2-Bound By Law (13 page)

And then Styx pushed him forward gently and Law spread Paulo’s legs and entered him. Paulo arched his back at the intrusion, clutched the sheets but kept his eyes on Law.

Law went slowly, not wanting to hurt the man who’d already had his share of filling that night—and the night before. But Paulo was insistent, telling him, “More, Law…come on…take me,” and Law did, pushed inside until he was buried completely and Paulo clung to him as he began to move against him. Styx was still there behind him, waiting and watching, rubbing Law’s back.

And then Styx started to touch him and everything changed. The electricity pulsed through him—and the fear and he didn’t want to want Styx that much…didn’t want to want Paulo, either.

But these men weren’t letting him off the hook, seemed to sense his need to run, and instead of letting him, they pressed him between them and urged him forward.

Slowly, he accepted.

Paulo stared between the men. Both had been through hell.

Both beautiful. Handsome. Strong.

Survivors.

Paulo wanted both of them again with an ache that was indescribable. Wanted to help both men feel better…or at least, simply feel.

He stroked Law’s abs and knew Law would surrender by the sudden spike of heat in the room.

Law had bonded Paulo and Styx together—now it was time for them to heal the rift they couldn’t afford to let grow any wider. Here, they were safe. Now was all they had, and they would need to take full advantage of it.

Paulo willed himself not to think of the future, but only of right this moment.

Law was still deep inside him—and rock hard. As Paulo watched, Styx sucked along Law’s shoulder, leaving a red mark that he laved over with a lick to soothe. He looked up and smiled at Paulo and then Law’s eyes closed, his body tensed…and then his head dropped back and he murmured,
fuck yeah
, and rocked his hips.

Styx was fingering him and Paulo was only too happy to enjoy the show. Law’s carved abs combined with Styx’s muscled forearm around Law’s shoulders.

“Give him more,” Paulo urged and Styx must’ve complied because Law drew in a sharp breath and stilled for a long second.

“Good, baby?” Styx asked and Law managed a small nod of his head. “You’re so goddamned tight.”

Law groaned in response, and Paulo could only imagine it had been a long time since the man bottomed. It would be interesting to watch Law switch.

For Styx, Paulo imagined that Law didn’t switch at all. Then again, Law could be damned persuasive when he wanted to be, and that could be a whole other fantasy Paulo tucked away.

“You ready for me?” Styx asked quietly, and Law turned to look at him. Styx captured his mouth with a kiss and God, they were fucking beautiful together. And when they broke apart, Law leaned forward, held Paulo’s legs apart and thrust, cock brushing his prostate, until Paulo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and then Styx entered Law and the whole rhythm changed. Law wasn’t in control anymore—and of all of them, he was a slave to the sensations, unable to do more than rut whenever Styx pounded him.

To watch Law give it up like that was fascinating to Paulo. Law had already mentioned he was a switch, but to see the submission, to watch him give himself over completely, was the hottest thing Paulo had seen to date.

Paulo was given no quarter either—being fucked by both of them as Styx set the pace. Listening to Styx talk dirty dialed up the experience.

“Yeah, that’s it, Law…can’t do anything but take it…letting me into that tight ass…so tight and all for me.”

Law seemed mesmerized by what was happening and Paulo loved seeing it unfold. He reached to hold Law’s shoulders as Styx leaned against Law heavily, holding his legs open, his own arousal unmistakable and his orgasm barely contained if the way his neck muscles strained was any indication.

Paulo bucked up to drive Law deeper, and the vibrations echoed through all three men. Styx pushed back and Paulo groaned and grasped at Law’s hips. “More,” he told them. “Don’t fucking stop.”

They didn’t, Styx setting a rhythm that allowed each man to gain maximum pleasure. Paulo nearly lost his mind every time Law’s cock hit his prostate—it was almost too much and he had the least control of any of the men. Had to lie there and take it…could think of nothing better.

Paulo was going to come first—Styx could see it in his eyes. He pumped Law, who was still suffering from a bad case of nerves, which Styx could well understand.

None of this was solely about sex—it never really had been.

Styx hadn’t made any promises that he wasn’t leaving Law again, not like before. But what that meant for the three of them remained to be seen.

“Come on, babe, you first,” Law told Paulo, and the younger man complied willingly, his orgasm seeming to take him by surprise with its strength. Considering how many times the man had already climaxed, Styx was surprised he was even semicoherent.

His stress level was definitely at a manageable level, the earlier horror of the morning—and Law’s confessions—momentarily pushed to the background.

Now that Paulo was under control, Styx wasn’t ready to let go of Law—not yet. And as Law pulled out of Paulo and Paulo curled up on his side, breathing hard, he remained inside Law’s ass with Law kneeling in front of him.

Seeing Law on his hands and knees, head hanging, biceps and forearms stretched taut and his heavy sex and balls hanging between his legs…fuck, it was all he could do not to come immediately.

But he wanted it to last.

“Now it’s your turn—only yours,” he told Law, heard the man’s sharp intake of breath, but there was no further resistance. And while Paulo watched the men, Styx took Law, roughly and Law moaned for him—all pleasure.

He rocked into Law, hard and fast enough to make him cry out and grab onto the edge of the bed to hold himself up.

And then Styx pulled out and flipped to his back, and Law held his breath. Stared into those green eyes that watched him with more tenderness than he’d ever deserved, and then Law put his hands up to Styx’s shoulders and pulled him down into a kiss.

God, it was beautiful—not a kiss with fight in it, but one of total surrender. And when Law spoke, his words were harsh, but his tone wasn’t. “Are we really…going to do this? Are you staying, Styx? Or are you going to rip my fucking heart out again?”

It was a fair question and it made Styx wince. “I want to. But if you’re asking me not to deal with my father…don’t ask. Because I have to, if nothing else, for all the years I wasted not being with you. And the thought of you being with other men…”

“Like you haven’t been?” Law shot back.

“You’ve bottomed for them.”

“Trying to remember what you felt like,” Law told him. “Every fucking night I jerk myself off and try to remember what you felt like.”

Styx stilled, brought his hands up to cup Law’s face. “Every night I wanted you. I never stopped, Law. You have to believe that it ate me up inside. I never forgot about you once.”

The man knew the right things to say, and Styx wasn’t big on lip service. Law chose to believe him, to understand.

Styx was kissing him—half tender, half fierce, and the mix was enough to make Law want to come then and there. The danger that threatened to do them all in was responsible for this, the heightened adrenaline—the need that made their blood boil.

As teens, lovemaking had been fast and hard and all about satiating pulsing hormones. Now, it was more about an urgency that only came from experience, from knowing that this time could be the last.

Both men had been living on the edge for years, Law in Delta Force and Styx in the CIA, and they both understood and believed in living for the moment.

But Law had never forgotten Styx, never stopped hoping he’d come back into his life in some capacity or another. And he had, so Law was going to hold on and not let go.

“Fuck me, Styx. Take me any way you goddamned want me. Please.”

Law had wanted to say those words to Styx’s face for what seemed like forever. Seeing the heat flare in Styx’s eyes, he decided that it had been worth the wait. The man entered him again without waiting. Law wrapped his legs around Styx and let Styx take him, accepted it all, and there was forgiveness there.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmured against Law’s mouth. “So fucking sorry…”

“Me too,” Law said, and then they were moving so fast together, Styx’s head buried in Law’s neck as their pace quickened. Grabbed Styx’s broad shoulders as the man drove into him, his famous control obviously shot to shit.

They’d both been good, and good together in bed—when they were younger. Time, experience had only improved them both, and the combination proved explosive. The two former club rats were both seasoned warriors, knew all the right places to touch to set each other to implode.

Styx had the same long scar down his back—it hadn’t gotten any better with age, and there were a few new ones as well that Law could easily recognize as bullet wounds.

Law had a few himself from his time in combat, knew Styx saw them and that another time, the man would trace them with his tongue and kiss them as if he could make them disappear.

Styx always made him feel as if he’d come home, and tonight was no exception. He buried his face in the man’s shoulder and let Styx’s hands wander his body.

“Don’t stop, Styx. Please…”

And Styx didn’t, not for a long time, until Law had come twice, any hesitation long gone.

In the aftermath, Law lay in Styx’s arms, unwilling and unable to move. His face was buried against Styx’s shoulder, inhaling the smell of the man he’d missed for so long.

Finally, it was right between them, but at some point, Paulo had moved from the bed. Neither man had seen him go.

“Want me to call Paulo in here?” Styx asked and Law nodded, his hands still tight around Styx as if he’d leave again if Law let go. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Making sure.”

He heard Styx call for Paulo, heard the younger man pad in and lie on the bed with them. Styx pulled him in close and the three of them lay there together.

“You all right?” Law asked Paulo when he finally lifted his head.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just wanted to give you your space.”

“You weren’t in the way at all.” The fierceness in Styx’s voice surprised them all. “I’m the third wheel here.”

“I want both of you, dammit,” Law said. “And you want each other. So cut the shit and stop ruining my afterglow.”

That broke the tension for a few minutes, and Styx pulled Paulo even closer. For the first time in a long time, Law thought he might actually have an unbroken sleep.

Chapter Ten

The days passed with an unsurprising quickness now that the three men had something else to take their minds off the inherent danger in addition to the movies and books once they got power back. Before that, when the blizzard didn’t let up for forty-eight hours, leaving them with nothing but candles and a fire, no one complained.

While the power had come back last night, the roads were still impassable, according to Tomcat, and the news left even Styx slightly relaxed.

Law stretched as the closing credits ran on the movie he’d just watched as Paulo slept next to him and Styx read. He wasn’t sure what time it was—sometime after midnight, he supposed, but days and nights were mixing up and blending together because it really didn’t matter here. What did was that they were safe, and he would do anything he could to stop Styx from going back to his father, even if it was for no other reason than to kill the man. Styx’s partner could do that. Law didn’t want his lover anywhere near his past.

“I’m going to shower,” Styx told him, and Law watched him head to the bathroom. He looked at Paulo, who’d been watching also.

They’d gone ten hours without some kind of sex or blow or hand job. Like a fucking record for them. But every time his gaze settled on one of them, the need blew out, out of his control, and the self-restraint he’d been so proud of all these years collapsed under the reality of the two men who wanted him as badly as he wanted them.

Paulo stirred next to him—once the blanket dropped away, Law noted that the man wore only a pair of shorts. “Guess I missed the movie.”

Law ran a hand through the younger man’s hair. “The only reason I got to watch it this time was because you slept.”

Paulo grinned a little at that. Got out of bed and walked into the bathroom where Styx was showering, brushed his teeth while watching Styx through the glass door.

Law knew because he stood in the doorway, watching Styx soaping himself up, giving his dick a few tugs, and Law’s own cock swelled, tenting the sweats he wore.

“Wish that stall was bigger,” Paulo murmured as the men contented themselves with simple voyeurism, Law’s hands wrapping around Paulo’s waist, head resting on his shoulder. “Has he heard from Tomcat?”

“While you slept. Nothing new.” Law wasn’t sure if that was good or bad at this point. The thought of Styx having to leave again made his heart ache.

Would he stay once all of this was over? No promises had been asked or made either way. It was as if all three men purposely avoided the subject, and after Law had talked about his past, they’d steered away from any potentially upsetting topics.

But their uncertain futures had woken Law up in the middle of the night, unable to move with Paulo’s body half on top of him. Styx had been awake too, staring at the ceiling, and they’d eventually drifted back off without talking, but it still bothered him.

Now, Law’s erection probed his Paulo’s back. “Why don’t you lure him to the bedroom? Styx has handcuffs in his bag.”

Law snorted but nodded. He waited for Styx to walk out of the stall, stopped him when he grabbed for a towel, sucked some water off a muscled shoulder and continued a long lick down his arm instead.

“I just got clean,” Styx told him.

“We’ll all get clean again later.” Law tugged him toward the bedroom where Paulo was already waiting with two sets of handcuffs. Styx’s cock was already responding, had never really gone down despite jerking off in the shower.