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by SE Jakes


  “This is your charity?”

  Marcus nodded. “I started it about five years ago, by proxy. I wanted to accomplish what I wanted to, the way I wanted to, so I figured this could become my karma.”

  “Did it?”

  He stared at Cole for a long moment before stroking the back of his neck. “I’m looking right at him.”

  “Jesus, Marcus.” He grabbed the man’s forearm and held on.

  “We can leave after I give my speech.”

  “I’m okay with staying. I’m better now.”

  “Yeah, better than anyone here, Cole. I need you to believe that.”

  “With you next to me, I finally do.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Law

  It wasn’t until Law got a text from Cole, telling him that Marcus was giving a speech and that things were okay, that he went upstairs to the two men waiting for him.

  Styx and Paolo were also okay, and they’d started without him. Law took a moment in the doorway to watch the scene unfolding. Paolo was naked, wrapped around Styx, who was also naked. Styx’s cock slid in between Paolo’s ass cheeks, teasing him, while Styx sucked on his nipple.

  That drove Paolo nuts. Law smiled at the keening cries coming from Paolo—he could be really demanding when he wanted something. And since he’d known this day was coming, he’d been angling to make it happen sooner, or using it as fodder for teasing every time they had sex.

  Because, hell yeah, just thinking about what they’d done with him last year was enough to make Law impossibly hard. He stripped as he walked across the room toward the bed, bent down to lick Styx’s cock and tease Paolo’s ass while Styx forced Paolo up and down.

  “Jesus,” Paolo groaned. “You two…going to fucking kill me.”

  “Not a bad way to go,” Styx murmured. “Yeah, Law, right there.”

  Law planned on torturing both men tonight, and he licked and laved and made sure they were both so close to coming themselves that it hurt to hold back. They were cursing him by the time he’d finished, and Styx threatened him that he was going to find himself in Paolo’s position if he wasn’t careful.

  With that, Paolo glanced over his shoulder. “I think he’s trying not to be careful.”

  “You’re not getting out of this,” Law told him. “It’s tradition.”

  “Doesn’t mean we couldn’t start a new one,” Styx mused. “Whoever’s the most deserving.”

  “The one who drove us the most crazy in the past year,” Paolo added. “It definitely wasn’t me this time.”

  Law shook his head slowly, pressing his chest to Paolo’s back, his cock rubbing along Styx’s. “None of what happened this past month was my fault.”

  “It’s not about fault, Law. Never is, never was,” Styx told him, his voice rough, and oh fuck, they were both seriously considering switching this around.

  That’s not to say he hadn’t thought about it himself once or twice, hadn’t wondered what it would be like with Styx and Paolo.

  “Has he done it before?” Paolo asked Styx.

  “He’s right in the room,” Law reminded him with a hard nip on his shoulder.

  “Just once.” Styx’s eyes burned into his. “It’d be much better with us.”

  “That I agree with,” Law said. “But we’re not changing this now. Because Paolo wants this.”

  Paolo didn’t argue, not when Law held his hips still, picked him up slightly so Styx wasn’t in the way and began to press inside him. Paolo scrambled to hold on to Styx’s shoulders as Law pushed into Paolo’s already well-lubed ass, a tight, hot hug around his cock that would get hotter and tighter once Styx joined him.

  “Need to get you ready, baby.”

  Styx moved back to sit against the headboard and Paolo got onto his hands and knees for a few minutes, taking Styx’s cock in his mouth as Law rode him. Styx’s hand wound in Paolo’s hair, and his eyes met Law’s. They were joined in ways Law had never thought possible—and ways he was so glad he hadn’t missed out on. It would’ve been so easy for one of them to walk away in the beginning, when Styx first reentered his life and things with Paolo were so new and fragile.

  But they’d persevered. They’d become a force to be reckoned with, in so many ways.

  “You ready?” Styx asked him.

  Paolo nodded, almost like he couldn’t trust his voice. Law could understand that—this was a lot to deal with physically, but it was an emotional mind blower on top of that. For all of them, but for Paolo…

  He slid out of Paolo and let the man straddle Styx, taking him deep inside. Styx pumped his hips up into him for a few minutes while Law enjoyed watching them, running his tongue down Paolo’s back, making him shudder and groan.

  Finally, Law moved chest to back with Paolo again. Styx was propped up on pillows so he could easily enjoy the show, but he stilled the way Paolo did when Law began the slow, smooth process of joining Styx’s cock inside Paolo.

  Paolo was holding Styx’s chest, his hands white, and Styx would bear bruises. He also wouldn’t care—none of them would.

  By this time, Law and Styx had already opened Paolo up with their fingers and cocks, and now he was riding Styx. Law took advantage of that, slapping Paolo’s ass. For some reason, it made Paolo shudder, a whole-body shudder that both men noticed immediately.

  Suddenly, it was almost too much. He wanted to shake his head, tell them no, climb off Styx—and they’d let him, of course. But part of it was the escape, the chase. In this safe environment, he could do that, and these men he loved? They understood.

  “Come on, baby. You know you want it.” From anyone else but Styx, it would’ve sounded awful, sleazy even. From Styx, it was a simple statement, telling Paolo to not be ashamed of what he wanted.

  Law took a different tactic, murmuring in his ear, “Should’ve taped it last time so he could watch himself.” Styx nodded approvingly. “Maybe we shouldn’t make that mistake again.”

  Jesus, they were going to tape this? Paolo sat up like he was ready to bolt, but Law’s hands came down on his shoulders—steady, warm and reassuring. But also commanding.

  He wasn’t going anywhere.

  Styx throbbed inside him. “You can’t deny you’ve been thinking about it…wondering when it was going to happen again.”

  Paolo could deny it, of course, but he’d be lying. And since they’d mentioned it to him earlier this week, every time he saw the men his stomach tightened with anticipation. And they knew it, dammit, which was why they did it.

  “And now we’re safe,” Law murmured, reading his mind.

  Right. They were safe. Cole was safe, together with Marcus. Things were good.

  Right here, in between the men he loved, things were fucking stupendous. “Now, Law,” he ordered, and instead of a smart-ass answer or a joke, Law complied, pushing in with a hard thrust.

  And that—that first push was always the hardest. His vision swam, his body tensed, although he knew he had to relax. Both Law and Styx were talking to him, rubbing him, relaxing him. And then Law was seated fully inside of him, next to Styx.

  That’s when the fireworks happened. None of them would last long—it didn’t matter. The way he was angled, his gland got the benefit of all that constant driving pressure. Law was gripping him tight, cursing as he thrust, and Styx was trapped, watching Paolo carefully.

  Law kissed the side of his neck, nipped him a little. Paolo jolted from that contact, and then Styx drove up hard.

  “Fuck. Gonna come,” Paolo panted.

  “Not yet,” Styx said, wrapping his fingers around the base of Paolo’s cock to ensure that wouldn’t happen.

  Paolo’s body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and he didn’t know what the fuck to do with himself. He was complete sensation—didn’t know how to handle it, to process it all. He needed relief, needed them to stop and to go, all at once.

  He’d never get this from anyone else. They got him, and it made him want to laugh and cry at once. “Fucking love you,
” he managed, met Styx’s eyes as Law nipped his earlobe.

  “Love you, baby. Love you both,” Styx said.

  Law thrust again. Twice, hard. “Go, Paolo—don’t hold back for us.”

  He didn’t—he couldn’t. He came with a burst of white-hot light as his climax hit him with a stunning force. His orgasm was protracted, like he’d been milked and couldn’t stop it from happening.

  He couldn’t. Didn’t want to. So he rode those waves, vaguely aware of Law, then Styx, losing it inside of him, which set off a fresh wave of contractions, pushing him to the brink.

  He was leaning on Styx, unable to lie down until Law pulled out, which he did, slow and gentle. Styx remained inside him for a while, so he wouldn’t be so empty, and he lay on Styx’s chest, Law by their side, rubbing his back.

  “Love,” he murmured again, because that was all he had left.

  The best part was, it was all any of them had ever needed.

  About the Author

  SE Jakes writes m/m romance. She believes in happy endings and fighting for what you want in both fiction and real life. She lives in New York with her family and most days, she can be found happily writing (in bed). No really…

  SE Jakes is also the pen name for New York Times Bestselling author Stephanie Tyler, as well as half the co-writing team of Sydney Croft.

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  Look for these titles by SE Jakes

  Now Available:

  Men of Honor

  Bound By Honor

  Bound By Law

  Ties that Bind

  Bound By Danger

  Bound For Keeps

  Bound to Break

  The one man he can’t forget is the one whose memories could destroy them all.

  Bound By Law

  © 2011 SE Jakes

  Men of Honor, Book 2

  After the one man he trusted disappeared, it took Law Connor ten years to take a chance on another relationship. Trouble is, right about the time he’s finally ready to let go of the past, the past stages a hostile takeover.

  Back when they were teens, Styx was the boy with no memory. He and Law had each other’s backs until he was forced to leave to keep Law safe. Now a CIA agent, he’s finally discovered who he is, and why he’s a hunted man.

  Detective Paulo McMannus has almost succeeded in helping Law forget his lost love when Styx comes plowing back into their lives. No way is Paulo giving up his lover without a fight.

  Suddenly Law finds himself on the run with Styx, the man who can still bring him to his knees…and with Paulo, the man who brought him back to life. The worst part? He can’t choose between them. And it’s getting harder to remember why he should.

  Warning: Contains rough language, rougher sex and warriors who fall hard for one another.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Bound By Law:

  “Okay, Law, go.”

  With Paulo’s voice enmeshed in his mind, Law opened the door and walked into Styx’s room without knocking. Caught between his present and his past, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his future lay somewhere in between.

  Styx lay on his back on the bed staring at the ceiling, just as Law had left him. The man had rarely slept when they were younger and Law saw nothing had changed. If anything, Styx’s job probably exacerbated his insomnia.

  “You’re done with the boy that quickly and quietly?” Styx smirked.

  “Ah, fuck off. And he’s not a boy.”

  “You tell him that I already got you off tonight?”

  Coming in here had been a mistake. “I won’t hurt him—and I won’t let you.”

  “You’re serious about him.”

  “We haven’t been together long,” Law said, surprised the word together came out of his mouth that easily, surprised that he didn’t deny anything.

  “But you like him,” Styx persisted.

  “He’s the first man I’ve been with more than once since you,” he admitted, and Styx just stared at him. “What? That makes me an idiot, right? Because I’m sure you’ve had your share of relationships.”

  “Ah, Law, come on. There’s been no one worth shit since you. You have to know that,” Styx said softly.

  “I don’t know what to make of anything.”

  “It hasn’t been easy on me either. You gotta believe that. All these years, and you had Damon. I was alone, by necessity. But it still hurt.”

  “By choice,” Law insisted as he sat on the edge of the bed, where Styx still lay on his back. “I would’ve gone with you. Hell, Damon might’ve too, or you could’ve stayed and we could’ve figured a way out of whatever it was together.”

  “I always thought…” Styx shook his head. “Forget it.”

  “What?”

  “I thought we had forever. A stupid kid’s dream.”

  “It wasn’t stupid. I wanted that, too.” Law paused. “What happened?”

  “My past showed, and the only way to keep you and Damon safe was to leave. It was the only way, or I’d never have stayed apart from you.” Styx sat up for a moment, moved closer to press his face to Law’s shoulder. “You have to believe me.”

  “I do believe you. But you had sixteen years to tell me. I deserve an explanation,” Law said quietly, and Styx didn’t dispute that but he still didn’t jump right into the story.

  “Why did Paulo let you sneak away?”

  “He’s the one who told me to come in here. He knew you would rather talk to me in private.”

  Styx snorted but he didn’t say anything more, just moved away to lie down again. This time, Law joined him, lying on his side to face Styx.

  “You sure you’re ready for this?” Styx asked.

  “Since the second I met you,” Law told him, and Styx smiled but it was short-lived.

  “The more you know, the more danger for both of you,” Styx said. “Shit, you have no idea…been keeping you safe for sixteen years…for nothing.”

  “Tell me. Come on…there’s too much history between us.”

  “My memory,” he started, then stopped just as abruptly.

  “You remember?”

  “Not exactly. But someone’s been filling in the blanks for me. And now I’ve got a few more pieces of puzzle, including my birth certificate.”

  Styx looked haunted, and so wiped that Law didn’t want to make him continue. He’d always wanted to protect Styx from all the dark spaces in his own brain. Wanted to protect Styx from everything.

  And so he drew Styx’s mouth to his, kissed him so well the present melded into the past and they were teens on a twin bed, exploring something beyond simply fucking for the first time. If it was possible to go back in time, they were there, with nothing stopping them from fucking and spending every waking moment together. Styx’s tongue played with his, and Law pushed Styx back and climbed on him, wanting him with an immediacy that couldn’t be helped.

  Styx’s hands tangled in his hair when Law straddled him and Law ground his jean-clad cock against Styx’s, hearing the moans from the man under him. God, it would be so easy to erase all their pain, to fall back into Styx, to run away with him.

  Except it wasn’t both of them alone. There was Paulo now…and there were sixteen years of explanations needed.

  There was so damned much to figure out. And so he pulled away from Styx reluctantly, then just pressed his forehead to the other man’s for a long moment.

  “Tell me ev
erything, Styx,” he urged hoarsely.

  When your deepest, darkest fantasy shows up, get on board.

  Special Delivery

  © 2014 Heidi Cullinan

  Special Delivery, Book 1

  Sam Keller knows he’ll never find the excitement he craves in Middleton, Iowa—not while he’s busting his ass in nursing school and paying rent by slaving away in a pharmacy stockroom.

  Then Sam meets Mitch Tedsoe, an independent, long-haul trucker who makes a delivery to a shop across the alley. Innocent flirting quickly leads to a fling, and when Mitch offers to take him on a road trip west, Sam jumps at the chance for adventure.

  Mitch is sexy, funny and friendly, but once they embark on their journey, something changes. One minute he’s the star of Sam’s every x-rated fantasy, the next he’s almost too much a perfect gentleman. And when they hit the Las Vegas city limit, Sam has a name to pin on Mitch’s malady: Randy.

  For better or for worse, Sam grapples with the meaning of friendship, letting go, growing up—even the meaning of love—because no matter how far he travels, eventually all roads lead home.

  Warning: This story contains trucker fantasies, threesomes and kinky consensual sex.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Special Delivery:

  Mitch remained quiet for another mile. Sam worried he’d broken everything already. But as they came up over a hill near a rest stop, Mitch said, “Safe word. You didn’t pick one.”

  Sam blinked and tried to think. “Violet.”

  “Favorite color?”

  “Character. From 9 to 5.”

  “Good. Remember Violet, then.” He aimed the semi toward the rest stop. “I believe I promised you a spanking if you said that word again.”

  “Wait—wait.” Sam held on to the dash as Mitch pulled into a parking spot. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, I’m very serious.” He locked the doors and undid his seat belt as he faced Sam. “Stand up and strip that ass bare.”

  He’s teasing you. Sam told himself this, but as he sat frozen in his seat, watching Mitch’s rigid jaw, it was a hard line to buy. Sam breathed shallowly, as if to keep from being noticed by too much movement. After a minute or so, his hand hurt, and he realized this was because he held the seat belt strap so tightly it cut into his skin.

 

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