Bound to Them (2 page)

Damn, he’d been so young back then. And stupid. The luckiest
day of his life was the day he’d walked into their apartment and discovered her
fucking their accountant.

And so he’d decided to keep his needs hidden from his family
and friends. No one knew about his trips to the club except Kincaid. And now
Nash. And the only reason Nash knew was because he’d recognized him. Even
behind the mask.

Quinn had no intention of getting involved with someone
again.

So why couldn’t he stay away from Nash? Nash was the
opposite of what Quinn should want. A Dom. Firmly into the lifestyle. A man.

Quinn should leave and keep on running.

Instead he opened his door and stepped out into the parking
lot. Walking swiftly, he headed toward Nash’s motel room.

Nash surfed through TV channels. As usual there was nothing
on. He glanced up at the knock on his door, his whole body stiffening. Closing
his eyes, he sighed, knowing who it was. Nash had known he would come. That’s
why he was still awake at 2:00 a.m.

Another knock.

Ignore it. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll ignore
him.

Only Nash wasn’t one to make the sensible choice. Standing,
he turned off the TV and opened the door.

Quinn stood frowning in the doorway. “Did you check who it
was first?”

For God’s sake.

Nash let out a deep breath, stepping back as Quinn brushed
past. Quinn stood a few inches shorter than Nash’s own six foot three, but he
was built. Really built. With muscles that just didn’t quit. Nash’s mouth
watered at the sight and he swallowed, attempting to tamp down his desire.

“Don’t lecture me, Quinn. I’m not your sub.”

He knew Quinn jumping on him was his way of showing he
cared. Overprotective was almost too mild a description for the other man. Nash
felt a pang of sympathy for Quinn’s younger sister Kayla. Must have been hell
trying to date as a teenager with an older brother like this one.

Quinn narrowed his gaze yet remained silent.

“What are you doing here?” Nash flopped back on the bed and
turned the TV on again. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Quinn stared
at him, eyes wide with surprise. Nash understood his confusion—this wasn’t
their normal pattern. Quinn usually walked in, they’d fuck, then he’d leave
again.

Christ, what had he been thinking? He’d been letting this
man use him as a fuck buddy, waiting around pathetically for him to…what? Come
to his senses and declare his undying love? Nash almost snorted. No more. He
was leaving. He’d already packed his bags and hidden them in the wardrobe.

He should kick Quinn out, gain back some self-respect.

Except he wanted this. He wanted one last fuck. His dick
throbbed at the thought, already thick and hard. That didn’t mean he intended
to make this easy on Quinn.
Not this time, buddy.

“I, well, I…” Quinn straightened his shoulders. “You look
like shit.”

“Why do you care?” Nash kept his emotions under wrap through
sheer force of will. His gut clenched, heavy with nerves and tension. This was
it. This was crunch point.

Go on, tell me you care about me. Tell me I’m more than a
fuck buddy to you. Give me something, damn you.

Quinn gaped at him, clearly pushed off-center.

“You’re my brother-in-law’s best friend.” Quinn crossed his
arms over his magnificent chest. He’d closed himself off, his emotions buried
deep. Not surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising.

Nash snorted. “You’re a piece of work,” he snarled,
switching the TV off again. It was a distraction he didn’t need. “Don’t
bullshit me. Just tell me why you’re really here.”

Quinn’s nostrils flared.

Good, get angry. Show me you feel something, damn you.
It’s not fair that I’m the only one who’s an emotional wreck.

“Go on, say it. Say you came here to fuck me. Say the words,
Quinn,” Nash prodded him, wanting a reaction.

“Damn you,” Quinn swore and, grabbing him, pulled him up,
then kissed him harshly. His lips were brutal. Angry. Rough. Nash tore at
Quinn’s clothes, stripping him hastily, his hands shaking with need. He grabbed
the other man’s wide dick, squeezing. Quinn groaned.

“Say it. Say you want me. Need me.” Nash didn’t know why
hearing the words was so important. He planned to leave, so why did he care?

Yet he did. He wanted the words.

Using his other hand, he massaged Quinn’s firm, smooth balls.
Quinn grabbed at his shoulders as he flung his head back. Leaning down, Nash
bit his chest.

“Shit.” Quinn pushed Nash back without warning. Nash hit the
bed with a thump. Before he could react, Quinn climbed over him, smashing his
mouth against his. He grasped Nash’s head between his hands as he ground
against him.

Violent. Rough. Hot.

Quinn bit down. Nash tasted blood. If anything, it rocketed
his need higher. Rolling, Nash forced Quinn beneath him. Sweat coated their
skin as he rubbed his cock against Quinn’s. He shuddered with pleasure as Quinn
groaned. Dropping his head, he scraped his teeth over Quinn’s nipple.

“Christ, Nash.” Quinn’s voice was raw. Hungry.

Reaching over, Nash grabbed a condom and lube from the
bedside drawer. Kneeling, he fitted himself with the condom before slathering
lube over his throbbing cock. Quinn looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Roll over,” Nash demanded, not entirely sure the other man
would obey. Quinn was used to giving the orders, not taking them.

Quinn watched him, his amber eyes bright. Nash clenched his
hands, waiting. Finally Quinn moved onto his stomach. Nash stared down at his
firm backside, his muscular thighs, and shook with the need to take him.

He ran his hand over Quinn’s ass. Pulling the cheeks apart,
he pressed his thumb against the small, puckered hole. Quinn’s low moan filled
the room. Nash’s cock twitched, longing for the tight feel of Quinn’s ass
massaging him, heating him.

“Damn, I want you. And it’s like the more I have you, the
greater the need for you grows.” He leaned over the other man, resting his
weight on him. His skin burned where it touched Quinn’s, searing his nerve
endings and sending him into a seemingly never-ending spiral of need.

“Say you want me to fuck you,” he whispered as he pressed
his dick between Quinn’s butt cheeks. “Say the words, Quinn.” Slowly he entered
him. Every nerve ending came to life, singing in pleasure as he pushed his way
inside Quinn’s tight hole. Quinn’s breaths came in ragged pants, indicating how
close he was to the edge. Right where Nash wanted him.

“Why?” Quinn asked breathlessly.

“Because I said so.” Nash pushed forward slowly, giving
Quinn time to adjust to his thickness. Fully seated, he paused, taking a moment
to savor the tight heat surrounding his dick before pulling out at the same
lingering pace.

Then all patience fled as he thrust back inside. In and out.
Fast. Hard. No retreat. Relentless. Orgasm burned in his balls, needing to
break free. He couldn’t come. Not yet. With each pounding thrust, a small part
of him shriveled up and died. This was the last time he’d be with Quinn. But he
couldn’t stop, he needed this, wanted the sweet ecstasy he could find only
inside Quinn.

“Just say it,” he roared.

Quinn must’ve heard the desperation in his voice, or maybe
he just wanted to shut Nash up, because he said, “I want you. Come for me,
Nash.”

Nash shuddered, rocking his hips frantically before his cock
erupted. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain raged through him.

He withdrew from Quinn’s ass and rolled to his side,
breathless, almost shaking with the strength of his orgasm. As Quinn rolled
onto his back, his angry-looking cock caught Nash’s attention.

Nash wanted to give Quinn a parting gift, something neither
of them had ever done for the other. Not that he really deserved it.

Kneeling, he leaned over and licked Quinn’s dick, then took
the head of his cock into his mouth. Sweet fucking God, he tasted good. A small
part of Nash would always belong to Quinn. The other man was now part of his
soul.

Quinn hissed. “What are you doing?” He rested his hand on
Nash’s head. Nash ignored him. It was obvious, after all.

He pulled the other man in deep, sucking on him strongly as
Quinn groaned.

“That feels so good. Shit, you have no idea.”

Nash grabbed Quinn’s balls, cupping them, rubbing them
together. Quinn shuddered, his hips rising and falling in rhythm with Nash’s
mouth.

“I’m going to come,” Quinn groaned. “I’m coming. Nash!”

Nash swallowed Quinn’s cum as the cream filled his mouth.
Salty, and not entirely unpleasant. He gave him one last lick before sitting
up.

Nash looked down at the only person he’d ever loved.
Probably the only person he ever would. “Get out.”

Quinn stared at him, shocked. “What?”

“I’m going to have a shower. I want you gone by the time I
get back.”

Nash stood and walked into the bathroom, locking the door
behind him. He started the shower.

Please be gone when I get out. Please be gone.

Nash didn’t know how long he stood there, hands resting
against the shower wall, head bowed as he let the heat of the water try to warm
him. It stung his skin, sharp and hot.

But his insides remained cold.

Eventually the hot water started to cool and he forced
himself out of the shower. Drying off, he looked at himself in the mirror. A
tired, worn guy gazed back at him. His eyes were dull and without life.

This couldn’t go on.

Gathering up his courage, he put his hand on the doorknob.
Either Quinn was still there and they’d talk things through, or he’d be gone
and in that case so was Nash. He couldn’t stick around, not if he wanted to
keep his self-respect. He’d leave on his bike, move on to a new town, find some
work, maybe do some traveling.

With a deep breath, he stepped out into the bedroom.

He was alone.

* * * * *

Quinn stared miserably at the crackling fire, his vision so
blurred he couldn’t focus without feeling hideously ill.

The slamming of a door barely registered.

“Ah Christ, have you been drinking all day? Again?” Joe
asked. Quinn turned to look at his twin as he sat on the sofa across from him, his
face curled up in disgust.

“So what if I have?” Quinn replied, taking another sip from
his glass. Suddenly the tumbler went flying from his hand, smashing against the
wooden floor. Quinn glared up at Joe as he stood over him, hands on his hips.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?”

“That was my drink,” Quinn yelled, trying to get up. Joe
easily pushed him down. “Let me up,” he demanded.

“Why should I?” Joe taunted.

“Listen, asshole. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. And
right now, I want to drink. Get out of my way so I can get another.”

“Make me.”

“What?” Quinn glared at him, taken aback by the aggressive
stance his usually easygoing brother had taken. “What is your problem?”

“You. You are my problem, Quinn. You’ve spent the last week
moping around, feeling sorry for yourself, drinking yourself to oblivion each
night and generally acting like an ass to everyone around you. Do you know you
had Kayla in tears today? I had to stop Cord from coming around and beating
some sense into you. But seeing the state you’re in right now, I’m kind of
wondering if he didn’t have the right idea.”

“What?” Quinn asked, shocked. “I made Kayla cry?” He
wouldn’t have hurt his baby sister for the world. Would he? Then again, he
couldn’t actually remember seeing her either.

“Yeah, big man that you are, you told her to get the fuck
out of the house and go apply her meddling to someone who actually gave a shit
what she thought.”

“Oh hell.” Shame engulfed him as he closed his eyes. “I’ll
apologize.”

“Not enough, Quinn. You need to sort your shit out. You need
to sober up, take a leave of absence and go after him.”

“Who?” Quinn asked as Joe sat back down across from him.

“Nash. You’ve been miserable since he left. I don’t know
what you did to make him take off so suddenly, but you need to chase after him,
get down on your knees and beg his forgiveness.”

“What makes you think this has anything to do with Nash?”
Quinn growled. He’d tried to hold himself together, but the pain of Nash
leaving was like acid eating away at his insides.

Fuck, I’m a loser.

“If you try to tell me it has nothing to do with him then
you’re a liar as well as a loser. You love him, it’s obvious. I’ve known about
your feelings for him for weeks. You ain’t never had much of a poker face,
Quinn.”

“I’m not gay,” Quinn said tiredly. Same old argument, he was
sick of hearing it. Who the hell cared if he was gay or not?

“Who cares if you’re gay or not?” Joe echoed his thought.
Sometimes having a twin could be scary. “You love him, that’s all that
matters.”

Quinn snorted. “It’s not that easy.”

“Why? Because you’re too scared to admit your feelings? Just
like you’re too scared to tell anyone about your need to tie up little subs and
flog them?”

Quinn stared at him. “What?”

“Get over yourself, Quinn,” Joe scoffed. “We’re twins. We’ve
lived together for years. You think I don’t know you visit that kink club each
week? I’m not stupid, brother. What is stupid is you thinking you have to hide
it from your family.”

“I didn’t know how you would react.”

“Bullshit. You know we love you. You weren’t ready to come
out of hiding. And keeping your emotions and feelings hidden to protect
yourself is now harming your happiness. It sure as shit hurt Nash. Is that what
you wanted?”

“No,” he whispered harshly, the word filled with pain.
“Never. I love him.” A hard piece inside him started to unravel. “I love him.”

Joe patted his knee. “Then go find him, idiot, and tell
him.”