Double Down (Bad Boy Security Book 3)

by R. Cayden

  Raiden had saved him, and Cash had shown him the truth. Now it was Lawrence’s turn to prove he was strong enough to keep standing and to finally bring them close.

  He pressed his hand to Raiden’s cheek and traced his fingers over his bodyguard’s stubble. “Raiden,” he whispered, then repeated his name again. “Raiden.”

  Cash stepped closer, his towel still hanging at his side. Lawrence noticed the slight limp in his step, and he could see how beaten his body was from the fight in the park. His hand still pressed to Raiden’s cheek, he turned to Cash, urging him closer.

  “A long night,” Cash said. “Don’t we all deserve a reward?”

  Raiden growled, one hand tangled in Lawrence’s hair. “Fuck it,” he gasped, then turned to Cash. “Come here before I change my mind.”

  His back to the wall and one man on either side, Lawrence trembled. He felt overwhelmed by their strength, but it didn’t scare him. It just made him feel safe and held in a way that was unfamiliar. And when Cash pressed his body close, and Raiden stroked his thumb across the other man’s cheek, Lawrence whimpered.

  “How do you like it, boys?” Cash asked. “Slow?” He extended a finger, then traced it in a teasing circle around Lawrence’s quivering lip. “Or fast?” he asked, taking Raiden by the chin, then pulling him quickly into a kiss.

  Lawrence watched as they each tensed, then relaxed into each other. Raiden mashed his mouth against Cash’s, his tongue thick between the other man’s lips, as Cash writhed up against the trunk of Raiden’s thigh. With a flick of his wrist, Raiden tossed the towel to the ground, exposing Cash’s stiff, pink dick, flat against his abs. The head was round and slick, and his foreskin was pulled back tight. Their bodies brushed and teased against Lawrence, who realized he was holding his breath.

  Fuck. It was so hot. Lawrence could feel the give and take between their bodies, like the pleasure they wrestled back and forth surged through him, too. Everything felt right, almost necessary, like their bodies were bonding, heartbeat by heartbeat.

  Raiden gently pushed Cash back, and Cash grunted as he pulled his lips away. He bared his teeth as he grabbed his injured shoulder, then leaned back against the wall beside Lawrence with a pained breath. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I guess I’m not going to impress you with my athleticism tonight.”

  Lawrence and Raiden both laughed, then glanced at each other. Lawrence realized that Raiden and Cash had the same splash of hazel in their eyes, and his heart sang out when Raiden smiled at him.

  “No problem,” Raiden answered. He took Cash’s wrists, then raised them up and pressed them gently against the wall, holding Cash there. “You just need to take care of Lawrence tonight.”

  Lawrence’s breath caught. He stepped away from the wall, joining Raiden. “Me?”

  “Sure,” Raiden answered, his whisper rasping. “You want to show Lawrence how sorry you are for lying to him, don’t you, Cash?”

  Cash licked his lips, then nodded, something strong flaring in his eyes. “That’s an instruction I’d be happy to follow.”

  His heart practically choking up his throat, Lawrence watched as Raiden released Cash and the two men turned their attention to him. Cash pressed his hard, naked body up close to Lawrence, then nibbled his neck, and Lawrence moaned as Raiden’s hand pressed against his chest, exploring before he flicked the buttons open.

  Moaning into the pleasure, Lawrence let Raiden undress him from behind. His bodyguard’s large hands explored Lawrence’s body as Cash kissed at his bare skin. He licked at Lawrence’s collarbone and nibbled on his ear and swirled his tongue gently around each of Lawrence’s hard nipples. Before Lawrence knew it, he was down to his boxer briefs, his cock leaking through the thin fabric.

  “I want this,” Cash said, rubbing his hand up Lawrence’s hard shaft.

  Lawrence turned to Raiden, eager for his approval.

  “Do you want to give Cash your cock, Lawrence?”

  He nodded, biting down on his lip while pleasure throbbed behind his balls. “Yes,” he said. When he noticed Cash’s hand pushed up against Raiden’s hard bulge, he sucked in another sharp breath. “And yours? Please?”

  “Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Raiden answered. He shoved down his jeans, then fished his hard cock from his boxers.

  “Sweetheart,” Cash whispered, nuzzling his nose to Lawrence’s cock. “That’s what I call him, too.”

  Lawrence moaned again. He’d wanted each of them so bad, but he’d never imagined how good it would feel to be with them both at once.

  Cash pulled Lawrence’s pink cock out, then started stroking him with one hand and Raiden with the other. He pulled his hands back long enough to spit in his palms, then rubbed their cocks up against his face, a pleased moan rumbling through his chest. “So good.”

  His eyelids fluttering back, Lawrence watched as Raiden’s thick, purple shaft rubbed up against his. They were both leaking precum, and Cash slicked it up and down their shafts. He gripped hard at Raiden’s base, then palmed Lawrence’s balls as he finally took his tip between his lips.

  Lawrence slammed a hand against the wall as he nearly fell forward. The warm suction was deliciously slow, and he could feel the growing orgasm, like warm pressure inside the deepest part of him. Raiden took Lawrence’s chin and pulled him up for a kiss, and Cash pushed his slick finger back, teasing toward the edge of Lawrence’s hole.

  Raiden’s kiss was deep and hungry, and Lawrence closed his eyes as he gave himself over. He could hear the slick sound of Cash’s hand, pleasuring Raiden as he swallowed Lawrence down and expertly took him into the back of his throat. Lawrence’s whole body lit alive as he jerked his hips and huffed in the musky scent that filled his nose.

  “Feels so good,” Lawrence moaned as Cash stroked the edge of his hole.

  “Tell me what you want,” Raiden breathed, his mouth on Lawrence’s neck, his stubble scrapping the tender skin.

  “I want to come with you,” Lawrence whimpered. “I want to come with you both.”

  “Delicious,” Cash said, swirling his hand up Lawrence’s shaft and sending another jolt of pleasure through his body.

  Raiden pressed his forehead against Lawrence’s. “Perfect,” he agreed, then leaned back.

  Raiden and Lawrence were shoulder to shoulder, Raiden supporting their weight with Cash whimpering at their feet. Lawrence had always been a total bottom and quite submissive. He didn’t think of himself as having any dominant tendencies. But with Raiden in charge and Cash servicing him, he felt a different kind of power taking root. They were both so strong and devoted to what they believed in, and now, they were lighting him up, too.

  Raiden and Lawrence gripped each other’s bases, then jerked each other against Cash’s face. Cash moaned with pleasure, and when Lawrence looked down, he was stroking himself and rubbing his thumb over his leaking tip. Raiden’s growl grew louder and louder, and the pleasure and power pulsing through Lawrence threatened to explode into a hot, sticky release.

  Lawrence whimpered. He tried to hold out as his cock slapped against Raiden’s thicker shaft. Cash swallowed him, sucking up and down his length, then popped his lips off and stretched his jaw wider to take Raiden in. Sweat dotted his forehead, and Lawrence felt all of their bodies tensing together.

  Finally, he couldn’t hold it anymore. Lawrence whined as an orgasm shot through his muscles, then gasped when he sprayed a warm jet across Cash’s cheeks, then another across his lips. Raiden let out a roar as Lawrence gripped his base hard. He felt Raiden get thicker, like steel, and when his roar dropped into a satisfied moan, he thrust his cock deep into Cash’s throat, spilling his release.

  Cash moaned along, then pulled his lips back. He arched his back as he stroked his tip. With cum dripping down his face and between his lips, he shot his load, jet after jet landing at their feet.

  Lawrence’s muscles relaxed. He was dizzy from the release, and if Raiden hadn’t been supporting him, he probably would have fallen to the ground. Instead, hi
s bodyguard helped Cash to his feet, too, then held them both, their bodies warm and sweaty together.

  The room smelled like sex and men, and the scent of it made Lawrence quiver in their arms. Raiden stroked his cheek gently. “Be right back,” he said, his voice low in the silence of the apartment.

  Lawrence turned to Cash, who looked just as dazed as him. “Wow,” he said with a soft laugh.

  Cash smoothed back his hair, then gave Lawrence a quick kiss. “Didn’t see that coming tonight.”

  Lawrence laughed. “Me either.”

  “Damn glad it did, though.”

  Raiden returned, a towel dangling in his hand. Lawrence’s heart melted a little to see him acting so kind, especially to Cash, who didn’t exactly make it easy for him. Raiden handed Lawrence a bottle of water, then wiped Cash off.

  “And I thought you had a stone heart,” Cash teased.

  Raiden snorted a laugh. “Keep talking, Cash, and I might change my mind and not invite you two to spend the night.”

  “Spend the night?” Lawrence asked, caught by surprise.

  Raiden nodded. “I’m not through with keeping an eye on you two, not by a long shot.”

  Cash

  Cash’s shoulder throbbed with pain as he pushed open the door to his apartment. After a night recuperating on Raiden’s couch, he was glad to be back home. He just wished he had cleaned the place before he took off for the dinner party, considering he was actually having new guests over for once.

  “This whole place yours?” Raiden asked. He and Lawrence followed behind, each gazing around the old woodworking studio.

  “The next floor, too,” Cash answered as he crossed to the counter that marked off the kitchen area, then shoved some scattered papers into a pile. “Espresso?”

  “Sure!” Lawrence said brightly.

  “How about just a cup of coffee?” Raiden asked.

  “Three espressos!” Cash answered brightly. “Coming right up.”

  He busied himself at the machine but kept an eye on the guys. Raiden was wearing a black tank and a big pair of cargo shorts and the same scuffed black boots as always. He was rough around the edges, and Cash appreciated that it meant he cut the bullshit. Raiden was quick, too, and observant, and he didn’t waste any time finding the maps and papers Cash had pinned to the walls and inspecting them with a furrowed brow.

  Lawrence’s attention, on the other hand, went straight to the desktop computers, circuit boards, and random hacker detritus that filled the tables. The trio had stopped by Lawrence’s apartment on the way so he could grab a couple things, and he was sporting a denim romper, an outfit that only Lawrence could pull off so effortlessly. Cash bit his lip when he saw the way the denim hugged Lawrence’s cute rear while he leaned over the table.

  Shrugging, he decided to let them at it. He’d already gotten himself deep in this, whatever in the hell this was. It was one thing to show his cards back at Raiden’s apartment. But when he’d come out of the shower and seen the two of them together, touching and moaning, his brain had short-circuited. He needed to be right there with them, even if it did break every rule and safety protocol he could imagine.

  Anyway, Cash had gotten by for years by thinking on his toes and improvising creative solutions to his problems. When Raiden had insisted they come along as he tried to make sense of the files he stole from Lawrence’s father, it only made sense to acquiesce. Lawrence and Raiden made powerful allies, and sharing the truth of who he was with them was a strange exhilaration, the same way having them in his house felt like a true risk.

  The machine gurgled out the last espresso; then Cash gathered the three little cups in his hands. “Find anything interesting?” he asked, meeting them in the middle of the cavernous room.

  Raiden took his espresso, then frowned at it. “Thanks, I guess.”

  Cash waggled his eyebrows. “I thought it would look cute. You know. Tiny cup. Big hands.”

  “Thank you,” Lawrence said as he took his own cup. “How long have you been here, Cash?”

  Cash scrunched his mouth as he thought. “Three years? Something like that,” he answered, then gestured to the old couches that had come with the place, pushed near one of the large windows, and they all took seats. “Long enough to be comfortable.” He felt another pang of desire, just looking at the two of them. He was a true switch, as interested in being bossed around as he was in taking charge, but it had been quite a while since a man took control the way Raiden had. It felt electric to kneel at their feet, servicing them both at once, their hard cocks in his hand and his mouth, like he was the conduit between their pleasure.

  “Have you been tracking Horizon Zed that whole time?” Raiden asked, snapping Cash back to reality.

  “Primarily, yes,” he answered. “I take up the odd job here and there, when I need the funds or the connections. A little high-class cat burglary. The occasional surveillance job or mercenary hacking marathon.” He reached across the glass-topped coffee table, then pulled his laptop closer. “Speaking of which, do you have that hard drive?”

  Lawrence fished in his fanny pack, then tossed the hard drive to Cash. He set the files to transfer, then leaned back, satisfied with the payload. “Beautiful,” he said quietly. “Absolutely perfect.”

  “What’s the next step?” Lawrence asked. “You go through those files and the files you got from the Senator’s office, and then what? Do you send them to the newspaper or something? Call the FBI?”

  Cash sipped the bitter coffee. “You know your father, Lawrence.”

  “Oh, right.” Lawrence scratched the back of his head. “He basically owns the newspaper.”

  “And a share of the FBI,” Cash added. “If I ever get the right evidence, I’ll try to take the corporation down properly. But for the most part, I just try to stay a step ahead of them. Undermine their moves, warn the people they’re going to hurt, and generally try to be a big, expensive pain in the ass.”

  Raiden nodded toward the papers, taped to the brick walls. “That’s what this is all about?”

  “Mostly,” Cash answered. “You want me to walk you through it?”

  Raiden and Lawrence both looked surprised. “I thought everything was top secret?” Lawrence asked. “Raiden practically had to threaten you with another beating before you agreed to let us come over in the first place.”

  Cash put his cup down with a nod. “Safety first, like they always say. But I am quite curious to pick your brain, Lawrence, and I suppose I’m asking for both of you to trust me, aren’t I?” He bounced his leg over his knee, trying to find a delicate way to explain himself. “I know you want to stop whatever it is your father is planning with the senator, Lawrence, but do you understand what that entails? Even if there is no love lost between the two of you, it’s still a lot, to turn on your family.”

  Lawrence’s face tightened, and Raiden rested a hand on his shoulder. “I understand,” Lawrence said. “But I’m not the one who is turning on them, not when they already turned on me. The second my father figured out that I wouldn’t play along with his corporate games, I was dead to him. And my mother has been consumed with drinking and abusing her personal assistants for years. I swear, she forgets I exist half the time. They already gave up on me…” He trailed off, then shook his head. “I’m tired of feeling powerless. I’m ready to do something.”

  A thrill tickled the back of Cash’s neck. Lawrence was surprising him more and more every day. He turned to Raiden and saw how impressed the other man was by Lawrence’s conviction. The way they touched each other didn’t even make Cash feel jealous; it just felt right.

  “No use in waiting around then,” Cash said. “I can walk you through what I have, and we can split up the new files between the three of us.” He rose to his feet, then stopped and winced when a jolt of pain shot down his back. “God damn, Raiden,” he hissed. “I don’t think I’ve taken a beating like that in years.”

  Raiden grinned. “I’m glad we settled it before we started worki
ng together.”

  “Settled what?”

  Raiden stood, then mussed up his hair. “Who the better fighter is.”

  Cash swatted his hand away. “I wouldn’t go that far,” he muttered under his breath.

  “I’m sure you’ve still got a few tricks up your sleeve. After a bruising like you took, most people would be laid out in bed, moaning and groaning.” Cash waggled his eyebrows at Raiden again, and Raiden grunted in what seemed to be a failed attempt to ignore him. “That’s why I’m going to pull rank here and insist you take care of a few other things before you get to work.”

  “Pull rank?” Cash asked, frowning. “You think you’re in charge?”

  Lawrence giggled. “Sure he does. So do you!”

  Cash supposed that was true, and he shot Lawrence a quick wink.

  “I know you won’t wear a sling,” Raiden said, “but I’m going to go pick you up a shoulder brace, at least while you’re healing. And you should hop in the shower, wash your scratches carefully, and take some Tylenol for the swelling.”

  Cash sighed. He knew that Raiden was right. And clearly, the man had been through plenty of his own injuries. He was just so used to ignoring self care and using obsessive work as his therapy.

  Lawrence caught Cash’s eye, then smiled softly. “It’s probably a good idea,” he said.

  Cash mumbled under his breath but nodded. That was the risk of letting someone in his life, after all.

  They might actually start to care about him.

  LAWRENCE

  Lawrence sat at the desk, light streaming through the dirty old windows. Cash had left him with a pile of printed emails from the senator’s office, and he fanned through the papers the best he could. Most of them made no sense to Lawrence, referencing committees and hearings and pending legislation, but every now and then a glimmer of something he recognized came through, like the name of a ski resort his father frequented or the tiny island off of Panama where he sometimes went for business retreats. He pulled those ones from the stacks, queasy as he wondered what his father was scheming now.