4-Bound By Danger (4 page)

Jace didn’t ask if what he’d done was okay, but the question was in his eyes and the dark flush of his cheeks. Tomcat brought him to his feet and kissed him again, tasting himself. Letting Jace know it had been fucking awesome.

“My turn,” he murmured as he touched the boy’s slightly swollen lips. Jace didn’t argue this time, but his mouth dipped to kiss Tomcat’s shoulder. This boy was the best combination—tough as nails but still so damned sweet.

He would take his time here. “You’re sure about this?” he asked. “We don’t have to—”

“We do. Fuck, Tomcat…ever since I saw you for the first time, I’ve wanted this. I came to the alley to save you tonight. I didn’t know we’d end up like this but I’m not sorry.”

Tomcat wasn’t either—now it was all moth to a flame, and it was dangerous to play with this fire. Because it was so goddamned right. This was a collision course he probably couldn’t have stopped if he tried. And, to be fair, he didn’t try very hard at all, although he knew there would be consequences later.

As Tomcat wrapped his rough-skinned palm against the swell of Jace’s cock, the boy bathed Tomcat’s throat in kisses. Tomcat inhaled the scent of Jace’s skin as if that would allow him to track the boy in the future.

You could stop now.

But what would that change? Things had gone officially off the rails, and Jace couldn’t leave now anyway. Motives had been revealed, masks stripped, and Tomcat was relieved as shit and too far gone to panic about it yet.

Jace nipped his earlobe like he was looking for more attention, and he was about to get it. Tomcat’s moan in response was deep. Guttural. It seemed to excite Jace more as Tomcat pressed against him. He eased Jace’s jeans down—the boy wore no underwear, which Tomcat liked. He circled the boy’s cock immediately, felt the hot swell in his palm, heard the short, uneven gasps. Jace’s pulse jumped—it was obvious the boy was nervous but too turned on to stop.

“Get rid of your pants,” he murmured, and Jace complied as he sucked a hickey onto Tomcat’s chest as if marking him.

I’ll mark you, too, little boy—just you wait.

Jace’s jeans dropped to the floor with a hard clank, his phone, wallet and God knew what kind of weapons hitting the wood planks. He seemed intoxicated by Tomcat’s touches…by what he knew would happen.

“Virgin,” Tomcat murmured, enjoying the tinge of pink on Jace’s face. “Goddamn, this is going to be hot.”

Despite having come earlier, Jace still wasn’t going to last very long this time. Tomcat didn’t want him to, needed to see the boy break apart under his touch.

“Come for me,” he said, and with a few tugs, Jace did, a slow, almost torturous orgasm that Tomcat drew from him. His eyes only left the man’s face briefly, and when they opened, there was a blissfulness to Jace’s expression that made Tomcat want to roar with pride. Because it was only going to get better. He would make sure of it.

Chapter Three

The day passed quickly, and as they eased into evening, Jace wasn’t exactly sure how they got onto the bed, but they did, and he was stripped and Tomcat was halfway there until Jace tugged his pants all the way off. Then the bigger man hovered over him, staring at him appreciatively. He bent, tugged a nipple with his teeth, and Jace felt the sensation shoot straight through to his cock, despite the fact that he’d just come.

“Spread your legs,” Tomcat told him, and although Jace was used to commands, he’d never really liked them…until now. Wanted more of them, more of everything. This was the relief he’d always needed, and had he known the roughness of sex with another man would be this good, he wouldn’t have waited so long.

But maybe it was only this good because of the man currently fingering his ass. He jolted his thoughts back to the present, and Tomcat nodded as he slid one lubed finger inside Jace.

“Remember to breathe,” he instructed, and Jace was ready to shoot back an insult until he realized he had been holding his breath. He drew in a deep one as Tomcat moved his finger in and out, tried to come to grips with the uncomfortable fullness. Forced himself to relax as he got used to the sensation and realized it was actually a good one.

And then Tomcat’s finger brushed against something deep inside that made his entire body quiver and tense at once. It was a jolt he’d never felt before, and his cock was now impossibly hard. “More where that came from.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Tomcat teased, and didn’t give him what he wanted. Instead, he added a second finger and then a third. Tomcat’s machinations were slow, gentle almost, but it burned to the point of unpleasantness. “Push back against me.”

Jace did and that helped. He was sweating, panting as if he’d just run a long damned race, and they hadn’t even gotten out of the starting gate. He was beginning to really fucking hate being a virgin, because being new at something had never been any fun for him.

It must’ve shown in his eyes because Tomcat shook his head almost chidingly. Murmured, “Wait,” and then his fingertips brushed that spot again, harder, without warning.

Jace’s hips flew upward and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was pretty sure he shouted—curses, Tomcat’s name—something as his hands scrabbled for the sheets and the undeniable intensity of pleasure filled him.

Tomcat did it over and over until Jace could barely hold it together. When he stopped for a second, Jace breathed and opened his eyes, desperate for more.

“Yeah, that’s the spot. Remember, this makes it all worth it.” He spread Jace’s legs, and Jace hooked his feet around Tomcat’s back as the man pulled his fingers away and started entering him with his thick cock.

The blunt tip penetrated easily, thanks to Tomcat’s fingering, but it still gave Jace some pain. But he pushed back and urged Tomcat forward, wanting this part over with.

“Someday soon, you’ll recognize that this part is also really damned good. The build-up, the pain makes the pleasure better,” Tomcat told him, and Jace hadn’t realized he’d said anything out loud.

It didn’t matter—he was in good hands, the right hands, and he concentrated on getting Tomcat inside of him fully.

When Tomcat was buried, balls deep, he told Jace to breathe again. And then he pulled back and flexed his hips so he drove into Jace harder than before.

And Jace howled.

Everything was a blur after that.

It hurt, filled him until he was sure he would break, and then it was goddamned fucking curl-your-toes paradise. Tomcat nodded, because he knew, and Jace could only moan, because if he spoke, something completely unintelligible would come out.

“My sweet little virgin—say it for me—tell me you’re my sweet little virgin.” Tomcat’s words weren’t loud, but they were an undeniable command, and one Jace forced himself to respond to. Or tried to, anyway, forced out something that sounded reasonably similar to, “I’m your sweet little virgin,” and it made Tomcat smile.

He wanted the man to smile like that at him forever.

“Doesn’t matter how many times we do this—you’ll always be my sweet little virgin, whether you like it or not.”

“Like. It.” His hips undulated, the pain transitioning, smoothing away to pure, unmitigated
fuck yeah
pleasure. “More. Come on—more.”

Tomcat complied, and Jace gripped the big man’s shoulders, refusing to let go, no matter how hard and rough the ride got. And it was gonna get rough as hell. It was sex at its most carnal, basic level. And it was exactly what he’d been looking for the past several years since the stirrings grew too strong to ignore.

The frenzy mounted—Tomcat’s cock hitting his gland brought the pleasure to an almost unbearable level…and he became aware that he was yelling.

Good thing the room was soundproofed, or else everyone in the building would know exactly what was happening.

He was turning inside out. It couldn’t have felt more right, couldn’t be more right. And while Tomcat whispered sweet, rough, dirty things to him, he drifted off with the orgasm until his body was completely relaxed.

He wasn’t sure how he ended up in the shower with Tomcat, who’d obviously dragged them both sleepily into the big walk-in enclosure with the jets spurting at them from all angles. He sagged against the bigger man as he was soaped up in all the right places, with Tomcat’s thick fingers gently massaging his slightly sore ass, pinching his soapy nipples and sucking on his neck so hard Jace knew there would be marks. Wanted there to be.

“Mine,” Tomcat whispered urgently, and Jace nodded. Agreed with a soft, “Yours,” that seemed to please him.

There was nowhere to go afterward, and for once, Tomcat was glad he didn’t have to do the
get the fuck out of my bed
dance. He didn’t want to, either, and that was something he didn’t want to think about too closely at the moment.

He’d cleaned Jace up in the shower. It had been hard not to fuck him again, but he knew the boy would be sore. Jace was also in that suspended state between sleep and reality, his eyes fogged, and Tomcat was content to lie there as they ate leftover Chinese and watched reruns of
The A-Team
.

Jace devoured the noodles as Tomcat knew he would. He made a call to order more. Jace nodded appreciatively, put the empty container on the nightstand and lay back for a second. “You’ve been on this job a long time. Kenny’s been talking about you since he joined.”

“I was there for his initiation,” Tomcat confirmed, picturing the brutal ceremony that consisted of a brand that would remain on Kenny’s skin for the rest of his life. Unless he betrayed the club, and then it would be mercilessly cut off. Tomcat had witnessed that happening, too, to others, could do nothing to stop it since it wasn’t part of his job to stop men from joining this club.

“Two years undercover’s a long damned time.”

“It’s not that bad,” he lied.

“Bullshit.” Jace gave him a small grin, the battle scars showing in his own eyes. Tomcat had seen some of the actual scars on the boy’s body, planned to go over them again, for what reason he didn’t know.

And the thing was, he didn’t have to bullshit here with Jace. It was really goddamned nice. He let Jace run his fingers through his hair like the guy was freakin’ babying him. And he let it happen, let Jace massage his back, feed him when the new batch of food came, until he was sure that two days would spoil him for life.

He didn’t know if Jace was doing it purposely or not, but Tomcat pretended he was.

Jace knew. He hadn’t been OUTCONUS for weeks, had dealt with almost dying, not by enemy fire but by water, and had gained a new respect for Mother Nature, so he was way calmer than Tomcat. The man was so tightly wound, Jace felt like he could come six times and still be clawing the ceiling. And so as soon as he’d filled the man’s belly, he got to work on the rest of his body. His ass was sore as anything, but he’d let Tomcat take him again.

He worked his way down Tomcat’s chest as the big man allowed it, watched with that half smirk and the heavy-lidded eyes that Jace was beginning to love seeing.

He sucked the man’s cock, felt the man’s body tense and then heard the low moan escape.
Got you again
. Laved the head, tugged his balls as Tomcat shot into his mouth. Let the big man do the same to him, and before he could come, Tomcat was climbing on top of him. He stroked Jace’s hard cock, held his legs open and commanded him to lie back and enjoy it.

“You have no choice,” were his exact words, and Jace came in his hand when he spoke them.

“Baby boy likes that—takes his commands well,” Tomcat crooned, and Jace wondered how he was hard again so soon after the earth-shattering orgasm. “But you’re far from done.”

“Good,” was all he managed before Tomcat’s cock drove into him hard and fast and took his goddamned breath away with every single stroke. His thighs were held apart, his head swam, and all he could do was keep his eyes open and watch Tomcat’s face as the pleasurable assault continued, until he came in the fiercest orgasm yet. It left him weak as a newborn with what was probably an idiotic smile on his face.

And yet, as relaxed as he was, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.

Nothing good, he supposed. Especially because revealing his real reason for being involved with the Killers wasn’t happening. Not with Kenny’s life at risk. And even though he felt guilty about the intel he’d given the FBI a month before his near-deadly mission, he tempered that with the fact that he’d just saved Tomcat’s life.

Jace knew where the Killers kept their gun stash—Nacho had been particularly mouthy one drunken night and let a few things slip. They were innocuous, or would’ve been to anyone but Jace. He’d laughed and drank and pretended he hadn’t gained anything more than a hangover from that night, but in reality, it had been a big score for the FBI.

They were watching the two warehouses closely now, although they wouldn’t move on the leads immediately but rather use them to try to hook some bigger fish, like the Colombians and whoever else the catch of the day was.

When Tomcat took several calls in a row and came back to bed even more tightly wound than before, Jace knew that when it was time for him to leave Tomcat’s apartment, this part of the fantasy was over.

Chapter Four

Jace was sprawled out on his stomach, lying diagonally across the king-sized bed. Tomcat wasn’t sure if he was truly sleeping or just so content he wasn’t moving, but he kept an eye on him as he checked in with his handler.