The Protector

by Jessie G.

  Kyle rocked with him, settling easily into his rhythm as he twisted his head around to nuzzle against Saul’s throat. “Just stupid kids?”

  “That’s what it looked like.” Kyle nodded, but questions lingered in his gaze. Questions he had no intention of answering. “Lola’s at the door now, so if they try again she’ll scare them off.”

  “Lola?” It was more moan than word, just a rumble of sound against his throat where Kyle was making figure eights with his tongue.

  “My Rottweiler.” Saul was fascinated by the vision Kyle presented; face flushed with want, body wrapped in his long limbs, and Javier resting gently on his opposite side. How had he ever been hurt by Javier’s ease in touching Kyle? It was beautiful.

  Sharp teeth nipped at his skin, quick teasing stings that made him smile. If Kyle only knew what he would do once he got his teeth in him. “Where was she?”

  The easy conversation coupled with the leisurely sex play was a new experience. While he liked to think he and Javier communicated well, the sad truth was he filtered nearly every word against what he believed Javier was capable of dealing with. It wasn’t something he ever felt guilty about because it was his job to protect Javier and the conversations they did have would never include this level of open touching. Conversely, because this moment felt so open, he felt guilty that he was keeping the ugly truth from Kyle. How would that have gone over? We’d love to fuck your brains out and, ya know, maybe you could help us fix our relationship, but uh, just FYI someone wants to kill us. Also, just for the sake of full disclosure, I used to kill people for a living and my lover is insane, but I promise you’re safe with us! That could actually win an award for most psychotic pick up line.

  Those sharp teeth nipped at his jaw, pulling him from his crazy thoughts. “Cuddling in Jacky’s bed.”

  Kyle reared back with a grin. “Your Rottie was cuddling?”

  “Yeah, don’t get me started.” Sighing, Saul tightened his hold on Kyle’s body, enjoying the solid feel of it against his. While not overly bulky, the definition was a huge plus. Definitely a guy who could take some manhandling and only want more. “Why are you in my bed, Kyle?”

  That amused grin softened. “You need me here.”

  Before Saul could respond, Kyle kissed him. That pretty mouth moved under his gently, the unhurried caress a seductive invitation for him to take what he needed. Curling one hand behind Kyle’s head, Saul held him still and took over. Without hesitation, Kyle opened for him and remained compliant as he took and gave, leaving no spot unexplored.

  With his first taste satisfied, he whispered against Kyle’s lips, “Now kiss me back.”

  When he took that mouth again, Kyle met him aggressively. Teeth, tongue and lips— caress for caress, stroke for stroke, nip for nip—all without disrupting Javier. The tang of blood exploded on his tongue and Saul lapped at the little wound he’d inflicted on Kyle’s lip. That only seemed to make Kyle more aggressive and their tongues battled over the taste.

  Lifting his head for some much needed air, Saul was pleased to see those pale eyes darken. It was going to hurt to send this beautiful man away, but what choice did he have? Their lives were too dangerous and while he might be a prick for having Kyle here in the first place, he wouldn’t put his life at risk. He should have continued to refuse Javier’s attempts to convince him of a third, but he let his dick do the thinking. It wanted both of them and Saul could only hope one or two hot nights would be enough to appease it. No, it would have to be enough, because Monday morning he was going to do everything in his power to make sure Kyle never looked back.

  “Chase said you were a sadist,” Kyle whispered.

  “I was,” Saul agreed. “Once upon a time.”

  “You’re not anymore?” Was that disappointment in his voice? Kyle would never convince him he had any real experience with the lifestyle. Interest maybe, but real experience? No.

  “Being a sadist is more than just inflicting pain. If that were the case then every Dom or Master would consider themselves one. It’s tying your physical pleasure to inflicting pain and degradation on another. I have and I enjoyed it immensely.” Saul looked at Javier and sighed. “I wasn’t lying when I said that specific lifestyle holds no interest for me anymore. That isn’t to say I wouldn’t be interested in other things, but to be that way with one person while hiding it from another? And still be able to provide both with the structure they need even though their needs would be very different? It would be a very fine, risky line.”

  That was a mild understatement and he was sure Kyle knew it. When he pointed out how hard it must be on Clay to see to both Tory and Evan’s need without someone feeling slighted, Saul knew the real question Kyle was trying to answer was where he would fit in.

  “Because you’d never let Javier see you like that,” Kyle interpreted correctly. “The right third would have to walk that line with you, understand that even when you’re hiding it it’s still in play and not make things harder on you.”

  “In a perfect world,” he agreed, smiling to soften any disappointment Kyle might have. It only took a few hours for Kyle to realize that a relationship with them wouldn’t be the perfectly balanced relationship Clay had found with his boys. Armed with that confirmation, Saul was sure Kyle would be smart enough to walk away. “Tell me about your experiences.”

  “If that’s what you want to call it. It was only a few attempts before I gave up. Farthest any Dom ever went was binding my hands and using a small paddle. There was always this...I don’t know, hesitance on their part.” Kyle sighed and nestled down in his arms. The admission brought the slow rocking of their bodies to a disappointing halt.

  “Did you ever tell them what you wanted to get out of the experience?”

  “No, they never asked.” Kyle shifted again, looking up at him seriously. “Whatever it is that you’re keeping from me, how dangerous is it?”

  Saul didn’t bother to wonder how Kyle knew to ask such a question and he didn’t insult him by lying. “More than I would ever expose you to.”

  Kyle nodded and settled down once again. Saul was almost asleep when, with a barely audible whisper, Kyle rocked his world. “My Mama always said I was infuriatingly stubborn, so on Monday when you tell me all the reasons I should run, just remember that I warned you.”

  CHAPTER 14

  Kyle

  “Wake up, surfer boy.” The words tickled Kyle’s ear and he groaned, and then groaned again when something warm and wet dipped in his ear. “Come on, open those gorgeous eyes. I’m horny.”

  Kyle cracked open one eye as Javier licked a path to his mouth. That teasing tongue stroked his lips, but when he tried to deepen the kiss, Javier inched back. “You do have a way about you, Javi.”

  “I’m unique. Are you awake?”

  Saul shifted, those strong limbs pulling him in, and he instinctively pressed back for more. It was something he could get used to fast and Kyle just wanted to sleep in that embrace for as long as humanly possible. Or at least to make up for the sleep they didn’t get last night. “That depends on what you have in mind.”

  “Well now,” Javier teased, licking at his lips again. “I was thinking about what you said last night. About tag-teaming the man in charge.”

  “Well now,” Kyle mimicked, his interest definitely piqued. It was after two when they stumbled into the room. There had been a mad rush to get undressed, some deliciously hot kisses and then Javier had promptly passed out. As tired and buzzed as they were, he and Saul just chuckled and gave up. The second interlude only a few hours later kept the fires of anticipation hot, but neither was going to fuck with Javier asleep only inches away. It had been a strange extended version of teasing foreplay, something he never had the time or interest in indulging in, and he could privately admit he was enjoying it. “How could I turn down that invitation?”

  “I knew I liked you, surfer boy.” Javier’s excitement chased away all the shadows, making him look even more innocent. There was no ar
guing that he was a very handsome man, his body strong and lean, but there was something fragile and ethereal in his demeanor. The haunting fear in his eyes only added to it, and seeing it gone left behind a young man on the cusp of discovery.

  “Must you call me that?”

  “I must.” Javier pressed close and tried to pull at Saul’s arms, only to have him curl tighter around Kyle. If the unhappy grunt was any indication, Javier would have better luck trying to move a mountain. It was impossible not to laugh at the look of sheer determination as Javier tugged and tugged. “You don’t feel trapped?”

  “No, I feel safe,” Kyle admitted.

  Immediately Javier stopped tugging and cupped his face, all that sexy determination morphing into sincere concern. “Do you need Saul to keep you safe, Kyle?”

  How could he explain without sounding ridiculous? He had a successful career and had been on his own since he was sixteen, going to college and traveling the world, and he could honestly say life was good. Lonely, but good. Fear wasn’t part of that life. Sure there were homophobes and haters, but he knew when and where to be cautious, and how to defend himself if necessary. Other than some harsh words from closed minded bigots, he counted himself lucky to have never been attacked. It made this feeling of safety all the more confusing and impossible to explain. He didn’t need a protector, hadn’t been looking for one, and yet...and yet the first time those arms surrounded him, he feared he breathed his first sigh of relief in too many years.

  The subtle shift and tightening of that embrace was all the indication he needed to know Saul was awake and waiting for his answer. Caught in that physical representation of Javier’s concern, he could only promise, “Not from any one specific thing, Javi.”

  “Do you promise?”

  “I promise.” If he had to look in those concerned eyes one more second he was going to lose his shit and he didn’t even know why. What he needed to do was get the ball rolling on their forty-eight hour fuck-fest. The clock was ticking and he refused to waste another second pondering things best left un-pondered. “So what’s the prize?”

  “The prize?” Damn but Javier was cute with his nose wrinkled in confusion. Kyle couldn’t resist leaning in and rubbing his own against it, causing Javier to giggle. There it was again, boy on the cusp of discovery.

  “For the winner of tongue tag, there’s got to be a prize.” Kyle pretended to think about it and rocked back against Saul, willing him into the game. “I know!”

  Vibrating with anticipation, Javier pressed in close along his front, rubbing their cocks together and begged, “Tell me!”

  And to think, Javier had called him adorable. “Winner gets to ride his cock.”

  Saul rocked him forward and he could feel Javier automatically respond. Just like that they were one fluid movement, now if only Javier were willing to roll over and offer up his ass they could be one fluid fuck chain. Though he was content to be the bottom, Kyle just knew being the guy in the middle of Saul and Javier...in this position...was going to rock his world. The whole staged ménage to get the right camera angle usually included a test of his dexterity and rarely came with a satisfying orgasm. This right here, the leisurely seductive rocking felt so intimate and….damn! Focus, he needed to focus on the moment and store that thought away for the future.

  “Well then what’s the loser get?”

  It was the perfect response. Not that he thought either of them was going to be selfish lovers, but it was always good to get confirmation. “Uhm, I guess that depends. I’m thinking some oral gratification would be a good consolation prize. Does he do that?”

  “Saul? Why wouldn’t he?” Kyle had known many a top who thought it was beneath them to suck cock; apparently Javier never had that problem. “He’s really good, too.”

  Hot damn! Did Saul suck cock the way he kissed, like he had all the time in the world to enjoy it? Kyle was so ready to experience that! “How good?”

  “Like...” Javier chewed on his lower lip as he sought the right words. “Like mind numbing, toe curling, shake you apart and leave you begging for more, good.”

  “Well now—” Kyle teased when he felt Saul’s smug smile against his nape. “—it’s not that I don’t trust your opinion, baby, but I should really judge that for myself.”

  “Always best to experience these things first hand.” Javier nodded seriously. How was he to resist this pair, really?

  “Are the two of you going to talk about it all morning or will there be actual tongue tagging soon?” Saul grumbled. “Not that this hasn’t been amusing, but one of you better make a move or I’m leaving you both here to suffer.”

  “Suffer?” Kyle scoffed, “We’ll just fuck without you.”

  Faster than he could think of why that challenge was such a bad idea, Saul flipped him onto his stomach and pinned him. With Javier squeaking and scurrying back, and Saul giving him his best early morning glare, Kyle could not find a single thing to regret in his statement. In fact, it was all he could do not to pat himself on the back and whoop out an enthusiastic Hell Yes!

  “I would’ve thought a smart pup like you wouldn’t need this spelled out for him. My pups don’t fuck without me and back talk like that will make me impose further sanctions,” Saul warned.

  Kyle really wanted to push his luck. If not for Javier watching them curiously, he would have aimed for the back talker of the year award. With the best impression of contrition he could summon, he begged, “Please forgive me, I got caught up in the teasing and wasn’t thinking. Let me make it up to you, please.”

  Javier inched closer, his eyes on Saul to see what his response would be. Kyle half expected him to call bullshit on his pathetic apology, but wasn’t all that surprised when he relented. Not for either of their benefits, only for Javier’s. In that moment, pinned beneath that hard muscled body, he had all the physical proof he needed to know that Saul would have rather he pushed his luck. There was a second of reluctance before Saul rolled onto his back and shot him a challenging grin. “This better be good, Pup.”

  At his height, ‘boy’ was a term he’d been called far too often. Pup should have made him feel the same disdain. Instead it made him feel…well, it just made him feel. Thank goodness Javier chose that moment to crawl over him, knee grazing a little close to his balls, or he might have let all the warm gooey feelings get the better of him.

  “Good morning.” Javier slithered up Saul’s body to beg for a kiss and Kyle lay where Saul left him, enjoying the show. No denying they were gorgeous together, but what really struck him was the gentle control. If asked, he probably wouldn’t be able to articulate what he was seeing into words anyone would understand. Saul didn’t make any overt gestures to take over and on the surface he seemed to be following Javier’s lead. Unless you were studying them from a mere few inches away, you wouldn’t see the subtle cues that Javier was following. The ones that took the gentle brush of lips deeper and deeper until it appeared that Javier was kissing Saul for all he was worth, when in reality he was accepting everything Saul was willing to give. It was an illusion, one he knew Javier fully realized, and one he feared Saul forgot he was perpetuating. It was beautifully sad.

  Fragile, ethereal Javier was a boy on the cusp of discovery, accepting his cues cloaked in this gentle illusion because his trust in Saul was absolute. If Saul pushed a little more, working slowly through the layers of fear, they could be free of it once and for all. It was the luxury of perspective that he knew Saul didn’t have, because he also lived in fear. Fear of scaring Javier so badly that he’d lose him. It so wasn’t his place, not as a one night or weekend stand, but the need to help these two men just a little was overwhelming.

  When Javier slithered away, starting the oral assault without him, Saul looked over. Where Saul had been seemingly compliant for Javier, those eyes promised Kyle something completely different. Darker, edgier, and it made his whole body come to life. Saul reached over and gripped the back of his neck to drag him over. All the need Kyle sa
w in Saul’s eyes seeped into a kiss that brutalized his mouth until he was a whimpering, melted puddle of lust.

  “That’s fucking hot.” Javier licked at their lips then scurried away.

  “Come back here.” Kyle ripped his mouth from Saul’s and looked into Javier’s wary eyes. Softening his voice, he encouraged, “Come back here.”

  When Javier was close enough, Kyle leaned in and licked that trembling lower lip, stroking it until Javier’s tongue came out to play. Without deepening the kiss, Kyle encouraged Javier while herding him closer to Saul. There was a warning rumble before Saul fisted a hand in his hair, but Kyle didn’t stop. Saul would have to learn to trust that he would use caution with Javier and Kyle knew only action would prove it. So he took the punishing grip, reveled in its roughness even as he shared the tender kiss with Javier and was quickly becoming addicted to the contrast. They were a breath away from Saul’s mouth when their man finally let go. Not the death grip on his hair, but on the tightly held caution. The stroke of Saul’s tongue against their lips had them both moaning in encouragement and Javier hesitated only a second before relaxing completely into the triple tongue play.

  When Javier eased away the second time, Kyle was ready for Saul’s attack. While Javier focused on Saul’s pleasure, Saul’s big hands were racing over Kyle, learning the spots that made him shiver and whimper and moan. All the while Saul devoured his mouth, giving him only seconds to breathe. Suddenly Saul reared back with a harsh curse and he didn’t need to see to know what Javier had done.

  “I want a taste,” Kyle whispered, reaching back to loosen the fingers in his hair. “Let me taste.”

  Instead of releasing him, Saul pushed his head down, his dark eyes warning that he’d pay later for any torture he inflicted now. It only made Kyle want to inflict a lot of oral torture. Javier smiled at him around Saul’s cock and slowly released it, letting him get his first real look. In the middle of the night, it had been too dark to really see. Now, with the sun shining through the window, Kyle could see exactly what was being offered to him.