by L. V. Lloyd
Chapter Twenty Five
They waited as the minutes ticked by.
“He won’t come,” Dane said, speaking with his back to Callan. “You know he’s too straight, he won’t even consider it.”
“Will you consider making do with just me instead?” he wanted to ask, but held back. He knew the answer only too well, it wasn’t worth embarrassing them both.
There was a soft chime at the door.
Both men looked at each other, Dane excited, Callan nervous, just what was he letting himself in for?
Callan felt his heart racing. He couldn’t quite believe it, Mike was here, he was outside, any minute he’d be right here in the bedroom, they were really going to... What was he doing, standing here like a nervous virgin? If he didn’t let him in soon, Mike was going to turn around and leave in disgust, thinking he had been set up.
Hastily he went to the door and opened it. Mike was standing there, still wearing his black tee shirt and faded jeans. He looked revved up, breathing hard as if he had run up the flight of stairs connecting their two floors. His eyes glittered with a brittle excitement.
“Can I come in, then?” he asked pointedly, as Callan was blocking the doorway, standing there just staring at him.
“Of course!” Callan stepped back into the room. “I didn’t think you’d come,” he blurted out.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No! No, I don’t. Come in, we’ve just had a shower, separately, not together I mean, do you want a shower too or there’s whisky on the table or we could get out some brandy if you—” he stopped as Mike put a finger across his lips and smiled, a more genuine smile than the one he’d had a second ago. Babbling, he’d been babbling, Callan realised.
“Sorry, I do want to do this, but I’m nervous.” Might as well admit what was obvious. He ran a hand over the back of his head. Mike was looking him up and down, his eyes heating as he saw the glimpse of bare chest, followed by bare calves and feet, betting that the Governor was totally naked underneath that white fluffy robe.
“Let’s sit down together and have a drink for a bit, relax,” suggested Dane, speaking for the first time. He wanted Callan tonight but there was no denying Mike looked hot in black and the faint aroma of male sweat was intoxicating. He could hardly wait to get both men into bed but he had to play this carefully, he could tell Callan was on the verge of bolting. He let his robe gape a fraction, showing a rather large section of smooth alabaster skin and had the satisfaction of seeing Mike’s eyes turn toward him.
He sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to him. “You can sit here, in the middle. Callan will pour you a drink. Whisky or brandy?”
Obediently, Mike sat down next to Dane as close as he could, their thighs pressing against each other, leaving room for Callan on the other side. He shut his eyes for a second, trying not to stare where Dane’s robe was gaping a little over his lap and tried to relax. Callan poured him a whisky and topped up the other two glasses.
“Here you are,” he said as he sat down. He was frowning slightly, he didn’t like that brittle look in Mike’s eyes, “Are you all right? Can you tell us what happened this evening, after you went off with Tate?”
Mike took a big gulp of whisky as he decided on how to answer. Should he unload or just rip Dane’s robe open right now? The way he was feeling, he could pull Dane to the floor and take him in three, maybe even two minutes, then he could wrestle with Callan, see who came out on top. He licked his bottom lip and took another gulp of whisky. He needed to calm down, he couldn’t take his agitation out on his friends. Tonight was supposed to be sexy and fun, not angry and hurtful. Maybe he should go.
He sighed and looked at Callan. “I’m sorry if I’m killing the mood, here. I grew up in the streets of Kapunda. My father was a gangster, always fighting someone, trying to get on top, so naturally enough I was always getting picked on by the other kids in the neighbourhood. I learnt to defend myself pretty soon, picked up a few good tricks. Eventually he became head of one of the largest gangs and that settled him down a bit, he became more of a leader rather than one of the enforcers. To give him credit, he did try to make things safer for the ordinary people in his territory, but he was always operating on the wrong side of the law. Always working on the principle ‘the end justifies the means’, you know? Our relationship was good enough when I was young, I looked up to him like everyone else, but when I started growing up we were suddenly poles apart.”
“You mean he couldn’t handle the fact that you’re an om?” asked Callan, rubbing the back of Mike’s neck, grateful once again that his own family had gradually come around to accepting him as he was.
“No, that wasn’t the problem,” said Mike unexpectedly. “It was when I started to disagree with his way of doing things. I decided I wanted to follow the rules, do things the right way. I must have been a real pain in the ass, but I was young and oh so serious. I told him I wanted to join the Patrol. He laughed at me, until I took the step of applying to the Academy. Then he gave me an ultimatum, give up the idea or leave.”
“So you left,” said Dane, snuggling nearer.
“Yep,” said Mike, sipping his whisky. He could feel the tension starting to drain out, maybe it had been a good thing to get all that off his chest, let the others know the reason behind his frequently annoying insistence on following the correct procedure. He had to prove to his father, and to himself, that he had made the right decision all those years ago, that the Patrol’s way worked best.
His other hand began to play idly with the hair at the back of Dane’s neck.
“Let me guess. Chang’s your father?” Callan wasn’t the head of a successful security company for nothing. “He’s not dead, is he?”
“Yep, and no, he isn’t. He’s very much alive,” said Mike. He drained his glass. Callan got up to pull the table a little nearer, and pour Mike a second glass. He sat down again and tentatively put one arm around Mike’s shoulders, holding him close. Mike didn’t resist.
Gently Callan took hold of Mike’s chin and drew his face around toward him, then he kissed him, letting the tip of his tongue push softly against his lips, hoping he would open up for him.
“So that’s how you found me. Let me thank you again for rescuing me today,” he murmured. He was amazed that Mike had gone back to confront his past, that he’d broken, or at least bent, his personal code just for him, to make sure he was safe. Tonight he would give Mike anything he wanted.
Mike hesitated for a moment. He had been intending to make his move on Dane, not Callan, but he liked the way Callan was being gentle with him, asking, not demanding. He liked the way he had noticed he was hurting when he came into the room, the way he had put aside his own desires and feelings to help him. He liked the smell of him, male and musky, despite the shower.
His hand clenched in Dane’s hair as he opened his mouth for Callan. His tongue was warm and gentle at first, tangling with his own, quickly getting rougher as he leaned into the kiss. Gods that felt good, tasted good. It had been so very long. Without thinking, both arms went around Callan, one hand holding his head close so that he could kiss him harder, the other slipping inside his robe, stroking that broad chest. He ran his fingers through the crisp curls of hair, his thumb found a taut nipple. He heard Callan’s gasp and swallowed it.
He felt Dane lifting his tee shirt up, pressing warm kisses against his bare skin, licking and nipping his way up his back as his hands slid around the front to caress his stomach.
Callan’s fingers sought the fastening on Mike’s jeans, Mike could feel them brushing against the bulge of his erection as the other man tried to get them open. That wasn’t going to happen while he was sitting down, they were too tight. He wanted Callan’s hand on him, right now.
“Let me stand up, and get rid of these,” he murmured thickly. “And then I want to take you to bed.”
Chapter Twenty Six
“I want to take you to bed.” That was what Callan had been wait
ing for, hoping for, ever since he had first set eyes on Mike Oliver. He knew Mike was including Dane in that statement but he didn’t care. As long as the other man desired him, even if it was just for tonight, he’d take whatever he wanted to give him.
Callan got to his feet, pulling Mike up with him. His heart was pounding so fast he thought it might burst. His hands fumbled at the fastening on Mike’s jeans, clumsy in his excitement. He made himself take a deep breath and try again. Mike just stood there, allowing him to do the job for him. As soon as Callan got the fastening undone, Dane grabbed the waistband from behind in both hands and pulled the jeans right down to Mike’s ankles.
“You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve wanted to do that,” Dane murmured, a provocative smile in his voice. The blue boxers followed a second later and Dane took instant advantage of his low position to bite him, first the curve of his right buttock and then the left. His forefinger stroked lightly up and down the dark cleft, then he grabbed a cheek in each hand. He saw Callan’s robe fall to the ground as Mike eased it off his shoulders, just before he spun around to deal with Dane. Dane’s eyes were lowered, staring at Mike’s erection when Mike stooped and picked him right off the ground, hoisting him over one shoulder.
“You won’t believe how much I’ve wanted to do this,” replied Mike. “Hold that thought,” he said to Callan over his shoulder with a sexy grin. “I’ve got something I have to do first.”
Dane scarcely had time to draw a breath of protest when he was flung onto the bed and his robe pulled off him. Mike took a moment to devour him with his eyes, promising himself that if they ever did this again he was going to take his time and kiss every centimetre of that sexy body. But just now his needs were more basic. He flipped Dane over onto his stomach and was on top of him a second later. Both men felt the bed sag as Callan joined them, more aroused than he could remember being in his entire life. He and Dane were both naked, Mike was still wearing his black teeshirt, unable to stop and take it off while he was wrestling with Dane, intent on getting the younger man exactly where he wanted him. Callan didn’t know what was going to happen next, it looked like Mike was going to take Dane right there in the middle of the bed. He moved over to give them room. Mike had his knees between Dane’s legs, his arms pinning him to the bed. Dane was wriggling furiously, bucking and twisting, he hadn’t intended to be on the bottom tonight. But he was.
Callan watched the whole thing, unable to tear his eyes away. He was a little worried there for a moment. Did Dane need help, was Mike being too dominating, as much as Dane had teased him...? But no, none of those moaning noises Dane was making sounded remotely like the word “stop”. Mike’s bare ass was pumping furiously and it seemed only seconds went past before both men gasped their release. Callan was so aroused he thought he was going to have to...
Instead, leaving Dane still breathing hard from their exertions, Mike pulled out and turned to Callan. Oh gods, was he going to be next? Mike pushed him down so that he was flat on his back between the two of them and began kissing him, weaving a hot, fast trail from his mouth to his groin. Sweet gods! This man knew exactly what he was doing.
Dane looked up to watch for a moment, then moved closer, he didn’t want to be left out of this. He began kissing Callan on the other side, except much slower, savouring every moist kiss, getting his breath back under control. He kept flicking little sideways glances at Mike, that had been... totally hot and totally unexpected. Mike was starting again from Callan’s mouth, changing his pace now to match Dane’s.
Callan thought this could quite possibly be the best moment of his life as both men took turns to kiss their way down his happy trail until... they began to lick him, together, just as if he were an ice cream they were sharing. From his base to his tip, and around. Lick, lick. Callan groaned loudly. He shut his eyes for a second trying to hang on—he didn’t want this to end—then looked down. He had a fist in midnight black hair on the right and the other tight in silver blond. He thought, hoped, that image would stay with him the rest of his life.
A second later he wasn’t capable of thinking anything at all.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Callan was just drifting off, he had an arm round Mike on his right and Dane was sleeping, spooned against his left, just like he had been fantasising about earlier, when he felt Mike stir. Oh my gods, was he ready for another round already? Suddenly he was wide awake, hardening fast in anticipation.
“I’m sorry, Callan, but I think should go back to my room for the rest of the night.” Mike spoke in a low voice.
For a moment Callan didn’t understand. Mike was leaving?
“Captain Spier could be in contact with me at any time tonight, and it’s probably best if she doesn’t find me here.” He smiled apologetically.
Callan was deeply disappointed, he had been so looking forward to spending the whole night together, all three of them in the big bed, not to mention some “good morning” sex when they woke up, but he plastered a smile on his face and didn’t protest. He just hoped that excuse was genuine, that Mike wasn’t starting to regret what he already considered had been the most exciting night of his life. His head knew that this had almost certainly been a one off event, all three of them out of their usual environment. Not to mention the fact that they had all been through a roller coaster of emotions, what with the explosion, the kidnapping and the rescue, but... his heart couldn’t stop hoping for more.
On the plus side, Mike reached over to kiss him before he got out of the bed and picked up his clothes. That was promising, wasn’t it? Mike dressed quickly, but paused on his way out the door. “Do you two do this sort of thing often?” he asked in a carefully studied voice.
Callan answered without thinking. “No. Only with you.” He shut his mouth and finished the rest of the sentence in silence. “I hope.” Gods, what a giveaway. Why didn’t he just sit up and pant? He flushed as Mike broke into a knowing smile.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
Mike smiled all the way down the stairs to his hotel room. Callan was so sweet. He was really happy now he’d given in to the urge and accepted Dane’s offer to join them.
The smile broke into a grin. He had just had sex with, not one, but two hot men, at once. Dane and Callan. He still couldn’t quite believe it. He said it again, to himself inside his head. The whole episode had been so incredibly arousing, he suspected he wasn’t going to forget a single second of it.
Career-wise, of course it probably hadn’t been the wisest move, but at that moment he simply didn’t care. He was sick of staying celibate to please the Patrol’s antiquated guidelines. Finally, he’d had enough. He was an om, that wasn’t going to change, and there was no point in pretending he was anything else. His personal life was his own business, surely. In fact, if he’d been with two women, in all likelihood he would have got envious grins from the men he worked with. On the other hand, he wasn’t going to shout about it. There was absolutely no reason for anyone else to know what he’d just been doing.
Captain Spier called him at 5:00am. “I thought you might like to know we’ve got a lead on the bombing.” Since Governor Rian had been found safe and well, there was no valid reason for her to keep Lieutenant Oliver out of the investigation.
“Yes, Captain?” Mike answered, glad now that he had made the difficult decision to return to his room.
“Forensics collected everything that was left in Room 301 and they’ve been scanning it thoroughly, piece by piece for evidence.”
“They found something?”
“DNA,” announced Captain Spier with satisfaction. “Just a trace, from an infinitesimal segment of hair, but enough for a warrant.” She paused again.
“Who?” asked Mike, unable to wait. Was she going to tell him or not?
“A name that’s come up before in this investigation, you’ll be interested to hear. Cutter Levi, Mo Khan’s right hand man. We’re on our way to pick him up now,” she added. “I’m not waiting for daylight.”<
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“I’m on my way. I’ll meet you at the station,” answered Mike.
“I thought you might,” Captain Spier had a smile of satisfaction in her voice as she ended the call. They finally had a solid lead to Mo Khan. She had a feeling this was only the beginning of her investigations.
Dane woke early and stretched carefully before he realised he was alone in the bed. He sat up and looked around but he couldn’t see either Mike or Callan. He could, however, hear the shower running. Had they stolen a march on him? Naked, he padded up to the bathroom door and peeked inside. No, it was just Callan, alone in the shower, water running down his broad back, over his rather fine ass. Tempting as it was, Dane drew back silently.
Damn. Mike must have gone back to his room sometime during the night.
He went back to bed, half wondering whether he could persuade Callan into some early morning delight when he came out of the shower. Although, to be honest, the desire wasn’t burning as brightly as it had been, No, to his considerable surprise he found he was thinking more about Mike Oliver. Sweet gods, the man had a body to die for, taut muscles, not huge and ropey, but lean and strong. Dane lay on his back, his arms folded under his head, reliving the events of the previous evening.
Callan came out of the bathroom, his white fluffy robe wrapped around his damp body. He saw Dane was awake, watching him with one raised eyebrow.
“Mike went back to his room, then?” he asked.
“Yes. Last night.”
“Ah. No regrets?”
“I can’t answer for him, but believe me regret is the last thing I’m feeling!” Callan took his uniform out of the refresher unit.
“Me neither.” Dane paused, “Do you think he’d—,” abruptly he changed what’d been about to say. “Do you think there’s the slightest chance we could do that again, sometime?”
