Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6

by Jayne Rylon

  BOUND FOR YOU

  MEN IN BLUE, BOOK 6

  JAYNE RYLON

  HAPPY ENDINGS PUBLISHING

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  About The Book

  Additional Information

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Meet The Divemasters

  Naughty News

  What Was Your Favorite Part?

  Jayne’s Shop

  Listen Up!

  Get In Touch

  About The Author

  Also by Jayne Rylon

  Copyright © 2016 by Jayne Rylon

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means—including email, file-sharing groups, and peer-to-peer programs—without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  If you have purchased a copy of this ebook, thank you. I greatly appreciate knowing you would never illegally share your copy of this book. This is the polite way of me saying don’t be a thieving asshole, please and thank you!

  If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Refer to the don’t-be-a-theiving-asshole section above for clarification. :)

  Edited By Mackenzie Walton

  Cover Art By Angela Waters

  ISBN: 978-1-941785-17-1

  Men in Blue, Book 6

  Ben has lived through hell. He only survived captivity and torture by the brutes who’d been attempting to develop Sex Offender, a potent aphrodisiac used as a date rape drug, because of the guy he met—and fell in lust with—in the drug lord’s dungeons.

  Ryan became Ben’s roommate after they escaped. His nearness is constantly tempting Ben to force Ryan to submit to his dark desires. Disgusted by how similar that makes him to their captors, he’s managed to hold off so far. How long can he keep his cravings for Ryan’s sexy body at bay?

  On top of that, they both seem to be falling for the same woman. If Ben has reservations about unleashing his sexual appetites on Ryan then that goes double for Shari, who is entirely too sweet and inexperienced for either of them. Or so Ben thinks.

  When Shari teams up with Ryan to change Ben’s mind, it seems like Ben might consider turning their three-way fling into something serious. Until a threat to Ben’s niece reminds them that it’s not always possible to keep those you love safe. After losing his sister in the Sex Offender scandal, Ben might never be ready to take that risk again.

  None of them could have realized they were bound for something greater than a traditional partner in life, but Shari and Ryan are sure the three of them will benefit from the love of not one, but two, strong, giving soul mates who can help them leave the darkness of their past behind.

  Will they be able to convince Ben that living fully is better than living cautiously?

  ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

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  DEDICATION

  For Mackenzie Walton, who has put up with my shenanigans while editing more than fifteen of my books. Though our days at Samhain may be over, I hope our journey is just beginning. Thank you for all that you’ve contributed to my work and the fun we’ve had while doing it. Your stick figure reenactments of the Hot Rods sex scenes are still my favorite.

  1

  Clank. Huff. Clank. Huff.

  Ryan admitted it. The sound of his roommate working out in the spare bedroom across the hall acted like the world’s most potent aphrodisiac on him. His cock hardened, as if Ben was pumping iron into it instead of his own already magazine-worthy build.

  Sprawled in bed, Ryan had been paying half-attention to some late-night comedy host, unable to muster a single chuckle. Against his better judgment, he muted the TV, then dropped the remote. It bounced, utterly forgotten, on the mattress. He glanced at the screen of the baby monitor on his nightstand to double-check that Ben’s eight-year-old niece Julie was knocked out in her room at the other end of the second floor in the better-days Victorian they rented, as she had been for hours. If one of her periodic nightmares roused her, he’d know long before she ventured this way.

  Clank. Huff. Clank. Huff.

  Ben now had his full attention.

  Nothing new about that, though the other man would probably grimace—or maybe deck him—if he could read Ryan’s thoughts.

  From where he leaned his shoulders against his padded leather headboard, Ryan could make out the curve of sweaty muscles in the spare bedroom directly across the hall. A sheen highlighted them in the mirror propped against the wall of their makeshift gym. They flexed and bunched as Ben did about a million reps with his fully loaded weights. In between sets he rotated some CrossFit shit, pulling himself up on whatever handy contraption he could find, inadvertently flaunting his spectacular body and the amazing things it was capable of doing.

  There was a reason Ryan swore his room had the best view in their shared apartment. Fascinated, he could hardly stand to blink.

  Though he had plenty of ideas about more enjoyable ab exercises Ben could try, Ryan knew better than to suggest them. Instead, he settled for taking enough mental snapshots to get him through another lonely night.

  As he had in the past, enough times to diagnose his Ben-infatuation for what it really was—obsession—Ryan spread his legs. His fingers unfurled from the fist they’d unconsciously made as they mustered weak resistance to the inevitable. Then they wandered toward the growing bulge in his cotton shorts as if they had a will of their own. Ignoring the diminishing protests of his mind, which called him a perv for stealth-jacking to the sight of his unsuspecting roommate’s glory, he slipped his hand beneath his waistband and cupped his hard-on.

  Despite his best attempt to remain silent, he couldn’t repress a soft gasp at the first contact of his hand on his cock. In his mind, he imagined Ben commanding him to be silent. He would do anything to please the other guy, especially if Ben was the one in control of Ryan’s pleasure.

  He allowed his thoughts to wander, only for a moment, to the times they’d spent in captivity together. Of course the entire situation had been fucked up beyond belief. Chock full of danger, extreme emotions, and a very unhealthy heaping of terror. But he’d thought some of the ecstasy they’d indulged in had been real rather than forced.

  The times they’d served Mistress Lily in tandem sprang to the front of his memory.

  His dick twitched and thickened in his trembling grasp.

  Lost in his remembrance, Ryan wasn’t sure if the hesitation he’d imagined in the steady rhythm of Ben’s workout was real. Had he
heard? Was he affected? Had he ever truly been?

  Ryan paused and grew still, though he knew the shadowed interior of his private space would make it nearly impossible for his roommate to discern what was happening inside.

  Disaster averted. Ben kept on lifting, as if his cut frame wasn’t already irresistible.

  It was foolish to think anything had changed between them, anyway.

  Hell, he was lucky the other guy hadn’t kicked his ass or tossed him into the street with all his shit by now. It wasn’t as if he bothered to hide his unrequited lust.

  Ryan gritted his teeth and worked his temporarily wilted shaft back to full hardness, refusing to let his doubts or regrets steal what crumbs of relief he could scavenge. It might have been wrong, but he didn’t care. If he didn’t find something to soothe the anxiety shaking him to the core soon, he might not survive.

  Sure, it sounded melodramatic, especially considering the true jeopardy they had endured. Others hadn’t been lucky enough to escape and go on to pout over an unreciprocated crush—Ben’s sister April included. Ryan prided himself on the fact that despite his sexual preferences as a submissive bisexual man, he hadn’t depended on anyone to make it this far in life. To thrive against all odds. To do what had needed to be done in those dark moments he refused to dwell on. Lately, though, the foundation of his confidence had developed a network of widening cracks.

  Not the least of which was due to the man across the hall and what felt like one hell of a rejection, even if it had never been voiced aloud.

  Ryan groaned, then lifted his head and dropped it onto his pillow a few times in a lame attempt to smash thoughts of anything except Ben’s utter hotness from his cluttered mind. If he couldn’t even focus on that long enough to rub one out, he was definitely in trouble.

  He relied on his training, enabling his psyche to play more pleasant tricks.

  After drawing in a series of deep breaths, he locked away his negative thoughts. Compartmentalization had ensured that even in captivity he’d been able to perform on demand. That skill had saved others who weren’t so…let’s say, willing, from being violated in those dungeons. More than once, he’d gladly served men high on a vicious sexual stimulant—Sex Offender—in Ben’s place, protecting the other man from crossing his own boundaries. On their first night free, after downing enough alcohol to supply a frat house on a rowdy Friday night, Ben had tearfully admitted that Ryan had saved his soul.

  So he didn’t think his friend would mind returning the favor now.

  Ryan stuffed reality into some far corner of his brain. In its place, he imagined himself bound to the sturdy metal frame of Ben’s home gym. Not with silk ties or soft restraints. No, in his mind he pictured coarse rope. Tied tight around his wrists, it would chafe, leaving lingering red marks he could smile over for days to come. He’d press them and savor the burn, knowing Ben’s show of possession hadn’t been some dumbass fantasy.

  Ben would stalk closer so that Ryan could smell the effort his best friend had made in honing his body into the most perfect version of his already phenomenal self that his striking Turkish genes would allow. Dark stubble would rasp over Ryan’s face as Ben rubbed against him, snarling and biting his lip so that he was forced to peer deep into those nearly golden eyes, which had the power to mesmerize him.

  “I figured I’d give you a close up view of the action, since you seemed so intent on spying on me,” Ben would goad with a gloating half-smirk that proved he knew just how impossible it would be for Ryan to look away from a sight as magnificent as him.

  His arrogance would heighten Ryan’s need, making his cock throb in his shorts.

  Though Ryan was tall, Ben was even more so. The crick in his neck from looking up would enhance his arousal. He shivered at the thought alone.

  His bare toes curled into the sheets as he shifted, placing his ankles at the corners of his mattress, envisioning himself spread for his roommate’s wicked pleasure. No matter what that might entail, he was game. Any way in which he could thrill the other man, and probably a couple extra Ben would never dare think of himself, would be just fine by him.

  Maybe Ben would leave him there, strung up on the equipment as he did endless crunches, push-ups, and squats. Oh God, squats. Taunting him with that perfect ass.

  Ryan swallowed hard.

  Only when Ben was good and ready—plenty sweaty, too—would he return. With his trademark grin, which lifted the left half of his sinful lips slightly higher than the right, he’d ask, “If I’m the one doing all the work here, why are you breathing so damn hard?”

  Because the hammering of Ryan’s heart demanded extra oxygen, that’s why. Even in his dreams, he didn’t dare admit that aloud, though.

  Instead, he’d yank at his bonds, impatient and riled.

  If the tugs resulted in additional abrasions to his wrists, well, wasn’t that a shame?

  In real life, one of his hands choked his cock hard enough to edge into discomfort. The other reached down and wrapped around his wrist, squeezing until he could drown himself in his bondage fantasy. If only he could swipe the length of rope he kept in his nightstand. Even he wasn’t bold enough to push that far with Ben so close. So he pressed harder. It would feel just like that.

  Fuck, yes.

  Immersed in his mental movie, he shifted, allowing his palms to roam so that one cupped his balls while the other began to stroke.

  Just a little. It wouldn’t take much to set him off with such vivid desires burning through his imagination, and he’d prefer to savor the waves of rapture, which finally reached into the cold spaces inside him and brought him alive.

  When Ben began to towel off in the room next door, Ryan bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sight. What if he had free rein to run his hands over that taut, glowing skin?

  To lick and bite and savor.

  He’d certainly make the most of it.

  Ryan remembered falling asleep next to Ben as members of the temporary harem Lily had constructed within Morselli’s dungeon. She’d protected them, sheltered them, as much as possible. Which was why he’d read more into Ben’s clean scent and the slightly awkward way they’d woken up cuddled together in their shared bed than had obviously been there.

  Especially in those circumstances, Ryan couldn’t fault his roommate for needing to form a simple human connection with anyone who happened to be handy. That was part of the reason he’d never called Ben out on mornings where he had pretended to sleep after he’d clearly awoken, as reluctant to break their connection as Ryan had been. Or maybe Ben had endured those blissful moments to give Ryan the only comfort he could in their captivity.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Ryan shook his head, refocusing on the apparition of fictional post-workout Ben instead of the ghosts of dungeons past.

  Right. Right. Tied to the home gym. Ogling Ben’s package and wishing like hell he could taste it.

  “Something interesting down there?” Ben would ask when he caught Ryan’s gaze locked on the front of his jersey shorts. His fingers would spear into Ryan’s slightly shaggy blond hair, gripping tight enough to have him panting all over again.

  “May I—?” he’d ask, his throat too dry at the mere thought to finish his request.

  “Are you asking for permission to speak, or permission to suck?” Ben cocked his head, then grinned, as if there were any true doubt.

  “That.” Ryan nodded, increasing the sting Ben’s grip imparted to his scalp, too fervent to be more specific.

  Ben chuckled, then cut him loose with the bone-handled pocketknife he always had handy. If the blade pricked Ryan’s skin, he wouldn’t complain one bit.

  Without wasting a single second, Ryan would drop to his knees and paw at Ben’s shorts, tugging them to the tops of his thighs. More than that was unnecessary for his purpose.

  In his fantasy, he nuzzled Ben’s heavy balls, licking them with the flat of his tongue a few times before swallowing his best friend’s cock inch by inch. His fingers du
g into Ben’s ass, drawing him closer. So close Ryan choked, but he didn’t give a fuck.

  A hum of approval and the tightening of the glutes in his hand were reward enough for the minor inconvenience. Who needed air anyway, when he could have this?

  What could be better?

  As they sometimes did, his waking dream shifted. Shari appeared, perched on the balance ball in the corner. Their mutual friend radiated approval as she beamed at the two of them, witnessing the power of the raw energy surging between them. In her most prim voice, she would ask, “Have I ever mentioned how much it turns me on to watch a man sucking another man’s dick?”

  Oh, fuck.

  Back in his bedroom, Ryan’s hips began to rock, jabbing upward to meet his hand when it plunged toward his body. His cock jabbed through his fist, long and proud.