by L. E. Harner
As if he’d read my mind, Archer opened his arms, and I went easily, smiling, and raised my mouth for a kiss.
Taller than me by several inches, surrounded by his embrace, his kiss consumed me, his thick cock strained at his jeans and pressed against my stomach.
Pulling back slightly from his hunger, I looked up into the face I loved. “Let’s move this to the bedroom,” I urged. Archer nodded and took my hand.
I glanced over to where Jer stood, hip resting on the back of the couch, arms wrapped tightly around his waist again. “That means you too, Jeremiah. Let’s go.”
“I think…” his gaze strayed back toward the computers.
Archer squeezed my hand, then let go. I gave him a quick smile and turned back to Jeremiah. The man was skittish, not meeting my eyes, hunched in on himself. I reached him just as he turned to move back to the desk.
“Really, Zack. It’s okay. You two go ahead. I’m just going to keep an eye on the—” He shook his head, closed his eyes. “Stop, Zack. I won’t… I mean, I promise…” He pulled a little against my hands as I gripped his elbows.
There was a fine tremor of muscles as he shivered under my touch. “Jeremiah, we’re not leaving you alone. I’m not leaving you. There’s nothing else we can do here tonight.” I nodded toward the equipment, but kept my grip on his arms. “All of the arrangements are in place, and it will most likely be two or three days before we hear anything.”
“Tell me again?” His voice was a whisper. I knew what he needed to hear.
“George is going down, Jeremiah. There’s no way he can wriggle out of the trap we set. Archer says the CFO—Dwight Somerville—is a good man. Tomorrow, he’ll find the accounting discrepancy and report it to the chairman. His recommendation will be to bring us in on an internal investigation. Harmon can’t afford even a breath of scandal right now. Evidence will show George was moving money and making plans to run. It’s gonna happen soon, I promise.
“For tonight, Archer and I need you in our bed.” I moved in closer, and cupped his face in my hands. “I want you, Jeremiah.” My breath mingled with his, and I felt some of the anxiety leave as he melted toward me. Needy boy.
Maintaining a scant distance, I led him from the room. Archer’s smile when he fell in beside us told me my lover approved.
*
We stopped just inside our door, Jeremiah’s eyes were wide and a little wild as he looked around our bedroom for the first time. Margie had decorated this room herself when Archer first bought the mansion, insisting that the formal style of the rest of the rooms didn’t belong in the bedroom. I knew she’d done it for me, and the gesture had earned the woman a bigger piece of my heart than she’d already had.
The predominate feature of our room was the custom-built, four-poster California king-sized bed, decorated in russet, browns, and gold, and pilled high with pillows. Of course, Margie hadn’t indicated she knew that Archer loved to stretch me out between the tall posts, but she’d given me a saucy wink. “Need to make sure our Zachary is comfortable, don’t we?” The memory still made me smile.
Jeremiah startled a little as Archer closed the door with a snick. Not wanting to give him any more time to worry, I took the young man in my arms and gave him the kiss he’d obviously thought he was going to get downstairs. At first, his lips were stiff against mine, then with a full body shudder, he relaxed on a sigh. I licked my way inside and took my first taste. Jeremiah opened, our tongues sliding together, slick, hot with an edge of desperate.
Archer’s low moan slid over me, then his hand caressed my back, traced along my spine, over my ass. I jerked at the touch, my aching dick bumping against an equally hard Jeremiah.
“Let’s take this to the bed,” I managed to rasp out.
Jeremiah stiffened, and not in a good way. “I can’t—I don’t know how…”
“Unless your ass has never been breached, you know how to do what I have in mind for tonight.”
“But I thought…”
“What? Thought I was going to spank you? Beat you? Make you write bad checks?”
Jeremiah blinked, then laughed out loud. “Okay, yeah, maybe some of that,” he admitted.
“It’s not always like what you’ve seen, not like the other night. Hell, sometimes, it’s even vanilla between me and Archer. It’s all about what feels good. Come ‘ere.” I dragged Jeremiah toward the bed.
Archer followed a little more slowly, apparently content to see where I was going with this. I couldn’t fault his restraint. He’d not tried to intervene once since our conversation first thing this morning.
“I know you’re new to the scene, and you’ve had a really fucked up introduction. Just sit back and relax. Watch. It’s your call if you want to join us.” I gave a little nudge and Jeremiah fell back on to the mattress. He sat looking up at me, all his wide-eyed insecurities hitting me like a punch in the gut. Goddamn George Delaware for what he’d done. I hated the look he put on Jeremiah’s face, hated him for taking away Jeremiah’s power to choose.
I stepped closer so that I stood between his knees and smiled down at the boy. At Jeremiah. Tonight would be all about giving back a little of what he’d lost. Everyone was still dressed—time to put an end to the clothing and reduce the anxiety levels.
“Archer, love?”
“Mmm?” He stepped close behind me and wrapped his long arms around my waist.
“We have on too many clothes. I think we’re making Jeremiah uncomfortable.”
“Can’t have that,” he murmured, the words like a caress. I leaned into his embrace and he rested his chin on top of my head, his long, nimble fingers already working at the buttons on my shirt. I kept my gaze steady on Jeremiah’s face. His lids lowered for a long moment, then slowly raised, looking heavy, pupils dilated, gaze following Archer’s hands as they moved to the zipper of my slacks. There was a little hitch in his breathing, then Jeremiah’s lips parted on a quiet sigh, just as Archer loosened my pants completely, and they slid to the floor.
“Shirt off, too, love,” Archer directed. His voice was thick as he slipped the shirt from my shoulders. Then I was naked in a pool of discarded clothes. I loved the feel of the fully dressed Archer brushing against my back as his hands caressed my chest, my stomach, my thighs. Jeremiah’s heavy gaze was like a second touch as he watched. The moment stretched out. With one hand, Archer pinched my nipples, making them ache so good. The other scratched lightly, marking a path along my sides, to the top of my pubic hair, pulling a little on the lightly trimmed curls. He ignored my needy, aching dick, leaving it pointing straight at Jeremiah.
At last, Jeremiah shook himself and slowly brought his gaze up to meet mine.
I smiled, loving the look of hunger, the desire in those bright green eyes. I kept my voice a whisper, not wanting to break the spell.
“It can be just this easy, Jer. Archer wants me. He’s so fucking hard against my back, I just want to bend over and beg. He’s touching me everywhere, except where I need him most. Making me wait, building the anticipation, making us all feel like we’re climbing out of our skin.”
Jeremiah swallowed hard, his pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and my knees went a little weak at the sight.
“Oh, look at that, Jeremiah,” Archer said as my cock jerked in response. “My Zachary wants you badly. He wants to feel that beautiful mouth on his prick. Wants you to lick the head, lap up his juices. Wants to feel you swallow around his fat cock.” Archer’s finger brushed against my tip, gathering the pre-cum, then he leaned around me to swipe the moisture over Jeremiah’s lips.
“No, Jer, don’t move.” I stopped him from licking his lips, my voice so deep I barely recognized it. “Wait for a minute, I want to look at you. Your mouth is wet with me. Breathe me in, smell how much I want you...need you.”
As much as I craved my own release, I wasn’t going to lose sight of Jeremiah’s greater need. I reached out to stroke a finger against his face, gratified when he didn’t flinch.
“I want you, Jeremiah. I want to taste you. Want to feel you wrapped around my cock. Want Archer to fill me, while I’m balls deep inside you.”
“Oh, God. Y-yes. Please, yes.” His hips jerked, his heavy dick pressed against the inseam of his khakis.
“You’re both overdressed. Take off your clothes…” As if I’d fired a starter’s pistol, both men stripped while I reached into the nightstand for slick. I only hesitated a moment before I grabbed the foil packet. The blood the doc had drawn the other night had come back clean, but we all knew Jeremiah had been drugged. Until the re-test in six months, we would have to glove up. I tossed the supplies on the mattress and leaned in to steal a kiss. Together we shared the taste of me that moistened his lips. Hot.
Naked Jeremiah was stunning, even shaved. Dark patches on his chest and groin showed me what I had to look forward to when his hair grew back. I stood between his knees and pressed him back against the bed, no longer interested in the delay game.
I kissed him once more, before dragging my mouth over his chest, lingering on each tiny nub, moving lower. Later, I promised myself. Later I would take my time, explore every tantalizing inch. For now, I wanted to seal this deal between all of us, make Jeremiah ours in the way I knew he needed to belong. I slipped my hand under Jeremiah’s thighs and encouraged him to scoot back a little and put his feet onto the bed.
“Zack. Sir. Please.” He put his hands under his knees and pulled his thighs tight against his chest, presenting his tight pucker. Holy fuck.
A freight train of need slammed through me and I wasn’t sure I could move fast enough. Jesus. I needed in Jeremiah, right-the-fuck now. Archer and I were apparently on the same track. He leaned over my back to grab the square of foil. There was a rip of packaging, then he jacked my cock twice before rolling the condom down my length. The top of the bottle made a little snick of sound, then Archer moaned as he poured slick over my fingers, my cock, and his own fingers, in a silky sloppy mess. My hands shook as I spread the lube along Jeremiah’s crease before using my thumbs to press against his tight opening. The puckered muscle fluttered and relaxed under my touch, Jeremiah rocked his hips upward seeking more.
“I’m ready enough, Zack. Please.”
“You beg so good. Gonna get lots of practice.” I slipped a thumb inside him.
“Not right now, Z, please,” Archer said. I almost laughed at the desperation in my lover’s voice. He was the consummate Master, and even his control was slipping. Shit, that was hot.
I climbed fully onto the mattress, knees on either side of Jeremiah’s hips. Archer reached around my waist and added more lube. Then I was lining up and pressing at his entrance. Archer nudged me from behind and Jeremiah’s eyes went wide as the broad head of my cock pushed right inside. His mouth opened on a moan and he rolled his hips, inviting me to keep going. So the boy liked a little sting sometimes. Good to know.
I slid inside in incremental thrusts, Jeremiah’s hot, silky channel wrapping around me, pulling me in nearly as much as the look on his face.
When his gaze shifted over my shoulder, I knew Archer was included in that sweet look of completion. My lover swiped slick fingers in my ass, and I stilled inside Jeremiah. Remaining standing at the edge of the bed, Archer pulled me into the position he wanted, almost making me withdraw from Jeremiah’s ass. Gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, Archer kept me steady, as he lined up. With a quick, hard push Archer slammed into me, making me feel him all the way to my toes and driving my cock deep inside Jeremiah.
For a minute, all I could focus on was breathing, and from the harsh breath of my partners, I assumed they were in the same shape. Archer slid back, nearly slipping from me, and I did the same to our boy. Driving his hips forward again, he pushed me into Jer, a chain reaction of pleasure. A kaleidoscope of sensation burst behind my eyes, and my heart seemed to swell with the enormity of what we were doing. Not a scene. Not a casual fuck. Not at a club. More than sex. This was our bed. Our home. As Archer filled me over and over, I drove deep into Jeremiah and God help me, at that moment I wanted to keep him. Not for a year, not for some stupid-assed contract, but keep him, as in forever. I bit back foolish, lust-induced feelings.
As our pace increased, Jeremiah ran his hands over my arms, then pulled me down. Happily, I took his mouth, claiming every part of him. Archer leaned down to cover me, his chest pressed against my back, hips driving up, quick piston-like moves that let me know he was close. Thank God—I couldn’t hold on much longer.
Slipping my hand between our bodies, I wrapped a fist around Jeremiah’s longer, slender cock and jacked him in time with Archer’s thrusts. I released his mouth, moving my kisses along the salty skin of his neck, licking, tasting. When I stopped to draw up a mark, Archer leaned over my shoulder and claimed Jeremiah’s mouth with his own kiss. So fucking hot…. My throat and my ass tightened, and Archer’s hips gave a telltale stutter.
“Now. Come for me now, Jeremiah.” My voice was a whisper against his ear.
Arching his back, Jeremiah’s shoulders pressed into the mattress, his hot cum spilling between us. As if suddenly released, sounds of pleasure poured out of the boy. Mostly nonsense words mixed with gasps of breath and sexy as shit moans. Then the words took form. “Zack. Oh fuck. Need you, Zack. Sir.”
Behind me, Archer’s moan turned into a growl, the sound guttural, possessive. Sexy. Unable to hold back, my world went gray around the edges, and I came so hard I thought I might strangle Archer’s dick as his cum pumped into my ass.
Archer slowly withdrew, then collapsed onto the bed, stretched out alongside Jeremiah. I slipped from Jeremiah’s tight channel, moaning as his ass continued to flutter against my sensitive cock. Jesus.
Since I was the one with the condom and the sticky hand, I made my way to the bathroom on shaky legs, returning with two warm washcloths. For my two lovers.
Jeremiah watched me with a sleepy, heavy-lidded green-eyed gaze, his kiss-swollen lips parted, his expression satisfied. I met Archer’s equally satisfied look over Jeremiah’s shoulder, and smiled. Everything was going to be okay.
Chapter Six
The call came much quicker than any of us expected. By nine the next morning, we’d already heard from Dwight that the shit had bypassed the fan and gone straight to the rarified air of the boss man’s office. By ten, Jeremiah and I sat out of camera range while Archer and the chairman of the board, Oliver Goling, discussed details and our recovery fees via video conference call. Since none of us was in this for the money, Archer tried to pass it off as a favor for an old friend, but eventually agreed to a percentage of the money Harmon had invested in George’s retirement.
A desperate sounding Goling repeatedly stressed the need for secrecy and a rapid conclusion that left no trail or smell of scandal behind. Apparently, there was an emerging situation on the hostile takeover front, creating an urgent need for a discreet and immediate conclusion to the accounting discrepancy. I might have been surprised by the news, but one look at Archer’s bland expression left no doubt he was behind the rumor. I didn’t bother to hide my grin. God, I loved his devious mind.
By three o’clock, Archer had reported the results of our preliminary investigation, and offered a suggestion for how to bring the situation to a conclusion before bedtime, providing the board was willing to confront Delaware tonight, before he caught wind of the investigation.
As the seven o’clock hour approached, Archer and I were quietly talking the situation over in the study, when soft voices interrupted. Turning toward the desk, I saw Harmon’s boardroom displayed on the big screen of the iMac, impressing the hell out me. We’d been unable to use the same video feed from the earlier conference call because someone from Tokyo was routed into the call. Besides, Archer didn’t want to be seen, just heard, which was why both Goling and Dwight were wearing earwigs. We’d had to arrange an entirely different video connection without raising any undue interest among the staff. Sure enough, with only two hour’s warning, here we
were with a full visual link and isolated audio support.
Goddamn, Wick Templeton’s tech dude was good. Damn good. Not for the technology—that was pretty standard shit—but for the speed and unobtrusiveness of his electronic invasions. I needed to meet his techno guy in a big way, but Wick was so damned zip-lipped. When this was over, I needed to take him down to the Chances Are and buy him a drink or ten. Maybe then I could pry the name loose. Besides, I wanted to find out exactly what he’d done at George’s after I left with Jeremiah. Of course, I’d probably have to trick him into thinking I was pacing him drink for drink; otherwise he’d never let down his guard. I hid a smile at the thought of pulling something over on Wick. Sexy bastard.
As people wandered in, I kept an unofficial tally and lookout for Delaware. We’d been told to expect no more than a dozen, including the woman in Japan, Dwight Somerville, George Delaware, and Oliver Goling. So I was tracking eight new players. Most were dressed in business suits, but two men looked as if they’d returned from the eighteenth hole in order to attend this meeting. Everyone looked uneasy, with lots of nervous chatter amping up the noise. Obviously, they all realized something was amiss. A last minute emergency board meeting couldn’t bode well for the company. Goling raised his voice, coming in clearly over the worried mumbling.
“Thank you for coming, if you would all take a seat, we will get started.” He paused long enough for everyone to sit. As CFO, Somerville sat on Oliver’s right, and motioned to George to sit next to him, giving the appearance to the other board members that the three of them were a untied front. The position had been carefully orchestrated to give the camera the best angle.
“Due to the extreme sensitivity of our discussion tonight, the legal department has required that each of us sign the standard non-disclosure statement.” Oliver signed his copy as he spoke, making it impossible for anyone to object without looking like an ass. “Thank you. Thomas, will you and Shirley collect the forms, then step outside to notarize each statement. Hold them for Gerald, he is expected shortly.”
