Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6

by Jayne Rylon

  “Yes?” He whipped his stare to her, assessing even as he lit up with affection and…respect?

  “Hurry, please.”

  He nodded. “It’s time.”

  Ben withdrew his fingers, wiping them on one of the T-shirts that littered the floor. He climbed onto the bed behind them, making it dip. “You ready for me?”

  “So ready,” Ryan assured him, although Shari suspected Ben had cut his preparations short for her sake.

  “Have you been playing with that plug in your drawer? That thing is huge.”

  “Yeah. Like you.” Ryan might have earned himself another spank for that if both men weren’t so close to the edge. “I wanted to be prepared, just in case.”

  His eyes seemed brighter then, as Shari watched so closely.

  It was like he’d been given another chance at something he assumed he’d never have.

  To share this with him—with them—was a humbling experience.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered, and he did.

  “I’m glad you stayed primed,” Ben growled as he bit Ryan’s shoulder. “Because this isn’t going to be some drawn out affair. Watching the two of you has me crazy. Living with you without touching you has been like months of foreplay. I need relief. And I’m going to use you to get it.”

  “Yes!” Ryan pushed his ass back, slipping slightly from her pussy. “Let me give you that.”

  Then there was no more talking, only action. Ben and Ryan gasped in unison.

  Ryan clenched his jaw until she distracted him with another lingering kiss at odds with the relentless slap of his pelvis against hers. He groaned into her mouth, trying to speak. Instead he only managed a few incoherent pleas that had her hoping she was giving him everything he needed.

  They moved as one then, sometimes in harmony and sometimes in counterpoint, but always in the style that maximized each of their pleasure. Over and over, Ryan chanted their names and Ben swore, “I’m here. I’ve got you. And I’m never letting go again.”

  “Have to come!” Ryan shouted. “So close.”

  Shari looked up into the faces of two men she could easily fall for. Both of them wore the same expression. One of utter shock, relief, and euphoria.

  Come to think of it, hers probably matched exactly.

  She was right there with them.

  “Yes. Do it. Now.” Ben granted Ryan release, and in doing so, gave himself the same permission.

  Shari too.

  Together, they came.

  Ryan flooded her pussy with hot blasts of fluid that quickly overflowed her. She could only imagine that Ben did the same to Ryan’s ass by the groans and curses the men shouted as they jerked above her. Their combined weight and the pressure of their hips bumping into hers added to her enjoyment.

  Even as she continued to spasm, she laughed. And laughed.

  Until she cried.

  18

  “Um, Shar. You…okay?” Ryan asked between great huffs of air.

  Way to act the psycho chick, Shari.

  “Relieved.” The more she tried to hold in her sobs, the faster they erupted from her.

  “Hey, it’s okay. We’re here. We’ve got you.” Ryan kissed the tears from her cheeks. When he groaned, she figured Ben had withdrawn.

  That only made her more upset, that she might have cut his pleasure short. Forced them to separate after only just coming together again.

  Softening rapidly, Ryan’s cock slipped from her pussy and a warm rush of his semen followed behind, leaving her afraid to move and stain the blankets more than she probably already had.

  Overwhelmed, she clung to him.

  Ben rounded the bed and crouched near her head. He swiped her hair, damp with perspiration, from her face and tucked it behind her ears. When she tried to duck her head, neither of the guys would permit her to hide.

  “It’s fine to get this out,” Ben murmured in her ear as they peppered her with kisses. “However you feel, that’s okay.”

  “Almost gave up.” A hiccup cut her explanation in half. “What if I never got to share that with you two? What if I’d lived my whole life and never knew what I was missing?”

  “It would have been my fault.” He brushed the corners of her eyes with the backs of his knuckles.

  “That doesn’t matter anymore,” Ryan added. “Because it did happen. And it will again. Like seventeen times a week if I have anything to say about it.”

  Shari laughed at that. “Ambitious. I might have to train for a sexathon like that.”

  Now that her endocrine system had shifted out of overdrive, she could feel how hard she’d pushed her body. A wince must have clued in the guys too.

  “Why don’t I get you cleaned up?” Ryan asked as he pushed onto straight-locked arms, then glanced between them.

  “Uh oh.”

  Ben’s gaze whipped to her groin, where Ryan was staring, looking rather alarmed.

  Shari struggled to get her elbows beneath her so she could see the alien baby she half expected to find there, given his wide eyes.

  “Ben, why didn’t you tell me to be more careful?” He scrubbed his hand through his hair. “I lost track of everything except burying myself in her. Shit, I made her bleed.”

  “What?” Ben was there, inspecting both her pussy and the traces of red streaking Ryan’s dick. “Did this happen last night? Or were you gentle with her when you made love?”

  Ryan cleared his throat then peeked down at her. Oh, hell no. She wasn’t fielding that one.

  “Uh…”

  “I won’t freak out. Though I wish I could have seen that, since I’m apparently never going to be able to keep myself under wraps long enough for that kind of sweet sex myself.” Ben looked between them, clearly trying to decode their glances.

  “I’m not worried about that. We’ll try it, someday.” Ryan met Ben’s stare. “Last night, though, we sort of didn’t get that far. You know, before we answered your calls. And then there was cake-making, which took all night…”

  “Are you kidding me? You obviously spent the entire evening in bed together. Are you telling me you didn’t fuck each other’s brains out?” Ben’s skepticism twisted his features. “I could tell everything had changed between you when you showed up today. What happened?”

  Shari felt her cheeks heat as he carefully examined her tender flesh while Ryan looked on.

  “I might have been preoccupied with eating her instead. Her pussy is sweet. And she sounds so beautiful when she comes. It’s like a siren song making me want to hear her scream my name again and again.” He rubbed his rejuvenating hard-on. “Shit. I’m going to get another boner thinking about it. Maybe we should do some more of that.”

  “Damn, we should probably have worked up to that wild ride then. Do you feel okay?” Ben asked her before reassuring his partner. “I don’t think it’s as scary as it looks, Ry. There’s a tiny tear at the bottom, right here. I’m gonna guess it’s still bleeding a little because she’s so wet. Or maybe it’s like when you nick your neck shaving and it just won’t quit. I can call Lacey or Jambrea if you think we should, though.”

  “No!” Shari shot to a sitting position then. “Hey docs, I’m right here, and I’m fine. The best I’ve ever felt, actually. Do not call them. They’ll freak out and overreact and next thing we know there will be half of the OSPD crowded around this freaking bed taking an incident report that’s really a play-by-play of how well you fucked my brains out. Absolutely not. No one else is poking around down there tonight.”

  Ryan grinned at that. “You’re right. She’s fine.”

  “Has this ever happened to you before?” Ben asked. “Next time I hope you’ll tell us if you’re uncomfortable. It’s like I was afraid of, you know, that we might be too rough—too much for you—since…”

  “Hey. Quit that.” She went to him, rising with assistance from Ryan’s palm under her elbow. Then she snuggled against Ben’s chest. “I loved every minute. I swear. I didn’t feel real pain. A twinge of discomfort while R
y was first getting settled in, maybe, but that’s it. Everything you two did was incredible. I promise.”

  Ryan stroked her hair while Ben rocked her gently. She could fall asleep right there between them so easily.

  “Answer his question, though, Shar,” Ryan insisted. “Is this normal for you? Otherwise, maybe we should have one of the nurses take a look.”

  “Oh. Well, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience,” she mumbled, figuring the odds that they’d let this topic drop were probably about as bad as the probability of winning the Mega Millions, considering she’d never bothered to make the trek into the city to buy a ticket.

  “What does that mean?” Ben’s spine stiffened beneath her wandering hands.

  “Please tell me you were not a virgin an hour ago,” Ryan begged.

  “I wasn’t, but let’s say that if we count both of you, I’ve now been with three guys. And the first time was a couple years ago. One of John’s soldier friends did the honors up against a barn wall. When he realized he’d popped my cherry, he pulled out, zipped up, then bolted before he even came. Probably worried my brother would have sliced him to bits in his sleep, which he was very capable of doing. Other than that, there wasn’t really anyone around to hook up with. I wasn’t lying before. I’ve spent most of my life alone.”

  The guys eyeing each other over her head pissed her off.

  “I didn’t tell you that so you’d pity me. Just know my history was nothing special, and definitely not enough data for me to know what’s normal. I’ve never managed to do that to myself and I have a pretty extensive vibrator collection—thank you, online shopping. None of my battery-operated boyfriends are as well-endowed as you guys, though.”

  “Oh shit, now that I have to see. Why didn’t you mention that last night?” Ryan leaned in, nuzzling her neck. “I assumed the friend of yours I met was the only one in that drawer or I would have gladly returned the favor.”

  “I was hoping you were going to be my real live boy toy.” She turned and grinned at him. “Until we got interrupted.”

  “Damn, man,” Ryan faux-glared at Ben. “You owe me one.”

  “Here I thought I just gave you one.” Ben’s smile illuminated his face. It elevated him from smoldering to cover-worthy hotness.

  Shari hadn’t known Ben before the Sex Offender scandal had reforged him into the man he was today, but she imagined that was how he’d been most of the time. Her heart ached to see how different he was, even as a shred of hope made her determined to put this look on his face as often as possible from here on out.

  Ryan gazed over at her and nodded as if he gave her mental plan a thumbs-up.

  “Well, if she’s okay, then I suggest we move on. Next time, we’ll be more mindful of our differences.” Ben rubbed Ryan’s back, as if trying to convince him he was absolved of any perceived wrongdoing.

  “Can I take care of her, please?” Ryan asked Ben.

  “Why don’t you ask her what she wants?”

  “Please, Shar.” His expressive eyes were impossible to resist. Not that she could function properly on her own at the moment in any case.

  Ben mistook her delayed response as a result of her addled mind for hesitation.

  “Let him,” Ben suggested. “This is part of what he needs.”

  When she nodded, Ryan picked her up and cradled her in his arms. So she rested her head on his strong shoulder.

  “Thank you for trusting me. For letting me serve you.” Ryan’s hoarseness caught her attention. When she glanced up, his eyes shone.

  What was that about?

  “Since you’ve got her, I’m going to my room to grab a quick shower. I’ll meet you back here when you’re finished,” Ben said.

  “Sounds good,” Ryan agreed.

  Ben put his arms around Ryan, and her by default. He hugged them both then dropped a kiss on each of their lips before strutting down the hall.

  Both she and Ryan stared until his bare ass and broad shoulders were out of sight.

  Hell, even his calves were sexy.

  Shari patted Ryan’s chest. “We’re awfully blessed, you know that?”

  “I sure do.” He flashed her that full-on smile that brightened her world a few shades every time she earned it from him.

  Then he walked a few doors down to the bathroom usually reserved for Julie, if the purple sparkly accessories were any indication.

  Pipes clanked in the wall when a shower switched on in the bathroom she knew the guys shared next door. Ryan perched on the closed toilet lid and cradled her on his lap, leaning over to turn the antique brass fixture marked with an H.

  “Am I squashing you? I can get in now.” She shifted restlessly.

  His arms banded tighter around her waist. “That tub is no joke. It’s cast iron and cold as a well digger’s ass if you don’t let the water heat it up first. We spent enough nights freezing our balls off on a concrete floor that I don’t ever want to feel that uncomfortable again. You either.”

  “All right. I don’t want to take advantage of your nature, though. Tell me when you’re tired of lugging me around, huh?” She laughed, but he didn’t.

  “I like doing things for you. Let me spoil you,” he implored. “I’ve spent most of my life taking care of Ellie since our parents died. Now she’s got Lucas, and with things between me and Ben the way they were, I’ve felt kind of…useless…for a while. I need to be needed. Hell, last week Julie started climbing on the counters to get stuff off the top shelf. She’s so independent for her age that was pretty much the only thing I was good for anymore.”

  “I highly doubt that’s true, but I’m more than willing to sacrifice if it means I get to stay here in your arms.”

  For a while he tended to her in silence, dumping some of Julie’s bubble bath into the steamy water then lighting a candle on the surround. Their mutual calm temporarily dissipated when Ben’s off-key singing cut through their moment, making them both chuckle.

  “No matter how much I do for you, it’ll never be as much as you’ve done for him already.” Ryan tipped his chin toward his chest so that he could kiss her with slow, sensual glides of his lips as Ben’s impromptu serenade faded. Then he simply held her and let her do the same for him in return.

  The blank space gave her mind room to wander. He’d done such an amazing job essentially raising Ellie, and now Julie. Eventually, she asked, “Do you want kids of your own someday? You’re so good with them.”

  He smiled warmly then. “It wasn’t something I thought was in the cards for me, except for maybe adopting. To be honest, I always kind of suspected I’d end up with a trans woman. You know, rocking body, nice tits, and a huge cock. But…everything else aside, yeah. I’d like that. A lot.”

  “Me too.” She imagined what it would be like to have a huge family. Plenty of people to fill up the long dining room table at the ranch. They’d never be alone again.

  It sounded perfect to her.

  When Ryan was satisfied with the level in the tub, he placed her carefully in the citrus-scented water. Right then, the shower cut off in the adjoining bathroom. She daydreamed about what Ben’s body would look like as droplets of water sluiced off it.

  “Hey, Ben,” Ryan hollered, startling her.

  “Yeah?” he boomed from the room next door.

  “You up for a half-dozen rug rats?”

  “As long as you’re on diaper duty.”

  “Deal.” Ryan grinned down at her. “That was easy.”

  She splashed him. “I was being serious.”

  “Me too.” He dunked a clean cloth in the water before soaping it and spreading the suds across her upper body. Every pass of his fabric-covered hand relaxed her further. “You’ve seen Ben with Julie. She’s his whole world. He loves having her in his life. We may not always know the right way to handle things, but we’re learning. I think we make pretty great parents, actually.”

  “Judging by how happy you made that little girl today, I’d say you’re right.” Shari lost an
other piece of her heart to them just thinking about it.

  “She does love cake. I think she gets that from me.” Ryan grinned.

  “Probably so,” she agreed. “But I was referring to the look on her face when she flung herself at you on the sidewalk. It was you she wanted more than anything.”

  “Don’t know why. I kind of ruined her party, didn’t I?” He rubbed his temples.

  “Next time you come up to the ranch, I’ll let her ride my horse. I’m pretty sure that’ll make up for it.”

  “I’ll be uncle of the century.” He smiled softly as he shook his head. “You know, it’s unbelievable the prospects that can emerge from the darkest days of your life. If you hang in there long enough to get past the shit, you never know what could be waiting on the other side.”

  “I’m so proud you never gave up. For all of our sakes.”

  “Me too.” He finished attending to her with meticulous care. She had about as much resistance left in her as a wet noodle by the time he’d washed her hair, scrubbed her back, then gently cleaned between her legs. Aware he also removed the last traces of his own semen from her skin, she would have been bummed except she planned to have him paint her with his lust again soon.

  And often.

  By the time he dried her off, thoroughly and gently, she swayed on her feet.

  “Whoa.” He dropped the towel, steadying her before swinging her into his arms once more.

  “Sorry.” She struggled to keep her eyes open without much success.

  “Go ahead. Sleep.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll tuck you in.”

  “You’re not going to leave me by myself, right?” she asked without caring that the question made her sound clingy and sort of desperate. He wanted her to need him. She did. So much.

  “Hell, no,” he swore. “I’m going to give you to Ben while I clean up and then I’ll join the two of you. It’ll be a tight squeeze, but hey, I’m always up for a snugglefest. Tomorrow, while Ben’s at work and Julie’s at school, maybe you and I can go bed shopping for something that the three of us will fit more comfortably in.”

  She smiled, her eyes already drifting shut as he carried her into his room.