening

each knee mechanical y, digging his heels into the sand and kicking backwards on autopilot until he felt his back come

up against something hard and unyielding. A tree, he realized dimly. Nowhere to go.

Reaching the perimeter of the shade, Ethan dropped to his knees. Slinging his wet shirt over one shoulder, he fel

forward onto the backs of his hands, leaning on long, strong arms and arching his back just slightly as he crawled toward

David, graceful as a leopard slinking through tal grass toward its prey.

Hypnotized, David watched him approach, his left knee stil drawn up to his chest.

“Ethan. Don’t.” His voice cracked a little. “Seriously.”

“Seriously, don’t what?” Ethan’s voice was liquid, wicked innocence.

David drew his other knee up so that his legs formed a bony barrier between himself and the other man. It felt

ridiculously inadequate. “Don’t whatever you’re thinking of.”

“But, Davo. What I’m thinking of is so
interesting
.” Ethan hooked one arm easily under David’s bent legs and pul ed

hard.

With a startled cry, David felt himself slide down onto his back into the cool sand, his legs pushing out straight as he

tried to right himself, twisting to seek some purchase in the slick sand with his elbows.

In a flash, Ethan had straddled David’s legs and was crouched over him, the wet denim of his thighs pressed tightly to

either side of David’s hips. David bucked and twisted, but couldn’t unseat the larger man.

One flailing wrist knocked against a half-finished can of beer—
his? Ethan’s?
—and he heard the sound of liquid

gurgling out onto the thirsty ground.

“Don’t worry.” Ethan ignored David’s wriggling a nd reached o ut with a long a rm t o pluck t he c a n u p before i t had

completely emptied. “I’ve got it.”

He twisted the can down into the sand by his thigh so that it was within easy reach. Then he slid his hands up under

the edge o f David’s T-shirt, finding the soft, quivering skin o f hi s bare stomach a nd sides a nd stroking i t with knowing

thumbs. At his mere touch, David’s whole body jerked involuntarily and his chin lifted, his head pressing back into sand.

“Damn it, Ethan,” he exhaled on a tremulous breath. His hands found Ethan’s forearms, pushed at them weakly. “Hang

on. Let’s talk about this.”

“The problem with drink,” quoted Ethan, plucking up the beer can with one hand while using the other to push David’s

shirt up higher, exposing his midriff, “is that it makes men mistake words for thought.”

Using one arm to block David’s protesting hands, he tipped the can slowly over David’s exposed skin, let the golden,

sticky liquid pool in his bel y button and the hol ow of his stomach. The beer was stil cold and fizzy, and David gasped at

the sensation: icy, crackling, electric.

“That’s according t o S amuel Johnson, o f course.” E tha n lea ne d d o w n o ve r D avi d’ s quivering stomach. “And

Hemmingway tel s us to always do when we’re sober what we
said
we’d do when we were drunk…because that way,

we’l learn to keep our mouths shut.” His lips closed over the little puddle of beer, his tongue sliding tantalizingly over the

skin just above David’s waistband before dipping suddenly, shockingly, into his bel y button.

David gasped and arched his back.
Jesus.

“Christ, you taste good.” Ethan’s tongue swept over David’s shivering skin in long, fiery strokes.

David writhed a little beneath the other man’s insistent ministrations. “Wel , damn it, that’s not exactly an

accomplishment, considering that you keep pouring food on me!”

Ethan tipped his forehead onto David’s stomach and laughed, his shoulders shaking. Then h e returned hi s mouth to

David’s bel y, and continued to suck and stroke and bite gently at him, sliding the shirt ever higher as his fingers danced

over bare skin, sending little electric shocks wherever they touched. His lips closed on each nipple in turn, flicking and

tonguing and sucking at the sensitive buds until David’s knees drew up of their own accord, his legs spreading slightly

and his heels pressing hard into the sand, lifting his hips unconsciously.

Damn it. Once again, his cock was wide awake and throbbing almost painful y inside pants that seemed suddenly

much too tight. If he could just get away somewhere and release some of this pressure, he’d be al right.

But there was no getting away from the pressure, no getting away from Ethan’s roving hands, his knowing fingers, his

warm, we t mouth. David’s hands beat weakly a t Ethan’s shoulders, pausing, suddenly nerveless, whenever a new

sensation paralyzed him. When Ethan’s lips and tongue found the ridge of his col arbone, the hol ow at the base of his

throat, a nd began t o suckle hi m there, David gave a whimper that sounded t o hi s o wn ears li ke half ecstasy, half

exasperation. He tried to choke it off as soon as he birthed it, his hands stil ing for a moment in Ethan’s soft, damp hair.

“No, Davo.” Ethan’s voice was assuring and amused. “That’s a good thing. Let it out.” His fingers tented lightly on

David’s sides high up under his arms now, his thumbs stroking the quivering skin a t the junction o f arms a nd chest a nd

then stretching to brush first one and then the other saliva-glistened nipple with a dizzying, feather touch. “For this

exercise, little animal noises are not only permitted, but encouraged.”

David sucked in air and writhed. “God, where’s the damn dog when I need her? The one with special dispensation to

bite you?”

“ I had t o send her away. I thought you’d be…nervous…with a n audience.” Ethan laughed gently against the corner of

David’s mouth, his lips so close now to David’s own, so
close
.

David turned his head slightly away. “That’s…just…that’s stupid. There’s nothing to see. And nothing to be nervous of.

About. For. Whatever. I’m not…not afraid of you.”

“Real y? You’re not the slightest…bit…afraid…of this?”

One finger curled around David’s chin and tugged his jaw gently back around. Helplessly, David stared into Ethan’s

eyes, dark with intent, at the little grains of sand that sparkled on the lids and stuck to damp, spiky lashes.

“Are you sure?” Ethan tipped his forehead against David’s. His voice was low and a little unsteady.

“Because you know I can’t just walk away from a fear response. I have to push through it. Get a positive reaction.”

David panted and blinked up into those smoldering eyes. They were above him—so how could he feel as if he were

fal ing into them?

“Fine. Here’s a positive reaction for you. I’m positive that I want you t o take your stupid theories about programming

and…and submission, and soothing savage beasts, and shove them up your ass, and I’m
positive
that I want you to take

me back to the house and leave me alo—”

His voice broke off into a sharp, hissing intake of breath as Ethan, without dropping his gaze from David’s, shifted his

hips, brushing David’s imprisoned cock briefly— accidental y? unconsciously?—with his own crotch.

“I’m sorry.” Ethan raised an apologetic eyebrow. “I missed that last part. What were you saying?”

“I said that I’m positive,” repeated David careful y when he could trust his voice again, concentrating on each syl able,

holding onto the words as if they were life preservers in this sucking, roaring whirlpool of sensation, “that I want you to

take me back to the house and leave me—”

Again, Ethan’s hips moved, a nd again, David’s words evaporated into a n insensate groan a s hi s body responded

immediately, helplessly, his pelvis rocking upward to seek Ethan’s.

“Again, I apologize.” Ethan sounded not even remotely sorry as he leaned forward and tugged the shirt off David’s

body, right over his head, sliding it off slack, nerveless arms. His eyes dropped to David’s bare chest and watched it rise

and fal for a few moments a s David struggled unsuccessful y t o slow hi s excited breathing. Ethan held David’s left wrist

loosely in one hand while he drew the backs of his fingers slowly down the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of David’s

arm, al the way down the armpit and the ticklish skin at his side. David’s body jerked and quivered at the caress.

“It’s very rude of me to keep interrupting you like this. One more time. What was it you thought you wanted?”

“Damn it, Eath, I said that I want you to take me—”

“Oh, Davo. That makes two o f us.” He closed his mouth over David’s, and the shock o f i t surged through hi m like a

lightning bolt…

Document Outline

Bound by Honor

SE Jakes

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

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