4-Bound By Danger (13 page)

“Shit, sorry.” He ran a hand along the back of his neck. “The fucking job.”

“You know I’m the only one who understands. Come on back to bed and let me help.”

“I’m not up for it again. Let’s order dinner or something.”

“That’s cool—I just like spending time with you, Clint. Always have.”

Eventually, he’d have to tell Jack the truth. He owed him that. But how could he admit shit to Jack when he couldn’t even admit it to himself?

Still, when Jack left that night, Clint knew he’d never let the man back, for sex or anything. Jack had too much poison inside, and as much as it pained Clint to admit it, he was too far gone for anyone to save.

Clint had to concentrate on saving himself. Jace had been slowly yanking him back from the brink, text by text, even fight by fight. The harsh words from the boy were necessary. They’d made him angry, and he was a man who’d never had time for emotions, had pushed them down so often he was sure there were none left.

So yeah, pissed off was good. Jealous was also good. Calling Jace would be even better, if he knew where the boy was.

He didn’t want to text or talk to a messaging service. Instead, Clint wrapped a palm around his cock. He was hard all the time now, and he remembered what it had felt like to push inside Jace for the first time, how tight and hot the boy was. How eager.

If he concentrated, he could feel Jace’s nails scoring his back when Clint hit his prostate, the surprise of pain turning to pleasure so quickly, the moans ripping from his throat…

Clint was so involved, he nearly ignored the beep of the computer, letting him know someone was trying to Skype with him. But he pulled the computer from the night table, kept it angled at his face in case it was someone he didn’t want to see his cock.

Thankfully, it was. Jace came up on the computer screen. His hair was damp, like he’d just showered, and his cheeks were slightly flushed from the sun, the rest of his face tanned. It made his eyes almost glow, and fuck, just seeing him turned Clint on even more.

“Hey, I’m in a hotel till tomorrow,” Jace explained. “Nothing to do but sit around.”

Seeing Jace nearly made him come, but he held back, gritted his teeth and slowed his roll. Fucking himself watching Jace would be so much more satisfying.

“Glad you got in touch,” he managed.

“You sound out of breath. Working out?” Jace asked.

“In a manner of speaking.” Clint moved the screen’s angle. “I got bored just sitting around.”

A pause, and then, “Don’t you dare fucking come yet.”

Clint watched the blur as Jace stripped onscreen, and then the computer was moved to the bed, its placement giving Clint the maximum view up Jace’s body, cock to face.

And it was the boy’s face he was most interested in this time.

“Since when do you give the orders?” Clint asked, but his stroking slowed to allow Jace to catch up. Which he did, fast. In moments, Jace was moaning in a low near-growl that sent fire through Clint’s blood.

“God, Clint, it’s been too long without you.”

Jace could say things like that so easily, without a hint of self-consciousness.

Before this, Clint had always held back, scared of leading anyone on. Now, there was no chance of holding back, at least not during this session.

In seconds, Jace’s eyes had glazed with the hot lust Clint remembered like it was yesterday. As Clint’s fingers wrapped around his cock, his thumb flicked the tip.

Clint touched his tongue to the side of his lips, wished he could reach through the screen and lick him, take him in deep until Jace stiffened and came.

The boy always seemed so surprised when he came hard during their sex. Clint took pride in that.

“Clint, wish you were here,” Jace moaned. “Stroking my cock. Pretending it’s your hand on my skin.”

Staring at the boy like this far exceeded any porn he’d ever seen. Anyone would be lackluster next to the memory of Jace.

Clint looked down as he fisted his weeping cock. “I want you licking my cock. Sucking it. On your knees, looking up at me.”

His entire body shuddered as he spoke, remembering, and it was nearly impossible to hold back.

“I’m coming in your mouth, holding your head in place.” And then the Dom in him reared his head. “After that, I use heavy, leather-lined cuffs to hold you to the bed. Wrists first and then ankles, so you’re spread wide. You can’t move—and you love it.”

Jace had been silent to that point, but a surprised, sharp intake of breath coupled with a small groan told Clint everything he needed to know. Jace’s cheeks were flushed, but he liked the picture Clint painted. Now Clint wouldn’t let the boy tear his gaze away as he continued.

“You’re begging me to let you go, but I know you don’t want that. Your cock’s too hard, and when I tweak your nipples with my fingers, you nearly come off the bed. Or you would, if you could. I tell you that I want to spank you. Fuck you. Do anything I want to you and you can’t stop me. Would you let me?”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

“My cock’s inside you, and you’re so tight, baby. Chains are clinking while I ride you. You’re yelling so loud, like you did the first time I fucked you.”

“Clint, I—”

“Don’t you dare come yet. That happens when I say.”

“Okay.”

Clint smiled at the way Jace ground out the word and the frustrated furrow of his brow. “I might let you come when I’m fucking you. Or I might make you wait hours…or days.”

“Please…”

“You’ll let me turn you over my knee the very next time I see you? You’ll walk over to me, climb naked across my lap, bare-assed, and say, ‘Spank me, Clint’?”

There was a heated pause, and then Jace spoke, his voice heavy with lust, his blue eyes dark with desire. “You’re…serious.”

“Very.”

“Then yes,” Jace told him without a hint of hesitation.

“Good boy. Then come—now.”

He watched Jace’s orgasm, the visceral moans drifting over him like a caress as Clint shot on his stomach, the climax taking him completely over.

Chapter Fourteen

Two months after their Skype session, Jace walked into his house, his heart hammering. Clint was already there, on Jace’s couch, a small smile on his face, like he was enjoying all of Jace’s conflicting emotions. But there was true caring behind the smile, coupled with lust.

It helped, marginally. Jace was able to unfist his hands, rub his palms against the rough material of his jungle BDUs. He hadn’t even bothered to change when they’d gotten in, just debriefed, gotten a quick okay from the doc and driven home, his hands tight on the wheel, because he knew that no matter what day, what hour, Clint would be here waiting for him. Expecting Jace to make good on his promise, the fantasy that had kept him coming in his sleep for weeks.

You told him you’d do this.

Would Clint leave if Jace couldn’t? Jace couldn’t see that happening. But they’d been dancing around, getting to know each other for months, and while Jace had known about Clint’s kinkier side, he hadn’t known Clint could be so commanding. Demanding.

The intensity of the imminent spanking threatened to overwhelm him, and so he stripped his T-shirt, boots and BDUs off. He went to take his tags off but Clint shook his head no.

“I want to hear them jangle,” the man explained, and Jace felt his cheeks grow hot.

Put up or shut up time. And he had a feeling if he put up, the rewards would be huge.

“Trust me, baby,” was all Clint said, and Jace moved forward, Clint’s words from the phone call echoing in his mind.

You’ll let me turn you over my knee the very next time I see you? You’ll walk over to me, climb naked across my lap, bare-assed, and say, spank me, Clint?

Telling him without words that he did trust Clint, Jace climbed across the man’s lap, and Clint helped him settle in. Jace was vulnerable, exposed, and somehow it was exactly what he needed, and he didn’t get the chance to think about just how Clint knew that when the first smack landed hard on his left cheek.

The pause before the second one was the only one he got for what seemed a time measured only in writhing pleasure, hints of pain and the feeling that he was floating, yet he was still secure in the knowledge that Clint would be there to anchor him.

Clint hadn’t bothered with commands. Having Jace submit to his fantasy was enough. Waiting to see how responsive he was, the same way Jace had been in his fantasies nightly since the phone call.

His palm delivered a series of blows in no discernible pattern to anyone but him. Jace’s ass took on a blushing pink color and then went to bright red as the slaps became more intense. It had been a long time since he’d been with the same man over and over like this, and he knew Jace’s hot buttons already. But not all, and the thrill of discovering each and every one kept his cock hard against Jace’s belly as the boy cried out.

He could tell that Jace didn’t know if he wanted Clint to stop or not, and that confusion make Clint hold him harder, which in turn made Jace squirm more. Cry out. Curse. And fight like hell once he realized he was going to come from this.

And still Clint continued, calling Jace his sweet virgin baby, telling him how he was going to do this to him every single time he saw him. That maybe he’d take him to a BDSM club and do it in front of people.

When he said that, Jace went taut, and then his body writhed with the intensity of the orgasm.

Clint waited a long moment and then lifted Jace tenderly and cradled him against his chest. “Damn, Jace, you’re amazing.”

Jace’s reply was a soft, contented murmur as he nuzzled Clint harder.

“We’re going to have to do that a lot,” Clint continued as Jace moaned softly at the thought. “You need it. You want it—and I want to do it for you.”

“Jesus, Clint, you’re killing me.”

“You look cute when you blush,” he told Jace, who got angry and in turn blushed harder. “Don’t fight me—it’s easier to let me have my way with you.”

“What else do you want to do to me?” Jace asked, and Clint smiled. “That’s a wicked look you’ve got going on.”

“Just remember, you’re the one who asked for it.”

“It was merely a conversation starter.”

“Consider it started. Now I’m going to finish it.”

Chapter Fifteen

Rex continued to push him. With every phone call, Sawyer felt his boundaries stretch until he was a taut, turned-on bundle of nerves.

Sex for him had always been good. He’d had regular girlfriends throughout high school and beyond. But
h
e’d been the one in control, a position he generally relished, and he was decidedly uncomfortable and needy all at once in his new role.

By the end of every call, he was hanging on by a thread, waiting for Rex to push him into doing something in person instead of with the phone between them. But Rex never did.

“Is Jace all right?” Rex asked him, right before he hung up. “With Clint, I mean.”

“Yeah, I think things are all right. Did you know him from when he was in Delta?”

“We did a couple of joint missions together when he was in Delta,” Rex explained. “A few after he got out, too.”

Sawyer assumed he was talking about black ops. He knew Rex had a history of coming back from seemingly impossible missions.

“So yeah, the Army and from the clubs.”

“Clubs?”

“We were both Doms.”

Sawyer almost choked on his tongue, but he tried to play it cool. “Clint was a Dom?”

“He was never full time, but he was more hardcore than I was.” There was laughter in Rex’s voice, like he knew he’d shocked Sawyer some. “You can ask questions about it, you know.”

Since Rex couldn’t see the hot flush on his face, Sawyer did. “So you had subs and everything?”

“At one point, I saw some people regularly, yes. Does that bother you?”

“No, the opposite,” Sawyer admitted, and Rex laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind brushing up on some of my skills, then.”

His words made Sawyer shiver. “I wouldn’t mind that. If you want.”

“Oh, I want. You have no idea how badly I want. It’ll give me something nice to dream about. Get some sleep, boy.”

Sawyer could barely get out “good night,” and when Rex hung up, Sawyer realized that there was no one he’d ever wanted more.

Rex had been a bigger bear than usual while Sawyer had been away, and he’d only gotten worse when Sawyer arrived back, and holy fuck, was Jace the only one who could see the sexual tension between the two of them? Or was it only because he knew Sawyer’s feelings—or because Jace was now so caught up in trying to decipher his own?

Now, in the freezing cold surf, the team furiously fought to not get dragged under or freeze to death after half the team had not made time on their earlier run. Sawyer had improved his time dramatically—which was something, considering he’d already been the fastest—and still Rex singled him out.

And he knew they’d all pay during training.