Fitting In (4 page)

“Oh my God.” The words slipped out before Mason could stop them.

Jack slid his fingers into Mason’s hair and massaged the back of his head. This time Mason didn’t stop his moan from escaping.  

“So responsive,” Jack whispered. 

“Beautiful,” Gray said.

Mason realized he’d closed his eyes and sunk into Jack’s touch, letting the man transport him away from the noisy bar. Heat filled his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to get so carried away. What was it about these men that made him trust them so easily? 

“I have a surprise planned for you.” Gray’s words went straight to Mason’s cock, making it press even harder against his fly.

“Gray,” Jack used his warning tone again.

“You know he’ll love it,” Gray said, dismissing his concern.

“A surprise?” Mason asked.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Mason’s heart pounded. Why did he feel like he was making a deal with the devil? “I-I guess.”

“Oh, you will. Just wait.”

Jack ran his hand along Mason’s arm. “Are we ready to go?” he asked.

Gray nodded and stood. Jack pushed gently on Mason’s shoulder, and he stood on shaky legs. Somehow he managed to follow Gray to the door and up to street level.

Jack watched Mason like he wanted to devour him, but he didn’t touch him now that they’d left the relative safety of the bar. 

“I’m parked back at Nathan’s,” Mason said.

“We’re across the street.” Gray tilted his head toward a large pay lot. “We’ll drive you to your car.”

They walked to Gray’s black SUV in silence. Gray unlocked the doors, and Mason got into the back seat. Rather than getting into the front with Gray, Jack climbed into the back with Mason. 

“You two behave back there,” Gray said, his voice stern but his eyes bright and mischievous.

Jack laughed. “Not a chance.”

As Gray backed out, Jack reached for Mason and pulled him in for a kiss. Jack tasted like the dark beer he’d been drinking, but also like something wild and forbidden. Mason couldn’t get enough. He took Jack’s face in his hands and held him so he couldn’t escape. Their tongues tangled, reaching, pushing, sliding along each other. Jack pulled Mason’s shirt from his pants and pushed his hands underneath, sliding them up Mason’s back and practically crawling on top of him. By the time they reached Nathan’s, Mason and Jack were both panting.

Gray whistled. “Time’s up.”

Jack climbed off Mason’s lap and the two men stared at each other in the dim light shining into the car from the streetlights.

“We’ll see you soon,” Gray said.

A few seconds passed before Gray’s words sank in. He wasn’t being asked back to their house. “But…I thought….”

“You thought you’d get your surprise tonight.” Gray gave a low, evil chuckle. “No. I want you anticipating it. I want you so horny from fantasizing about us that you think you’ll die if you don’t have us.”

“I think I’m already there.”

Jack laughed. “You obviously have no idea how far Gray can push you.”

Mason groaned and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Don’t worry. We won’t make you wait too long. Will we, Gray?”

Gray turned and captured Mason’s gaze. “You have my word you’ll get what we’ve promised. Just not tonight.”

“But—”

“Are you questioning me, boy?”

Mason sucked in his breath. None of his partners, even the ones who’d been several years older, had ever called him boy or spoken to him with such command in their voice. “N-no.”

“Good. Be careful driving home. And don’t even think about touching yourself. The next time you come will be when I tell you to.”

Mason’s mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?” he asked.

Gray glared. “Very.”

Later that night, Mason barely remembered getting out of the SUV and getting into his own car. As he drove home, he couldn’t shake the idea that the whole evening had been a dream. No one was really as fucking sexy as Gray and Jack, at least not anyone who wanted him.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next night, Mason chased out the stragglers who’d hung on until last call. The servers had helped him put the chairs up on the tables, sweep, and wipe down the bar. When most of the final chores were done, he sent everyone else home. He only had to take out the trash, then he could lock the back door, head home, and crash. It had been a long damn day.

Thoughts of Jack and Gray had kept him semi-hard almost constantly. He’d almost masturbated the night before. How would Gray know whether he had or not? But when he remembered the look in Gray’s eyes as he’d assured Mason he was very serious about his order, Mason had stopped himself. He’d slept like shit, dreaming of the two hot men, and now he wished to hell he hadn’t denied himself.

As he swung the heavy trash bags up through the sliding door of the dumpster behind the bar, headlights flashed across the alley, and a car pulled into the tiny parking lot beside the bar. Probably someone heading to the diner down the street. He ignored it. The last thing he cared about was trying to enforce the customer-parking-only rule after closing. He headed inside and locked the back door behind him. 

But before he could grab his messenger bag from the break room, someone banged on the front door. When he headed back to the dining area, he saw someone shining a flashlight into the bar. The knock came again. “Police, open up.”

It sounded like Gray, and as Mason got closer, he recognized the tall man’s silhouette. He raced across the room and opened the door. 

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Step back inside, sir. We got a call that there was someone at this address who needed to be taught a lesson.”

Taught a lesson?
What did he mean, and why was he acting like they hadn’t met?

Gray brushed past him and walked into the bar, shining his flashlight toward the kitchen, then walking the perimeter of the room. Mason watched him, still trying to figure out what was going on.

“What have you been up to here, sir?” Gray asked.

Had the man gone crazy?
“Um…I’m just closing up. I don’t understand.”

“Are you sure that’s all, sir? Are you sure there’s not something…untoward…going on here?” Gray pitched his voice low and drew his words out, stirring something in Mason. Oh my God, maybe they were strippers like he’d thought at first. No, that was crazy. They were real cops, but real cops didn’t play games like this. They—

Someone came up behind him and laid his hands on Mason’s shoulders. Mason jerked away before he realized it was Jack. Even without seeing him, Mason recognized his scent, the musky cologne he liked to wear mixed with sweat and something primal that just smelled like Jack. Jack grabbed him again, spinning him around and pinning his arms behind his back. Mason shuddered as Jack’s hands tightened around his wrists. Hot, driving lust rushed through him, his need battling with the sensible side of him that said he should be in a full-scale panic right now. These men could easily overpower him. But Jack wouldn’t really hurt him. This was just a game. Surely. 

As if he’d read Mason’s thoughts, Jack leaned forward, his lips brushing the outer edge of Mason’s ear. “Say the word and I’ll let you go. We just want to have some fun if you’re up to it.”

Mason glanced over his shoulder at Jack. He couldn’t make his voice work, but Jack’s smile reassured him.

“Just closing up and nothing more? A likely story,” Gray said, walking toward them.

Mason shivered. Gray looked ferocious, and every step he took showed off the power in his body.

He stopped right in front of Mason and looked him up and down. “You’re under arrest.”

Mason swore he could feel Gray’s low, sexy voice in his chest. He couldn’t stop the protest that spilled from his lips. “But I haven’t done anything.”

Gray arched a brow and glared at him. “Are you resisting?”

Am I?

Mason swallowed and forced himself to meet Gray’s steely gaze. “No, sir. I’m not resisting.”

Gray smiled and Mason saw the man behind the façade for just a second. “Good. I like a boy who can take his punishment.”

Mason sucked in his breath. His dick was now impossibly hard. If Jack hadn’t been restraining him he would have pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Mason felt the cold metal of handcuffs brush against his wrist. “Is this what you want?” Jack asked.

He nodded.

Jack tugged his arms together and snapped the cuffs around his wrists. “Do you have a safeword?” he asked, his warm breath tickling Mason’s ear.

Mason shook his head. 

“Say red, and we’ll stop, no questions asked. This is all about pleasure.”

“Okay.” The word came out in a barely audible whisper.

Jack ran his tongue along the outer edge of Mason’s ear, making him shiver. “Gray and I are both clean. We get tested regularly. We go bareback with each other, but when we play with someone else, we always use condoms. If anything we want makes you uncomfortable, you tell us right away. You got that?”

He nodded again.

“What’s that, boy?” Gray moved forward until he was inches away from Mason. If he took a deep breath, the front of his dark blue uniform shirt would brush against Mason’s thin black t-shirt.

Mason swallowed. “Y-yes.”

Gray gripped Mason’s chin in one of his huge hands, and Mason made an embarrassing sound, a combination of a yelp and a whimper. Gray’s hand was warm, almost hot, and Mason shuddered as Gray caressed his jaw with his calloused thumb.

“When we ask you a question, you answer respectfully,” Gray said.

“Yes, sir.”

The big man smiled. “Much better.”

Gray ran his fingers along Mason’s neck, across his chest and abdomen, down to his waistband. He hooked his fingers in and pulled, bringing their bodies together.

“Have you been a bad boy?” Gray asked, leering at him, a parody of every cop-themed porn scenario Mason had ever seen. 

“N-no, sir.”

Gray raised a brow. “Don’t lie to me, boy.”

“I think he’s been very, very bad,” Jack purred, resting his hands on Mason’s hips and pulling him back so he could feel Jack’s erection. 

Gray nodded. “Sure he has. Teasing us with all the shy, sexy glances when we’re in the bar. Watching us with those bright green eyes, watching but never giving us a clear signal.”

“Mmmhmm. Very naughty,” Jack agreed. He licked and nipped at the sensitive flesh just behind Mason’s ear as he ground against him. “We’re going to show him what we do to naughty boys, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are,” Gray responded.

“Oh my God.” Mason wasn’t sure he’d survive.

“Are you scared, boy?” Gray asked, still holding Mason against him, his hard cock brushing against Mason’s. If Gray felt this good through clothes, what would it be like to be naked with him? Mason was afraid he was going to come in his pants if both men kept rubbing on him. Being caught between them was even hotter than he’d imagined.

“You should be,” Jack said, trailing kisses down Mason’s neck. 

Mason shivered, and goose bumps rose along the side of his body.

“Take him to the car,” Gray barked as he let go of Mason and stepped away. “I’ll get his things. Is your bag in the break room?”

Mason nodded.

“Do you have anything else?”

“A brown coat and my bike’s around back. The key to the bike lock is in the front pocket of my bag.” Mason was shocked that he’d been able to get all those words out as worked up as he was.

“Biking around at this time of night isn’t safe,” Gray said, and Mason saw real concern on his face.

“My car’s a piece of shit. It only works off and on, and it wouldn't start this morning.”

“I’ll see what I can do about that,” Gray responded. He walked off before Mason could question him. Was he really offering to fix Mason’s car? They hardly knew each other.

“Are you good with walking out like this?” Jack asked, tugging on his handcuffs.

Mason considered the question for a few seconds. There hadn’t been anyone around when he taken the trash out, so he doubted anyone would see him, and the thrill of being taken away in cuffs by these two incredible men was worth the risk. “I need to lock up,” he said. “The key is in my right front pocket.”

Jack slid his hand over Mason’s hip and pushed into his pocket. He brushed his fingers against Mason’s erection before closing them around the key. Mason sucked in his breath as Jack teased him some more, just the barest touch with a single finger, but it was making him crazy. 

Gray came back into the room then, carrying Mason bag. He glared at them. “Quit playing around and get him out of here,” he barked. 

“I had to get the key. We couldn’t leave the bar unlocked,” Jack purred.

“Get your hand out of his pants right now,” Gray said as he walked out the door, not looking back.

Jack did as he was told. He pulled Mason through the doorway, locked up, and then frog-marched Mason to a black SUV that sat at the back of the adjacent parking lot. Mason realized it must be the vehicle he’d seen pulling in when he took out the trash. Jack held Mason’s arms as he opened the back door as if he thought he might actually flee like a real prisoner. If Mason had good sense, he would, but he was too far gone with need to even try. He had to find out what they had planned for him. They were bringing his fantasy to life and he was running with it, to hell with the consequences.

“If I take these off so you can sit more comfortably, are you going to behave?” Jack asked, tugging on the cuffs.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. You’ve got a long night ahead of you. We don’t need your arms getting cramped in the car.” Jack released the cuffs and then pushed Mason’s head down, maneuvering him into the back seat. Before Jack slammed the door, he leaned down, his face close to Mason’s. 

Mason froze, thinking Jack was about to kiss him. His gaze fell to Jack’s full lips. He needed to taste them again.

“We’re taking you back to our house. Are you okay with that?”

Mason had to swallow before he could speak. “Yes.”