2-Bound By Law (22 page)

“You’re that sure?” Styx wanted to believe the younger man so badly he ached.

“I’m as sure of that as you are that I’m nothing like mine.”

That was a fact. Paulo’s father was a sick bigot and Styx had run into a lot of men like that in his time. Paulo was hard-edged, a damned good detective according to both his records and his actions when Law and Styx were in danger. “Thanks, Paulo.”

He looked up then, saw Law watching them both from the doorway, a small smile on his face.

“That’s a nice picture.” His voice was husky, his chest and feet bare, his jeans unbuttoned and his cock hard, as outlined by the soft, worn denim.

Paulo didn’t stop his massage, which had turned into more of a caress along his shoulders and Styx leaned back against him, his head against Paulo’s thigh so he could jerk himself.

He heard Paulo’s breath quicken and Law’s mouth opened a little. He unzipped his jeans and pushed so they fell to the ground, stepped out of them and into the tub with Styx. Pushed his hand away from his cock.

“Open me up,” Law murmured. Paulo shifted, came back with lube for Styx’s fingers and he played with Law’s ass as Law straddled him, the water making the lube dissipate a little.

Law groaned, leaned over Styx’s shoulder to kiss Paulo, and then Paulo nipped Styx’s ear while Law moved to kiss him.

“Yeah, that’s it—fuck me with your hand,” Law urged, moved up and down as Styx slid a third finger inside and just watched Law enjoying himself. Paulo’s erection pressed to his upper back, and they’d take care of that in a bit. Right now, he needed to be inside Law, maneuvered the man so Law began to take Styx inside.

The men thrashed together, Law holding him tight and fucking himself on Styx’s cock, and all Styx could do was let Law have his way. He stroked Law’s cock between them and his own balls tightened and he came seconds after Law’s orgasm, and Law pulled back, his breath coming fast, and he smiled.

Water had sloshed all over the floor. Paulo threw down towels as the men got out of the tub and then Styx carried him gently and walked with him to the bedroom. Law was right behind him and both men pressed their wet bodies tenderly along Paulo’s, making him slippery—and happy—between them.

Chapter Seventeen

After the men cleaned up, Styx cooked them dinner and they sat around the table, eating pasta with the football game on mute in the background. They were all half dressed and each kept a gun close and the whole scene was so incongruous that Styx would’ve laughed if their situation hadn’t been so serious.

He would have to leave them soon—his chest ached at the thought of it. He dropped his fork and pushed away to look out the window. The men had stilled behind him.

“It’s too dangerous for you,” Paulo said, and yeah, he should’ve known they were on to him.

“I can’t think of any other way,” Styx replied.

“Me,” Paulo shot back. “Let me.”

Both Law and Styx said no at the same time, and it was Law’s turn to rise from the table.

“It’s my turn. Tomcat agrees.”

“Tomcat agrees?” Styx asked, and fuck, he would kill his partner.

“Yes. We have a plan,” Law said, and even Paulo was looking at Law strangely.

“When the hell did you talk to him?” Paulo demanded and then shook his head as Law motioned toward the bathroom.

“Suddenly, you can do what the CIA couldn’t for all these years?” Styx pointed out. “Are you some sort of miracle worker?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” Law looked between Paulo and Styx.

Neither man could deny what Law had done for them. But Styx tugged on Law’s arm. “If something happened to you…”

“If something happened to either of you, I’d never fucking forgive myself,” Law countered. “Look, Tomcat has my back. Your father already has me in his sights. He won’t expect that I’ll be fighting back. But I have to this time. And you both have to let me.”

“When?” Paulo asked quietly.

“Another week. Tomcat’s got intel that Styx’s father will be back in the country by then. He’s letting everything die down and he’s been doing some recruiting,” Law said, and Styx nodded.

“Only he doesn’t realize that two of the men he’s hired are CIA agents. Of course, he’s refused to meet with them in person—this is all done through an intermediary. He’s too damned smart and suspicious.”

Paulo looked between the men. “I want to know the entire plan. If I can’t go in with you, I still want to be there—to be close.”

Neither man argued, and Styx sat next to him, and Law began to talk through the specifics. As the plan began to unfold, Styx actually started to believe there could be a light at the end of the tunnel.

And afterwards? Would he be able to stay with the two men? Would they want him?

“Suppose I never get my memory back?” he asked suddenly, interrupting Law.

“Suppose you don’t?” Law asked. “What would it change?”

“Nothing,” Paulo said quietly, with Law nodding in agreement.

“You’re not your father, Styx. I don’t care what biology says. You’re no more like him than I’m like mine,” Law told him, and with that, Styx let Law finish detailing out their next moves.

The week passed faster than Paulo wanted it to. He’d been clinging to every goddamned second rather than focus on the worry he felt for the two men, both of whom would be part of the plan.

He still wasn’t strong enough to help, and he was able to admit that he’d be more of a hindrance than an asset. But none of it sat well with him, and both Law and Styx knew it.

“Tomorrow,” Styx had confirmed earlier when Paulo caught him packing. Paulo had nodded, turned away and caught sight of himself in the mirror. His eyes were shaded with circles from lack of sleep, and although his pain had lessened considerably, none of them had been sleeping well.

Tomcat had been putting out a trail of breadcrumbs for Styx’s father and the men who worked for him… By tomorrow, the plan would be fully operational.

They would catch him this time. There was no other option.

Both Law and Styx had been working out with the weight bench—had been running on the treadmill to keep limber. But now, Paulo found them sitting on the couch, watching porn.

“Like we don’t have enough real-life examples?” Paulo grumbled but he didn’t turn away. Couldn’t. Not when the younger boy on the screen was being fucked by two men. He sat forward to watched, aware that his own cock throbbed as the man went limp and the two men who surrounded him looked like they were in heaven.

He was well aware that he’d held his breath through the entire scene. If the two men weren’t here with him, he’d no doubt rewind that section and jerk off to it…and he was thinking of doing so even with them here.

From the looks of the two men on the couch, he didn’t think they’d mind. “That was hot.”

Law settled his gaze on him. “You were there the night it happened at the club.”

Paulo nodded. It had been intense, a special presentation set up by two Doms and the sub they shared. They’d been so gentle to him—and rough at the same time, and Paulo remembered thinking he was going to come in his pants. “I didn’t see you there,” he said to Law.

“I was in the back, watching on camera.” Law cleared his throat and smiled, and Styx laughed as he tugged Paulo closer. His hand ran over the bulge in his jeans as he stared up into Paulo’s face.

“What do you think?” he asked, and Paulo’s entire body overheated at those words.

“You guys are really thinking…both? With me?”

Law nodded, and holy shit, this could happen. Every time they pushed him past another self-imposed boundary, he thought he’d hit his last one. But this…what they were suggesting…

Shit. He sat on the edge of the couch, feeling the same lightheadedness he had when they’d first mentioned spanking to him. That was nothing compared to double penetration and still, his cock was hard. The flesh was more than willing.

“You don’t have to, baby,” Styx told him and Law echoed the sentiment.

The men were leaving him behind tomorrow—not literally, of course. Paulo would be as close to the mission as he could be, guarded by CIA agents. But it wouldn’t be the same.

They had tonight, and after this, who knew if this spell—this bond—would somehow collapse under the weight of the real world.

“I want to,” he heard himself say. He stood, stripped his shirt, and started unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as he walked to the bedroom. He shook them off once he got close to the bed. The men had followed him inside, both of them stripping as well, and the room was warm… The heated need so palpable Paulo felt like he could swim through its thickness.

He forced himself to breathe. These men would take care of him. He was sure of it.

“If you need us to stop, use the word
red
, okay?” Law told him and Paulo nodded. Because yes, sometimes stop didn’t mean stop during BDSM play—he’d told Styx to stop spanking him even though what he’d really wanted was to be smacked harder and longer.

A long, labored breath escaped him when Styx touched his ass, spread his cheeks and inserted a lubed finger inside, penetrating him with two then three after several minutes.

He tried to imagine what it would feel like to have both men inside him, stretching him to beyond the point of being filled. It would hurt…but from everything he’d seen firsthand, the bottom enjoyed himself.

“You sure you want this?” Law asked.

Both continued to push him past any limits he thought he had, and it only made him want more—from them and from himself. “Yeah. I want it.”

Styx responded by sliding a fourth finger inside of Paulo, twisting his hand and making Paulo gasp and squirm against Law, Paulo’s hands on the man’s shoulders. “Gonna look so hot with both of us fucking you,” Law told him.

He came on the spot, shot on his stomach and his chin, heard Styx murmur, “Holy fuck,” from behind him. Law kissed him, and Paulo was still hard. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this turned on his life.

Styx moved away from him while he clung to Law, who kissed his neck, rubbed his back. And when Styx returned, he had a high chair with a back from the kitchen that he put against the wall. He held Paulo upright while Law got comfortable in the chair, sitting with his legs spread, cock jutting, and then Styx helped position Paulo so he was straddling Law face-to-face.

For a long moment, Paulo paused, and then he slid down on Law’s cock, realized how locked in he’d be in this position, with Styx holding him down as he stood behind him.

He waited then, and both men simply remained still as if sensing the sudden panic and waiting until he worked through it. His ass adjusted to Law’s girth slowly as Styx rubbed his shoulders and Law played with his nipples. His cock dripped precome and his chest was still sticky from coming, but then he heard himself say, “Go ahead,” in a voice that didn’t sound like his.

He hadn’t expected Law’s hips to buck up but the motion made him groan and curse at the same time and he forgot his fear for that moment, rocked against him and they were fucking, hard and fast, moaning.

And then Styx’s finger slid inside him along Law’s cock, and both Paulo and Law stiffened and groaned at the tightening sensation. When Law started rocking his hips up again, Styx added a second finger and the pressure—and the pleasure—was becoming more intense.

When he added the third, Paulo stopped moving, heard his breath harshen.

“S’okay, baby…you’re doing great. You should see how fucking hot you look,” Law told him.

“Maybe we should tape this,” Styx added and even though Paulo knew they wouldn’t, the thought that it could happen was enough to make another moan escape. “Ah, he likes that, the thought of us showing him off.”

“We could put him on display—find a club around here who wants to put on a live show,” Law added and Paulo shook his head no. “Baby, you’ve got no say right now.”

Law’s words shot through him like an orgasm, just as Styx’s fingers left him and the head of his cock touched his hole.

Paulo sagged against Law. “Can’t.”

“You can do it, baby.” Law stroked Paulo’s hair. He was covered in a fine sweat from nerves from the enormity of what he was allowing them to do to him, and he felt like he’d come again the second Styx began to penetrate.

“Hold it together,” Styx told him softly, because he knew. He was so close to Paulo, rubbing his shoulders with one hand, the other was fingering his ass around Law’s cock, widening the hole for easier access.

When Styx pushed the head of his cock inside, all three men stilled and the only sound in the room was the harsh breathing, mainly from Paulo. He clutched at Law’s shoulders, and before he could struggle away and hurt himself, Styx tightened his grip and pushed in farther with a long, slow slide.

“Halfway.”

“God…please…” Paulo breathed, and it was more likely
God no
, but he wasn’t saying that, seemed nearly incoherent and soon that would be with all pleasure. But Styx wasn’t stopping, didn’t until he was balls-deep inside Paulo, his cock rubbing Law’s, and holy motherfucker, Paulo heard the keening groan escape his throat.

Law was breathing fast, his eyes wide, his hands on Paulo, caressing him. And then Styx began to pump his hips gently, rocking Paulo, and Law didn’t move—couldn’t—was as trapped as Paulo was by the sensations and the tightness and the fact that his cock was rubbing against Styx’s.

When Paulo came, it was hard—almost painful—but the most vibrant orgasm he’d ever had. He saw spots in front of his eyes, closed them as the contractions milked his dick, spilling his come on his stomach and Law’s. He was aware the two men were both moaning as his contractions were tightening around both their cocks.

He felt the men come through the condoms. Law started first and Styx soon after, and it was almost like bareback, the sensations were so close to the surface. It was like he was drowning, his head down on Law’s shoulders, his body boneless.

Styx pulled out slowly and Law remained inside of him to allow his ass to adjust. It would hurt too much if he didn’t, and neither Law nor Paulo looked like they were in any shape to move.

Styx went to the bathroom, cleaned himself off and came back with a few wet washcloths and dry towels and then grabbed the sodas he’d left by the bedside.