Bound to Them (6 page)

Quinn gasped as Nash swallowed around the head of his dick.
Sharp, salty pre-cum touched Nash’s tongue, stirring him on. He sucked, moving
up and down Quinn’s cock with long, slow movements. Teasing, driving the other
man wild.

“Shit, Nash. Finish it, Goddamn you,” Quinn groaned. “Don’t
tease me.”

But Nash didn’t relent, continuing his erotic torture. He
loved having Quinn at his mercy. He licked his way up Quinn’s dick and kissed
the tip before withdrawing.

“Fuck,” Quinn swore. “I was so close.”

Ignoring Quinn’s protest, Nash reached over for some lube
and thoroughly wet his forefinger. As he took Quinn’s shaft into his mouth
again, he pushed his damp finger against the tight rosebud of Quinn’s ass.

“Stop playing around and do it,” Quinn demanded, attempting
to thrust his ass down onto Nash’s finger.

Nash licked the head of Quinn’s cock, dipping the tip of his
tongue into the slit.

“You know you’re a bastard, right?”

Nash chuckled and, clasping Quinn’s dick, pumped his hand up
and down. Swirling his tongue over Quinn’s smooth balls, he listened as the
other man’s breathing quickened, coming in short gasps.

“I’m close. End it.”

“End what?” Nash teased.

“Make me come,” Quinn growled.

Quinn’s thighs trembled and Nash knew he was just seconds
away from bliss. He took the other man’s shaft into his mouth, sucking hard as
he cupped Quinn’s balls.

“Oh hell, oh hell, Nash, I’m coming.”

Nash took him deeper, swallowing quickly as Quinn came with
a yell of satisfaction. Nash drew back, licking Quinn’s softening cock as Quinn
slumped back on the bed, breathing heavily. Reaching down, Quinn tugged him up,
kissing him deep, nipping at his lips before sweeping his tongue inside Nash’s
mouth, playing, teasing. He rolled, pushing Nash onto his back.

“Your turn.”

Nash took a deep breath, holding back his smile as Quinn
attacked his cock. He approached it as he did everything in life, full speed
ahead.

Grasping Nash’s throbbing dick, Quinn held the shaft
tightly, squeezing at irregular intervals, making Nash groan. Over and over, he
licked and tortured Nash’s dick until his balls were tight and aching, his hips
thrusting up, attempting to gain more. More friction, more warmth.

Quinn drew back. “Pass me some pillows,” he ordered, his
voice rough.

Nash threw him a couple of pillows, anything to make him
move faster. Damn, payback was hell.

Quinn tapped his hip. “Lift.”

As Nash raised his ass, Quinn slipped the pillows beneath
his lower back.

Quinn spread Nash’s legs. “Wider,” he ordered. Nash’s
dominance rose, rebelling against Quinn’s demands. He took a deep breath,
holding back his sharp rejection, and spread his thighs wide, his knees bent so
his feet rested flat on the bed.

“Good, very good,” Quinn said with satisfaction before
squirting some lube onto his hand.

Quinn lay on the bed between Nash’s legs and parted Nash’s
ass cheeks with his hands. Nash jumped as Quinn pressed his warm, wet tongue
inside his asshole.

“Shit.”

Quinn chuckled. He reached up with one hand and grasped
Nash’s hard dick, moving his hand up and down as he thrust his tongue in and
out of Nash’s ass. Quinn tormented him with his tongue until it was all Nash
could do to hold off his orgasm, to keep himself under some semblance of
control.

“Quinn, damn, that feels incredible.” Nash threw his arms
over his face as pleasure washed over him in forceful waves. He’d never
experienced anything like this. It felt amazing. Overwhelming. Sweat slicked
his skin as his body shook. Near the end of his endurance, he had to force the
words through his mouth.

“Quinn, I’m coming.”

As though the words were enough to release him, his cock
stiffened, growing, and he shuddered as spurts of release shot from his dick.
Quinn continued to suck until Nash lay there limply, barely able to find the
energy to breathe.

“Good?” Quinn asked.

“Too good. I think I’ve died,” Nash replied as Quinn climbed
into bed.

“No dying yet. There’s a lot more where that came from. And
just imagine when it’s two of us playing with you. You can have Crista’s mouth
on your dick with my cock in your ass.”

Nash groaned. “Bastard. How am I supposed to sleep now?”

Quinn just chuckled.

“So much for taking it slow, huh,” Quinn said as he rolled
onto his back.

“Yeah, that kind of went out the window once I saw those
assholes surrounding her.”

“You figure we scared her?” Quinn asked, his voice somber.

“Yeah, I figure.” Nash sighed. “Two men declaring they want
her probably shocked the hell out of her.” He’d been running on adrenaline and
arousal when he’d told her that. Probably not his wisest move. No doubt they’d
completely scared her off.

“Christ.” Nash threw his arm over his eyes. “I hope I
haven’t fucked everything up. I intended to go slow. I wanted some time with
you to make sure we were stable before doing anything with her. It just sort of
came out. I still don’t know if it’s a good idea.

“But damn, when we were dancing with her I wanted her so
bad. And then she brought out the Dom in me when I learned she’d put herself in
danger. God, just imagine everything that could have happened to her, walking
around in the dark alone.” Nash swallowed, fighting back his fear and anger.
“It just came spewing out. I can’t stand the idea of her being in trouble, in
danger. I have this overwhelming urge to wrap her up and keep her safe.”

Quinn snorted. “Tying her to the bed will work just as
well.”

Nash lowered his arm and sat up a little to look at him. “Do
you wish I hadn’t said it?”

“Fuck, no.” Quinn brought his face up to Nash’s for a kiss.
“I want her. Bad. And I wouldn’t have suggested this unless I thought it could
work. I’ve come to really like her these past two weeks and damn, I want to
fuck her.”

Nash frowned. “You really think the three of us could work
together?”

“I can’t promise happily ever after. No one can, right? But
I love you. I’m attracted to her and so are you. Even if she runs screaming, I
still want to be with you, Nash.”

Nash kissed him. Hard.

“And someone needs to look after her. I don’t like how
relaxed she was about her own safety or how her brother treated her.”

“What if we’re too much for her?” Nash asked.

Quinn sighed. “I don’t know. If she’s even had sex, I’d bet
she only did it missionary style.”

Nash looked at him in horror. “You think she’s a virgin? We
have no business going near a virgin.”

“Hell, we’ve got no business going near her full stop. And
if Doug wasn’t five sheets to the wind most of the time, he’d be beating us off
with a stick. But he isn’t. Crista has no one but us protecting her. She’s
perfect, gorgeous, sweet and attracted to us both. We can show her what she
needs—to feel safe, protected, to have someone else take charge so that she can
let go a little bit. Our gorgeous girl works way too hard—she’s wound up
tighter than a jack-in-the-box.”

“We’ll overwhelm her.”

“Maybe in the beginning,” Quinn acquiesced. “But she’s
stronger than she thinks she is.”

Nash agreed. He took a deep breath, his stomach untangling a
bit.

Quinn grasped Nash’s face in his hands. “I meant what I said
before. I’m not hiding what I am. And I’m determined to make us work. With or
without Crista. Although I think she belongs with us. We’ll simply have to show
her exactly how pleasurable having two men can be.”

Nash sighed and smiled, dropping the rest of his worries for
the moment. He felt the same way about Crista. She was the key. And to get her,
keep her, they’d simply have to show her that her place was with them.

* * * * *

“What the hell does she think she’s doing?”

Nash looked up at Quinn’s mutter. It was after six and
everyone else had left for the day. He and Quinn were slowly packing up, hoping
to catch Crista alone. She’d been doing her best to avoid them for the last few
days. Rather than pressure her, they’d decided to give her a while to think
things through.

But their patience was running low.

Nash’s gaze narrowed as he spied Crista. She stood very
still on some scaffolding.

“She’s stuck,” Nash muttered angrily as he strode toward
her.

“What?” Quinn matched his stride.

“Don’t move, darlin’,” Nash said calmly as he got closer.
“I’m going to come up and get you.”

Crista stared down at them, so pale he was scared she’d
faint and fall off. Climbing faster, Nash reached the platform and looked over
at Crista, shocked by the terror in her eyes.

“Sugar?” He moved slowly, kept his voice steady and low. Her
whole body shook as she looked at him through large, fear-filled eyes. She’d
wrapped her hands tightly around one of the poles.

“I-I can’t g-get down. Just g-go. I’ll be f-fine in a
moment.”

She was not fine. She was petrified and trying to be brave.
His heart cracked slightly. Nash forced himself to concentrate.

“I’m not leaving you up here. I’m going to help you down,
all right?”

“No,” she yelled. “Don’t move, you’ll rock the platform. I
said I’m fine.”

Nash ignored her and stepped forward. She immediately
skittered back, closer to the edge.

“Nash, stop,” Quinn said sharply.

Nash didn’t need to be told. She looked close to jumping.
From this height she wasn’t really in danger of serious harm, but any damage
would be unacceptable.

“Crista,” Quinn said in a stern voice. “Crista, are you listening
to me?”

“Yes,” she replied shakily.

“Yes Sir,” he chastised.

“Quinn, now is hardly the time.” Nash tore his gaze from
Crista to glare down at Quinn.

“Now is exactly the right time. Say it, Crista.”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered. Her eyes were glazed. She wasn’t
thinking properly, her fear overwhelming her good sense.

“Listen to me, Crista. You are going to do exactly what I
say,” Quinn spoke firmly.

She nodded.

“Answer me.” Quinn’s voice was pure steel.

“Yes Sir.” A surge of pleasure hit Nash, almost knocking him
to his knees as she called Quinn Sir. Shit, he longed to hear her call him Sir
while she knelt at his feet, completely naked, her eyes glistening with
arousal, her full lips ready to envelop his cock. He nearly groaned as his dick
pressed painfully against his jeans.

“That’s my good girl. You stay exactly where you are. Nash
is going to come to you, but I don’t want you to move an inch, understand?”
Quinn said firmly.

“Yes Sir.”

Nash took a step toward her. She gasped.

“Crista, stay still,” Quinn said urgently. “You move one
more inch and I am going to make sure you don’t sit for a week.”

Nash grabbed her, holding her close. Her breath came in
ragged, shuddering gasps as her pulse raced at high speed.

Nash rubbed his hand soothingly over her back. “It’s okay,
darlin’. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“I’m sorry I’m such a wimp,” she whispered

“There’s no need to be sorry.” He kept his voice low,
reassuring.

“Nash, hand her down to me,” Quinn called up.

“No,” she yelled, clasping Nash even tighter. He tried to
keep some space between the lower half of their bodies. He didn’t think she’d
appreciate how turned-on he was. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to want to fuck
her when she was near terrified out of her mind. But he couldn’t help it—he was
constantly hard around her.
Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts.

It was a losing battle. Giving in, he kissed the top of her
head, breathing in her scent. Raspberries and cream. Tart, sweet and lush.

“It’s okay, sugar. Neither one of us are going to let you
fall,” he soothed as she trembled against him. He couldn’t help but feel a
surge of satisfaction in the way she clung to him, looking to him for safety.

“No, no, no,” she moaned, letting out a small sob that
almost broke his heart. What was it about this woman that brought his
protective instincts screaming to attention?

“Crista,” Quinn growled. “Do as you’re told.”

She stiffened and Nash glared down at Quinn.

“She’s terrified,” he protested. Couldn’t Quinn see she was
close to losing her control entirely? Nash rubbed her back soothingly as she
buried closer to him.

“Well, the sun’s about to disappear behind the mountains and
she’s going to be terrified, cold and in the dark. The longer she stays up
there, the scarier it becomes. Come on now, sweetheart,” Quinn told her in a
softer voice. “I won’t drop you.”

Nash ran his hand over her hair. “We’ll sit down first,
darlin’. Then I’m going to slip you over the edge and Quinn will grab hold of
you, okay?”

She shook her head.

“We can’t stay up here all night,” he said quietly. “If we
don’t move soon then the big bear down there is going to come looking for
Goldilocks.”

She snorted, making him smile a little.

“I’ll climb down myself,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows. “Will you? And how are you going to
do that when you’re shaking like a leaf and too scared to move?”

“I can do it,” she said, a stubborn tinge to her voice.

“Okay, then. I’m going to step back. You walk over and climb
down.” He raised his voice. “She’s coming down by herself, Quinn.”

“What? Like hell. Just pick her up and pass her down,” Quinn
replied.

Nash shook his head and pulled her arms off him, taking a
step back. Crista let out a small cry, immediately grasping the metal rail.

“Ready when you are, darlin’.”

She remained silent for a long moment. “I can’t. I’m going
to be sick.”

Nash grabbed her, pulling her back against his front. He
forced her to sit and held her between his thighs, their legs dangling over the
side.