Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6

by Jayne Rylon

  This was how they fit together.

  Perfectly.

  Without speaking, Shari pointed to herself, then Ryan’s face. Ben nodded. When she straddled Ryan’s head, facing his feet so that she could see everything Ben was about to do to their man, Ryan moaned.

  “I can smell you, Shari. Please let me eat you. Sit on my face and use my mouth to get off. Please.”

  It was a good thing Ben hadn’t planned to torture them with denial tonight. There was no way she could resist when Ryan begged so prettily. He meant every word too. It wasn’t something he said because he knew it turned them on. He was honestly expressing his desires.

  They just so happened to be Ben’s as well. Shari’s too, judging by the sublime look in her eyes as she settled on Ryan, leaning forward and planting her hands on his abdomen as she situated herself precisely where it felt best then began to fuck his face.

  Ben had to join them then. His balls ached with the need for release despite having bent Shari over his desk in the office earlier that afternoon and the spectacular blowjob Ryan had given him in the woods after their run that morning.

  It didn’t matter how many times he came in them, he always wanted more of that rush.

  Restless, Ryan tugged at his new bonds. They didn’t relent. He was well and truly caught.

  Theirs. To do with whatever they pleased.

  Ben tickled the sole of Ryan’s foot to prove his point. The man jerked, yet couldn’t evade the contact. He cried out. With a sharp slap to his inner thigh, Ben silenced him. “Quiet.”

  Ryan obeyed, though his chest heaved and his cock twitched on his abdomen, spreading glistening pre-come across those lean muscles. Shari reached out, her fingers hovering above Ryan’s dick as she looked to Ben for permission.

  He nodded again.

  When her fingers wrapped around Ryan’s shaft, he must have increased whatever wonderful techniques his talented lips and tongue were applying to Shari’s pussy. Her eyes fluttered shut as she worked Ryan’s cock gently. Too slowly to end their fun so soon.

  “You’re such a good girl,” Ben crooned to her as he climbed onto the bed and kissed her. “So generous. There’s no need for you to wait for us. If he’s doing a good job eating that pretty pussy, come on his face. Show him how much you love what he’s doing. As often as you want, okay?”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, then craned her neck, requesting a kiss.

  Ben obliged. He felt the moment she stiffened, and her mouth paused its motions on his. Her moan filled his mouth and his mind.

  A sound he’d never get tired of hearing.

  When she’d finished coming and focused on rebuilding her semi-slaked desire, Ben couldn’t wait any longer to get in on the fun. He ran his hands along Ryan’s displayed body, absorbing the man’s groans and the way he tried to lean in to the touches.

  Then Ben coated his cock with lube and took his place between Ryan’s spread thighs.

  He cursed when Ryan’s ass kissed the head of his cock, trying to draw him inside already. Eager and unbelievably tight, he was temptation incarnate.

  They didn’t help his stamina any when Shari sat up straighter so she could reclaim his mouth as he advanced within Ryan. They made out, with her hand pumping Ryan’s erection, while he stuffed Ryan full of his own stiff cock.

  They both knew his responses well enough by now that when he began to rock his hips and his cock took on a purplish hue, Shari let go.

  Ryan’s ass eased its clamp on Ben’s cock a tiny bit, allowing him to tunnel deeper. Though Ben didn’t increase his pace, he extended his strokes, pulling nearly all the way out before burying himself balls-deep in his partner with his relentless fucking.

  It was only fair that he tormented himself as much as Ryan with the slow, steady thrusts.

  Observing their restraint and enjoyment, Shari came again, showering Ryan with her arousal. He never once stopped manipulating her flesh with his mouth, his chin bobbing and throat flexing as he swallowed every bit of her pleasure.

  When she recovered, she took up where she left off, bringing Ryan back to the edge with her soft hands on his hard-on. Eventually, Shari stared into Ben’s eyes as they made out, then backed away enough to say, “I can’t hold myself up anymore.”

  Her thighs were trembling around Ryan’s face.

  “Lay back,” Ben ordered, and she did. Reclining against the pile of pillows, she rubbed Ryan’s jaw and told him how well he’d done.

  While she cared for Ryan, Ben unhooked all four of his cuffs, leaving the carabineers dangling from the head and footboards. A permanent reminder of their interludes.

  He didn’t give Ryan much of a reprieve, though. “Roll over, boy.”

  Despite any aches in his muscles, he did, gracefully. Ben had his legs reshackled in seconds.

  Then he wrapped his hands around Ryan’s trim waist and lifted so he rose to his hands. Though he didn’t reconnect the cuffs on his wrists to the headboard, he left them decorating Ryan’s arms. They looked right there. Like they belonged.

  Because they did.

  “Let me know when you’re ready for your intermission to be over,” he told Shari before climbing back onto the bed and smacking Ryan’s bubble butt a few times, because he could. “Until then, I’m going to take this boy for one hell of a ride.”

  Hopefully Shari would get so horny watching them that she’d want in on the action before he lost control and pumped Ryan’s ass full of come.

  With that end game in mind, he took his cock in hand and pressed it back into Ryan’s hot hole with a groan. He leaned forward enough that he could bite the side of Ryan’s neck as he fucked. “That’s right, boy, push back against me. Show me how much you love my dick in your ass.”

  He talked dirty to Ryan while he ramped up the pounding of his hips until his pelvis slapped Ryan’s bottom with every lunge. When he began to push the man forward, he reached out and took hold of Ryan’s hair in his fist, arching his neck and spine as he pulled back, using the grip to anchor Ryan against his hammering.

  When he met Shari’s glance, her entire face was flushed, her lips parted, and her hands had wandered to her breasts. Oh yeah, it was almost time.

  “Let him suck your tits,” Ben rasped.

  Shari scurried to do his bidding. She positioned herself so Ryan could latch onto her and suckle as Ben continued to ride him from behind.

  Just to make sure he was sufficiently rewarded, Ben leaned down and cupped Ryan’s rigid cock. He let his fingers form a loose fist around Ryan’s hard-on. Every time he bottomed out in Ry’s ass, the other man pushed forward, through his fingers.

  Before long, Shari said, “Ben, I’m ready. I want in on this. Let him fuck me, please. Give me his cock so I can come all over it.”

  Ryan moaned his agreement.

  Who was he to argue?

  “Slide under him,” he told Shari.

  She did as he told, scooting between Ryan’s arms so she lay face up on the bed beneath him. Then she wrapped her arms around Ryan’s neck and tugged while Ben sank lower, bearing Ryan down to the mattress, and Shari, in the process.

  Since his hand was already in place, he used it to align his lovers. They both moaned when Ryan’s cock hit its mark and began to drill into Shari’s pussy.

  Ben knew Ryan would try his best to resist so they could take as much rapture from his body as possible, but the truth was they were on borrowed time now.

  Linked, nothing had ever felt as good as this.

  “You in there?” Ben growled.

  “Yes, sir,” Ryan gasped.

  “Every bit of that hard-on?” he double checked.

  “Fuck, yes.” This time it was Shari who responded. “It feels so good having that long, thick shaft in me. I love your cock, Ryan.”

  He jerked at that.

  “I love all of you,” Ben promised him. “Both of you.”

  Then he began to fuck in earnest.

  He loved knowing that as he slammed into Ryan, the m
otion would transfer to Shari. He used Ryan’s body to fuck her. No complaints from them either.

  Shari’s hands came up to hug him as best she could before allowing them to slip lower and her nails to rake Ryan’s exposed shoulders. He responded by kissing her. Ben adored watching their tongues parrying while he rode them both.

  When her breathing turned to panting and her moans escalated to whines, he knew they were about to reach the pinnacle together.

  “Who’s with me?” he asked.

  “Me,” Shari answered.

  “Me too. Always,” Ryan grunted. “I’m going to come. Please let me.”

  Ben gripped Ryan’s hips and frantically drove into him, finally allowing himself to fuck unconstrained. When Ryan climaxed, he would wring the come straight out of Ben’s dick as he always did. “Yes.”

  He sealed their fates with that one word.

  Ryan buried his face in the crook of Shari’s neck and allowed his unimaginable control to unravel. He began to flood their woman. Every pump of come that left him made his ass squeeze Ben’s cock impossibly tighter. Ben fought to penetrate the stubborn muscles as he too began to shoot.

  Shari turned her head into the pillow to muffle her scream. She writhed on the bed, joining them in ecstasy.

  It seemed as if their orgasms lasted forever, each one delivering more pleasure to their partners. Eventually the ecstasy faded and a bone-deep satisfaction replaced it.

  Ben withdrew, watching his come trickle from Ryan’s ass and down his sac with a possessive thrill coursing through him. He tended to the wrecked man, unhooking him and cleaning him before allowing Ryan to do the same for Shari.

  Finally, they snuggled together in Shari’s bed, with her in the center, where she preferred to sleep between them. He realized they were forming a routine, and couldn’t be happier.

  Their new normal was the one he wanted to keep for the rest of his life.

  He could grow old and die content, just like this.

  28

  Shari smiled as their whole gang packed a waiting room at St. Ann’s Hospital yet again…this time for much happier reasons than usual. Well, Jambrea, who was in hour twenty of labor, might not exactly agree with that assessment. Lacey was also missing, since she was assisting in the delivery.

  When the exterior door opened and a man in a dark trench coat entered, Shari’s stomach flip-flopped. Everything from his short, slicked-back hair, to his dark sunglasses, to his non-descript yet expensive clothes reminded her of men who had visited her brother at their compound, when it had still been more fortress than resort.

  Whoever he was, he clearly belonged to an elite, well-funded organization. Friend or foe? Military or civilian? That, she couldn’t say. Frankly, she hoped he kept right on walking. They’d had enough of that kind of shit to last a lifetime. Boring, that’s what she wanted.

  He glanced discreetly around the room, then strode to her with enough purpose that JRad and Mason stepped closer, about the same time Ben and Ryan angled themselves in front of her.

  “Ms. Shari David?” he asked, though he obviously already knew who she was.

  Which put her at a severe disadvantage.

  “Who wants to know?” Ben demanded.

  “I’m a representative of the Banks Fund,” he replied, as if they should know what that meant.

  “Oh!” Izzy hopped up from where she’d been keeping Ezra and Julie entertained at a low table with a wooden train set on top of it.

  “Sweetheart, you know this guy?” Razor asked his wife.

  “Not exactly,” she responded. “But I grew up with Archer Banks.”

  “You must be Isabella.” The man smiled at her and extended a black leather-gloved hand. “So nice to meet you. Your family is lovely. Archer sends his congratulations.”

  “Likewise. I’m so proud of what he’s accomplishing.” She held herself more formally, as if etiquette instinctively threw her back to her socialite days. It was easy for Shari to forget sometimes where they’d each come from. The only thing that mattered was that they’d ended up here, together, as if they’d been intended to find each other from the start. “If you’re here, does that mean…?”

  The man nodded once, then returned his attention to Shari, Ben, and Ryan. Specifically, he stared down at the two-piece set Shari wore on her left ring finger. “That’s very beautiful. Unique.”

  “Thank you.” She didn’t plan to pretend it was anything other than a pair of precious promises, given to her by the loves of her life. “My men gave them to me to symbolize our partnership.”

  “I see. I believe this is my favorite delivery yet.” The man cracked the hint of a smile. “I’m honored to give you this on behalf of the Banks Fund.”

  From his breast pocket, he withdrew an ornately embossed envelope which didn’t have a single dinged corner or smudged bit on the parchment. He presented it to her with the front facing her, so she could clearly make out her own name, Ben’s, and Ryan’s in astonishing handwriting that probably took a skilled calligrapher hours to perfect.

  “I, uh, thank you?” Shari wasn’t sure how to respond.

  “You are so very welcome.” As soon as she accepted the envelope, the man turned to leave. He was out the door before she could think of what to ask him next. Right before he stepped out into the chilly afternoon, he gave Izzy a subtle tip of his head, then left without another word.

  “What. The. Fu—”

  “Fudge.” Jeremy cut off Special Agent Salinas, who had officially accepted his new job with the OSPD, before he could owe the kids more money for the curse jar.

  Everyone turned to stare at Izzy.

  She gave them a coy shrug. “It’s a good thing, I promise. Go ahead. Open it.”

  Shari looked up at her guys. “Do you know about this?”

  “No clue.” Ben eyed the envelope suspiciously while Ryan shrugged, shaking his head.

  The stationery was so thick it might as well have been cardstock. It felt extravagant between her fingers. With the utmost care, she slid her finger beneath the flap in the back, sad to break the royal blue wax seal with an ornate D stamped into it.

  Odd for something from the Banks Foundation, wasn’t it? Why not a B?

  She didn’t have long to wonder.

  From within the gold foil lined envelope, she withdrew what turned out to be an invitation.

  “What is it?” Ellie wondered from where she perched on Lucas’s lap.

  Shari read it aloud, hardly able to form the sentences when they seemed so surreal. “‘You and the guests listed below have been selected for an all-expenses-paid luxury cruise on Archer Banks’ mega-yacht, the Divemaster. We would like to thank you for your courageousness in maintaining the home front for some of the bravest men and women to have served our country. In addition, we would like to show our appreciation of the valor you and your friends, who have each made major contributions to your community in their own ways, have demonstrated. It is our hope that by offering you and your life partners the chance to celebrate a commitment ceremony at sea, in whatever location you select in the world, some of your selfless actions will be rewarded. Nothing would please us more than if happy memories could replace a few of the dark ones we understand each of you carry.

  “‘Please contact us at your earliest convenience to arrange the dates that work best for you and your party so we can schedule our private jet to pick you up and transport you to the Divemaster. A month of leave for each of the Men in Blue members has been prearranged and secured with a generous donation from the Banks Foundation. These funds will be used for the expansion of the technology department of the OSPD and significant raises for each man and woman employed there who is included in this missive. We’re sure you will have many questions, which we are glad to answer. We look forward to welcoming you aboard! Sincerely, Banks, and the Divemasters.’”

  By the signature line, her mouth had gone dry and her hands were trembling so hard she thought she might drop the beautiful letter.
r />   “Is this for real?” Shari looked to Izzy, blinking rapidly.

  Her friend nodded, too emotional to speak.

  Tyler did it for her. “Damn, that’s like getting a golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s factory. But better. I heard about this on the news. They’ve been sending these things out to notable people across the world. Who would have thought we counted?”

  “I can’t believe it.” Detective Tran, who’d stopped by for a bit to add her support, said, “You guys are so lucky! And the department! So much good can be done as a result of that funding. This is amazing. Congratulations.”

  “Raya,” Shari said softly. “You’re coming too.”

  “What?” For the first time since they’d started hanging out with her following the kidnapping, she forgot to wear her stone-cold bitch face. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Nope. Gregory’s also on the list. You all are.”

  “Hell, yes!” The Special Agent broke decorum to shout.

  Julie looked up from the train set only long enough to shake her finger at him. “That’ll be a quarter, please.”

  Razor whooped, then said, “Bathing suits are optional in international waters, right?”

  “Your cheeks are too white for skinny dipping.” Lily gave them a solid spank.

  Lucas spun Ellie around, while Shari watched Ben and Ryan share a deep kiss before turning toward her. “I guess we’re getting hitched.”

  She bounced up and down. “I’m finally going to see the ocean! Tropical blue water, palm trees, and a romantic destination wedding with our friends. It’s a dream come true. You guys are my dream come true.”

  “All I need is for you two to be happy,” Ben said softly to her and Ryan before hugging them both so tight they almost merged into one person.

  They would have continued their celebrations, except just then Clint burst through the door. “They’re here. Come quick. We want you to meet our kids before Jambrea uses up the favors the other nurses owe her.”

  “Uncle Clint! Don’t mess around. Are they girls?” Julie demanded as she ran to his side and grabbed his hand.