Free (Save The Kids Book 4)

by E. M. Leya

He glanced at the clock, surprised to see he'd been at it for nearly five hours. He'd heard D out in the other parts of the house organizing all the stuff that had been delivered earlier, but he hadn't seen him since he'd gotten there this morning. That was okay. He didn't blame D for not wanting to come in and see what was on the computers, and honestly, he worked better without any distractions.

  It was time for a break. He had all the information he could get, which included the location the video was uploaded from. Now, he just needed to hack into the location and see what else he could find to store as evidence. If they got lucky, the kids would be at that home, and he would be able to give D the information. Not that he could act on it yet, but it would at least show D and Carter that he could do the job.

  Now that he was figuring out exactly how to do everything and didn't have Carter there doing it while showing him, it was easier. The hard part was picking what videos and pictures to track. There were so many. He could spend a week doing this non-stop and not even make a dent. He never dreamed that sex trafficking and pedophilia was such a huge problem.

  Making sure he'd shut everything down and put the information he'd printed off into folders before locking them away, he stretched his shoulders. He had yet to get the new chairs they'd ordered, and his back was feeling it.

  As he headed down the hall to the living room, the house was silent, and for a moment he'd wondered if D had left, but then he saw the basement door open and light on. He glanced around, seeing a new, large sectional in the living room, a large TV mounted on the wall across from it. There were new lamps and even a few cool models of antique cars sitting on the fireplace mantle. He loved the way it looked.

  "D?" He headed downstairs, curious what he was up to. When he got to the bottom of the steps, he paused, sucking in a shocked breath. "Holy shit."

  "Like it?" D grinned from where he was hooking up some gaming system to a fucking huge TV.

  "This is amazing." He stared at the far side of the room where there were a pool table and foosball. The middle of the room had a huge sectional along with several beanbags tossed against the back wall. Next to the TV was a huge entertainment center. It was empty, but Jeremy had a feeling that the stack of boxes that still sat on the floor was filled with things to go in it. "This looks amazing."

  "I'm hooking stuff up now, but there's more coming over the week that we'll have to add to it. I told you, I wanted a place for us to unwind and get away from all the shit we have to deal with. This is a safe room. No work gets discussed when we're down here."

  "Deal." Jeremy walked over and flopped down on the couch. "Man, I could live down here."

  "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. That couch is comfy."

  "Good thing we can't bring strangers over. I could bend someone over that pool table in a second." Jeremy smiled, remembering some of the best sex he'd ever had with his ex doing just that. Then he remembered why the guy was his ex and swallowed hard.

  "Oh, fuck yeah." D set the gaming system on a shelf before standing. "The couch might be even better, but I swear if I come down here and find cum stains on anything, I'll kill someone."

  "Maybe the last thing we need is anyone having sex down here. The last thing I want to hear is someone screaming out 'William' as they come," Jeremy teased.

  "They won't be screaming William because I won't tell anyone that name, and you better not either. It's hard enough giving up my real name and shortening it to D."

  "What is your real name? No one would tell me." Jeremy asked.

  "Dyson, which is why D works so well."

  "Hmm, you got lucky getting a middle name you can shorten to match your old one. They must have hated me more." Jeremy stood up, about to go over to the pool table and check it out, but D turned, coming to stand in front of him.

  "You going to tell me your real name?" D asked.

  "My real name is Jeremy, now."

  "You know what I'm talking about. The name that matters, not the one someone else made up for you."

  "My mother made up the first one."

  "Which is?"

  "None of your fucking business. You know it doesn't matter anymore. You're William and I'm Jeremy. We don't get a choice."

  D shoved Jeremy, his hands both splayed hard against his chest. "Not William. I'll never use that name."

  Jeremy fell back against the couch. He stayed there, staring up at Dyson. Not at all worried about the aggression, for one, it wasn't done in anger, and for two, he knew how to fight. If he needed to defend himself against D, he could hold his own. "Do you think you're the only one to get shitty names? Jeremy is my middle name. Fuckers put Roland as my first name."

  "Still better than William." D pressed his knees against Jeremy's as he stood directly in front of him. "What's your given name? You know, the one your first girlfriend cried out when you fucked her."

  Jeremy folded his arms over his chest as he stared up at him. "Boyfriend. I've never had a girlfriend. And it's none of your business what he yelled when he came all over my cock."

  At that news, something flashed in D's eyes. What had been a teasing gleam had turned into a heated lust-filled stare. Could D like men? If he did, that changed everything about their working relationship, because there was no fucking way he could work around D all the time without wanting a piece of him.

  D licked his lips, staring down at him. "You shouldn't have told me that."

  "Why?" Jeremy's cock hardened as D's knees pressed harder against his own.

  "Because I was in jail for a month, then sent here, where I don't know anyone and can't go out to pick someone up. I'm used to getting laid almost every night. If you're telling me you like cock, that changes everything."

  "Not if I don't want you." Jeremy raised a brow, hoping D couldn't see through his lie. He wanted D badly, but it was also the worst thing he could do. Not only did they have to work together, Jeremy had just left the worst relationship he'd ever had. He wasn't sure he was ready for another, even if it was just sex.

  "Your cock says you're lying." D reached down running his fingers along Jeremy's thigh, seriously close to his very obvious bulge.

  Jeremy grabbed his hand before he could touch his cock. "We don't want to do this."

  "We don't?" D stared at him. "Are you sure?"

  Jeremy's pulse raced as he continued to hold D's hand against his leg. "Carter mentioned a rule about not dating other team members."

  "I'm not looking to date. I'm looking for a hot fuck between me and a guy I haven't been able to take my eyes off since I walked into this fucking house. We're both single, obviously both horny." D eyed his cock, causing it to jerk as it hardened even more. "And I think we'd be pretty damn good together, so what do you say?"

  "Still doesn't make it the smart thing to do." Jeremy stared up at him, trying to think of every reason why he shouldn't do this, but there weren't very many, and the ones he could think of were more excuses than reasons.

  "I've never been smart." D tugged his hand free as he moved forward, kneeling on the couch so he was straddling Jeremy's legs. "Tell me no now or there's no going back." His finger traced a line down Jeremy's cheek, then over his lips.

  Unable to resist what he wanted, Jeremy opened his mouth, sucking D's finger between his lips, watching D's reaction.

  "Fuck." D gasped as he settled against him, moving his free hand into Jeremy's hair as he dipped his head and pulled his mouth to his own.

  Jeremy barely had time to release D's finger before he found himself being kissed hard. It wasn't a nervous, timid kiss. It was the kiss of a man who knew what he wanted and was going to take it. That was more than okay with Jeremy. Once he'd committed himself to doing this, his whole body was ready and willing. He reached, wrapping his arms around D, pulling him even closer.

  D rested right over his cock, and Jeremy groaned into the kiss as the heat from D's arousal swarmed him. He lifted his hips, trying to draw their bodies together as his tongue wrestled with D's, tasting the beer he'd
been drinking.

  D pulled back, breathing heavily. "Fuck, I knew you'd be hot." He stole another kiss before he paused to lift off his shirt.

  "Jesus." Jeremy stared at his chest, taking in the tattoos that covered almost every inch of skin. "Do you know how sexy that is?" He traced a line of tattoos over D's shoulder.

  "I need new ones. You can help me decide what." D's hands slid under his shirt, his fingers grazing softly over his stomach.

  "Not until I learn all these." Jeremy lifted his arms so D could pull his shirt off. Once D had tossed it to the side, he slid his hands to D's hips and held tight.

  "What do we have here?" D grinned as he flicked the nipple piercing that Jeremy had. "You got any more surprises for me?"

  Jeremy smiled. "Maybe you need to undress me and find out." He wondered how D would react to the Prince Albert he had. He'd gotten it in college and loved it. Even when his ex had asked him to get rid of it, he refused.

  "Oh, interesting." D dipped his head, sucking on Jeremy's bottom lip, then deepened the kiss as he moved his hips to cause friction between them where they both wanted it most.

  Jeremy ran his hands up D's back, learning the curves of his muscles. The man was in great shape. He hid it under the clothes he wore, but seeing him partially naked, he wondered how much time D put into looking so perfect.

  His own body was nowhere close to D's. Sitting behind a desk tended to allow for a bit of flab in some areas, and while he tried to work out, stay in shape, he wasn't very dedicated to it. He wasn't considered out of shape, but compared to D, he was far from in shape.

  "Let me up." D pulled back.

  Jeremy released him, missing the heat of D's body against his own as D stood. They stared at each other for a moment, but he couldn't even guess at what D was thinking. His own body was on fire, wanting more of whatever it was D was offering.

  "Show me," D said.

  "Show you what?"

  "What you're hiding from me." D reached for Jeremy's hands, pulling him up from the couch. His fingers worked the button on Jeremy's jeans. "What do you have down there?"

  "Hopefully the same as you have down there, unless you haven't told me something." Jeremy grinned as D slid the zipper down.

  "Show me." D stepped back.

  The hunger in D's eyes fed his own desire, and his cock ached as it thickened. Never breaking eye contact with D, Jeremy slowly kicked off his shoes before easing his jeans and underwear down his legs. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside before taking a deep breath as he stood there for D's inspection.

  "Well shit. I didn't expect that from you." D reached out and tapped the metal piercing that went through the head of Jeremy's cock. "I like."

  "Do you?"

  "A lot." D slid down to his knees. "How long have you had it?"

  "About ten years." Jeremy resisted the urge to reach down and stroke his cock. D was close enough to it his breath washed over his sensitive skin, making his need intensify.

  "Top or bottom?" D glanced up at him.

  "Depends on the man, on the moment."

  "With me?"

  Jeremy didn't hesitate. He wanted both with D. "Either way with you. Both if I'm lucky."

  "Feeling lucky?" D asked.

  "With you on your knees, inches from my cock, yeah, I feel pretty lucky." Jeremy reached out and traced a fingertip over D's lips. "You going to let me feel that mouth?"

  D laughed as he reached up and fisted the base of Jeremy's cock. "If you promise to fuck me with it after."

  "Deal." Jeremy gripped the back of D's head, pressing him forward as he took a half-step closer until the metal of his piercing brushed D's lips. "You ever had anyone with a piercing?"

  D closed his lips around the piercing and tugged gently. "Mmmhmm."

  Jeremy's fingers tightened in D's hair as he moved his hips a bit, feeding his cock into D's wet mouth. "Then you know that sex can be different. I'm happy to fuck you, but you need to tell me if it's too much. If it hurts." He rotated his hips as D's mouth closed around him and started to suck.

  He watched his cock slide in and out of D's mouth, wet with saliva. It was the sexiest fucking sight. He wanted to grip him by the ears and use his mouth for his pleasure, but being their first time, he didn't want to scare D off.

  Jeremy always liked sex rough. It didn't matter if he was giving or taking. The more aggressive the better it was. "And, I've never not ripped a condom when fucking with my piercing. We need to think of that before we do anything. I can take it out if we need to." He needed to be upfront with D.

  D circled his tongue around Jeremy's cock before pulling off him. "I'm clear. Tested every six months, and haven't had unprotected sex in years. I would usually hesitate…" D flicked his tongue over the piercing again. "But I really want this. I want to feel you fuck me with that piercing. Fuck me hard." D swallowed his cock again, going deep, but not so deep the piercing would gag him.

  "Sweet Jesus." Jeremy widened his stance to keep his balance. "I was with the same man for six years. While he did cheat on me, I've been tested since it ended, but that was only four months ago."

  D's fingers moved under his balls as he pulled away to speak. "I'm okay with it if you are."

  Jeremy nodded. "Fuck yeah." He loved bareback sex. He hated taking his piercing out, and there was no way a condom would last through hard intercourse. He'd bought the strongest and best condoms out there when he'd first gotten the piercing, and everything broke. "You need to stop sucking my cock or I'll never last to get inside you. Your mouth is too fucking hot." Jeremy stepped aside. "You're way overdressed."

  "Do something about it." D grinned up at him, still on his knees.

  "Want it rough?" Jeremy leaned down, hooking his arms under D's, and lifting him. He turned to face the couch and pushed D down face first into the cushion. "I don't mind rough." Jeremy crowded behind D, pressing his cock to his ass as he reached around with both hands and worked open D's pants. Using one hand in the back of D's hair, he pulled hard, forcing D to rise up so he was standing. The moment he was able, Jeremy pushed D's pants and underwear down his legs until they piled around his shoes.

  "Fuck!" D twisted and found Jeremy's mouth, kissing him hard. When he pulled back, they were both breathless. "Lube in my wallet. Can you reach it?"

  Jeremy bent, sliding his hands over D's ass then reached for his pants. On his way back up, wallet in hand, he paused to bite the cheek of D's ass hard.

  "Shit." D's hand went to his cock, squeezing it tightly. "You're going to make me lose my mind."

  "Isn't that the idea?" Jeremy handed him his wallet, then slid down to his own knees, spreading D's ass open and burying his face against it without any warning.

  D lurched forward, catching himself on the couch as he widened his legs before pressing back to Jeremy as if offering his ass up for whatever he wanted.

  Jeremy took what was presented to him, spreading D wide and licking over him. He lavished D's ass with his tongue, teasing softly for a moment before pressing hard, seeking inside him. He was lost in a haze of lust as he reached around, wrapping one hand around D's cock and tugging as he continued to use his tongue, lips, chin, and even at times, teeth on his ass.

  "Fuck, Jer." D's worked his hips back.

  "Want more?"

  "Fuck yeah."

  Jeremy smiled as he pulled back, looking at how wet D's ass was. He ran his finger over the hole several times, then gently pressed in. D was tight, his ass gripping his finger as he pushed deeper until he hit the heated softness farther inside. "Fuck me, you're going to feel so good around my cock."

  "If you ever get around to fucking me." D groaned as Jeremy pushed a second finger into him.

  "I was trying to be nice." Jeremy moved his fingers in and out of him.

  "I don't want nice. I want to feel your cock spread me. I want to feel that little metal ring hit me in just the right spot. I want to forget for a few minutes how fucked up my life is. Give it to me. Make me feel."

/>   There were so many layers to what D had just said, but now wasn't the time to figure them out. He needed this just as much as D did. He reached for the packet of lube D had tossed on the couch. It wasn't much, but it would work. He ripped the package open and dripped it over the head of his cock before using the last on D's ass.

  He didn't bother warning D as he gripped the base of his cock, ran the head over his hole to spread the lube a bit, then started to press inside. He'd learned to go easy when entering. The piercing could make it awkward, but years of having it gave him the experience to know what worked with most men.

  D wasn't having any of it as he pressed back and took him deep in one hard slide. "Yes! Now fuck me, and don't be gentle." D braced his arms on the couch.

  "Your wish…" Jeremy started to move, going slow a few times to make sure D really could tolerate the metal ring, but when he showed no signs of being uncomfortable, he reached forward, one hand on D's hip, the other on his shoulder, and he started to fuck him hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with their grunts, and Jeremy had to remind himself to breathe because the sensation and tightness of D's ass were so perfect around him.

  "That's it." D moved one hand to his own cock and started to stroke. "I'm going to come fast, but don't stop. No matter what, don't stop until you fill me!" D moved his hips back and forth, adding to the motion of their bodies.

  Jeremy was lost in pleasure. D knew how to use his body. He loved that D knew what he wanted, asked for it, and took it. There was no hesitation, no guessing. It was raw, rough sex. Just the kind that Jeremy loved to have.

  Sweat started to bead on his forehead as his hips worked into D, taking what he wanted, hoping he was giving D what he needed. He was too far gone to do more than act on an animalistic level. He hadn't had a lover in months, and he hadn't had anyone other than his ex in years. This was everything he needed.

  "Oh fuck. Right there. Harder." D groaned.

  With his fingers digging into D's skin, he gave it everything he had, slamming into him, pulling nearly out, then slamming back in as hard as he could. It was violent, wild, and it was loud, but it was perfect.