Sin & Saint (Executioners Book 4)

by J. M. Dabney

  “What are we going to do when we get to your house?”

  “I want you two in my bed.”

  “And what would being in your bed entail, Sheriff?”

  “For tonight, just sleep. Soon though, I won’t be content with just sleeping between you two.”

  His cock hardened, and he shifted on the seat. He and Saint had envisioned what Camden would do to them so many times since they’d seen him. What it would be like to be fucked or made love to by the big man. He’d never slept beside anyone but Saint. Wouldn’t everyone be surprised to know the most action he’d gotten in his twenty-three years was from his toys? He’d stupidly fucked one guy in his life, and that was the worst experience he’d ever had.

  “Can I tell you a secret? Even Saint doesn’t know.”

  “You can tell me anything, but can I ask why Ellison doesn’t know?”

  “I’m a little embarrassed.”

  “Then it will be just between the two of us until you’re ready to share with him.”

  “All those nights Saint thought I was out getting laid. I wasn’t. I slept with a guy once, and it hurt too much to enjoy.”

  “Didn’t he take the time to love on you first?”

  “I don’t think he cared whether I liked it or not.”

  “Well, that won’t happen with me.”

  “I didn’t think it would,” he said as they pulled off the main road onto the gravel drive to Camden’s house. Quickly the big house came into view. “I always, no, Saint and me, fell in love with your house the first time we stepped inside.”

  “It was an impulse buy.”

  “Wow, my impulse buys are whether I want the name brand ice cream or the store brand.”

  Camden pulled to a stop in front of the white picket fence.

  “I’d looked at renting one of the apartments over the businesses on Main Street, but the minute I saw this place, I had to have it. The listing was a year old, and the Realtor said that the owner didn’t want to break up the land into smaller plots.”

  Camden turned off the vehicle, flipped through the keys and handed him the house key.

  “Unlock the door, and I’ll carry Ellison inside.”

  He opened the door and hopped out to run for the door. He glanced back over his shoulder and grinned at Camden with Saint gently cradled in his arms. No matter how many times he saw them together, he couldn’t get over how great they looked together.

  He reached inside and turned on the light, then stepped back to let Camden pass. He closed and locked the door behind them. A lamp was on in the living room, but he followed Camden up the steps to the second floor. All the doors were closed as they walked down the hall toward an opened doorway. His stomach started to knot the closer they approached Camden’s bedroom.

  Camden said nothing was going happen tonight, but it was the fact they’d be sleeping in bed with him that was nerve-wracking.

  “Turn the bed down.”

  He rushed forward. The bed was huge compared to his and Saint’s full-sized bed. He pulled the comforter and sheet down; then he stepped back to watch Camden slowly strip Saint of his shoes and clothes down to Saint’s pink briefs.

  “You’re good with him.”

  Camden didn’t reply until the big man had covered Saint and tucked him in tight. Camden straightened and turned to him.

  “Am I good to you?” Camden asked.

  The big man closed the distance between them, and he didn’t know why, but he started backing up until the wall beside the door stopped him. Camden placed his hands flat beside his head.

  “You going to answer me?”

  A sexy smirk tilted one corner of Camden’s full lips, and he swore he was going to melt right into the surface behind him.

  “Do I make you nervous, Eric?”

  He quickly nodded. He shouldn’t be nervous. This is what he’d wanted for so long. He held his breath as Camden seemed to lower his mouth to his in slow motion. The feather-light kiss that landed on the corner of his mouth, then repeated on the other side surprising him. He’d expected an all-out assault—something harder—but it was tender and slow. A seduction, that’s what the kiss felt like.

  He raised his arm to wrap around Camden’s neck and then Camden’s hands were on his waist lifting him up. Camden pinned him to the wall with his hips. He locked his ankles at the small of Camden’s back. The big man let out a deep, rumbling growl and his dick hardened.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy. Do you know how hard it was to tell you two no that night at Brawlers?”

  Camden brushed caresses to his mouth, the man’s long goatee and mustache teasing his skin, and he swore his brain was shutting down.

  “You wanted us then?”

  Camden’s hands bracketed his face, and rough thumbs stroked along the curve of his lower lip. The thick ridge of Camden’s dick pushed to his ass, and he tried not to giggle as Twitch’s question came to mind. That wouldn’t come across as adult at all.

  “You don’t know how much. Part of me was pissed you came up to some random man in the bar, and the other wanted to take you both home with me.”

  “We would’ve gone.”

  Camden rested his forehead against his and sighed. “I know, baby, but I’m old.”

  “You’re not old. Bull and Gregory…”

  “I know, same age difference. I have tomorrow off, can you and Ellison spend it with me?”

  “You’re in luck, Fred works tomorrow.”

  “Good, I was going to tell you two to call in sick.”

  He chuckled as Camden lowered him to his feet. “We so would have.”

  “I’m going to jump in the shower.”

  “Want some company?”

  “Get your ass in the bathroom.”

  His eyes went wide because he hadn’t expected Camden to take him up on the offer. The sharp smack to his ass had him running to the bathroom off of Camden’s bedroom. He turned to walk backward watching as Camden strode toward him. The big man pulled the hem of his uniform shirt from his jeans. Camden unbuttoned it exposing a thin line from his outie bellybutton to disappear into Camden’s pants. Next was perfect abs and a powerful chest covered in tight black curls as Camden dragged it off his broad shoulders. No matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, nothing came close to reality.

  He visually traced Camden’s ink that covered both of the big man’s ribs and both arms from shoulder to wrist. It was a mosaic of skulls, black roses, and Gothic scrollwork.

  “Eric?”

  He hadn’t realized how distracted he’d become with looking at Camden. “Yes?”

  “Strip.”

  Before the order completely left Camden’s mouth, he reached behind and grabbed the back of his shirt. He dragged it over his head and let it fall to the floor. He swallowed hard as he undid his jeans and pushed them along with his underwear down his legs. When he kicked them aside, he stood there, his body shaking as Camden stared at him. Camden’s eyes were heavy-lidded and dark as the man’s gaze moved over him.

  “More beautiful than I ever imagined.”

  Camden said it so quietly that he wondered if the man even knew he’d said it aloud. He watched as Camden bent at the waist, lifted his pant legs, and untied his black boots. With efficient movements, Camden stripped, and his clothes made it to the pile.

  Unholy fucking shit! He jerked terrified he’d said it out loud.

  Camden was long, thick, and slightly curved to the left. Camden was hard, and the dark, fat head was glistening with pre-come. What shocked him more than the size was the Jacob’s ladder of several small barbells that ran the length. He hadn’t expected piercings.

  Camden closed the few feet between them. He shuddered as Camden’s hot skin met his for the first time. The tip of his cock bumped Camden’s heavy balls as Camden’s length pushed into his stomach. Camden’s arm went around him, and he let Camden walk him backward.

  He hugged Camden’s waist as the man turned on the shower. The silence made him nervous.
He tried to figure out what was going on in Camden’s head. He sighed as he stepped under the hot spray, then hissed as his back was pushed to cold tile.

  The water was suddenly turned off. Camden dropped to his knees, and the man’s mouth latched onto his right nipple and bit. The pain, but strange pleasure, made him tip his head back. Then the suction was hard enough he knew Camden was leaving a mark. He curled his hands around the back of Camden’s head, the stubble rough under his fingers and palms. Camden moved over his torso leaving sharp bites and stinging sucks. He moaned and tried to keep his thighs from shaking, but one second he was partially holding it together and then Camden swallowed the entire length of his dick.

  He cried out at the extreme ecstasy. Camden growled and bobbed along his cock. He dropped his gaze to watch Camden sucking him off. The shock of the big man on his knees for him took his breath. He sucked in his stomach and curled forward—the pressure was too much. As a blunt finger pushed at his hole, he tensed and came embarrassingly quickly as the tip of Camden’s finger pushed inside him.

  He leaned boneless against the wall and then Camden’s mouth was on his. The kiss wasn’t like the one in the bedroom. This was a claiming. He tasted himself on Camden’s tongue. The quickness of Camden spinning him and his cheek pressed against the tile shocked him.

  “Camden—”

  “Shh, baby, I’m not taking you tonight,” Camden whispered in his ear as the man’s huge hand splayed across his stomach. “But I need to come, and I want it on that sexy ass of yours.” Camden flexed and bent him over slightly, and he flattened his hands against the wall.

  Camden’s dick notched between his cheeks, and the barbells felt odd in his crease. He imagined Camden’s cock inside him, but he wasn’t ready. Soon, but not yet. Camden’s teeth sank into his shoulder as rode his crease. The man’s heavy balls slapped against his thighs, and the jewelry rubbed his sensitive hole. Camden held tight to the front of his thighs—fingers digging in almost painful where leg met groin.

  His man grunted while thrusting—the sounds and feel of Camden overwhelmed him. He’d just come, but his cock ached.

  “You feel so fucking right. Perfect.”

  “Camden.”

  “No, baby, you know what I want to hear. Fucking say it, tell me.”

  He laid his forehead against the cool tile. The word repeated in his head. He’d known, they’d both sensed it, and he needed to give Camden what he wanted, what they all wanted. “Daddy.”

  “Fuck, boy, say it again. What do you want your Daddy to do?”

  “Come on my ass, Daddy, please.”

  Camden’s hand curved around the front of his throat and pulled his body into an arch. He felt Camden move away enough to stroke his cock, the head just pushing at his hole. The burn was slight, and then Camden arched behind him. The warmth of Camden’s release painted his hole, and Camden's fingers contracted to tip his head back enough for Camden to kiss him as Camden continued to stroke, was amazing.

  “Fuck.” Camden hugged him back against him.

  He felt safe and loved as Camden dropped kisses on his cheek and shoulder.

  “You okay, baby? I didn’t mean to let it go that far. I just wanted you to feel good.”

  “Perfect.”

  “Let’s get cleaned up and then we’ll go get into bed with Ellison.”

  He nodded, the water was turned back on, and Camden slowly and lovingly washed him from head to toe. He was turned on and hard again before Camden was done. Camden sat him on the tiled bench of the huge shower stall. He couldn’t help the silly grin that he felt pulling at his mouth as he observed Camden take his own shower. He hadn’t lied when he said this was perfect. Camden erased every bad memory he had.

  Shortly, Camden had them both dried off and tucked into bed, him on one side of Camden and Saint on the other. Camden’s arms around them both, their heads on his chest. His and Saint’s dreams were coming true. Camden brushed a kiss to both their foreheads before he closed his eyes, his mind quickly shutting down and he laced his fingers through Saint’s as he fell asleep.

  Nine

  His Boys Were in His House Where They Belonged

  Camden awoke to the oddness of someone else in the bed with him. He’d never slept with someone before especially not two someones. Eric and Ellison’s smooth warm skin plastered to his sides and their slim legs thrown over his thighs. He smiled at their fingers still linked together. He’d watched them long after they fell asleep. A long time had passed since he’d opened his eyes not dreading his day. Normally he was up and already out the door, but he was content to lay there.

  His boys groaned in unison, curled up until they were tucked under his arms.

  “There better be coffee,” Eric growled.

  Wasn’t that fucking cute? It would figure at least one of them wasn’t a morning person.

  “No, there isn’t.”

  “That must be remedied.” Sin lifted his head, gave him a quick kiss and rolled from the bed.

  He didn’t mention Sin’s nakedness as the man left the room. No one ever came out there. He eased away from Ellison and tucked the covers back around him. The man was truly beautiful. He tucked Ellison’s soft hair behind his ear and leaned forward to brush a kiss on Ellison’s forehead. He got out of bed and headed to his bathroom to take a piss and brush his teeth.

  He quickly took care of his morning routine, but instead of heading downstairs, he returned to bed. Ellison was on his back, his arms and legs sprawled across the bed. The scent of coffee traveled from the kitchen. Scary and Linus said splitting his time between the two wouldn’t be perfect. He and Eric had spent time together. Yet now it was time for Ellison to have his undivided attention.

  He lay back down, fisted his left hand in the covers and tugged the comforter and sheet down exposing Ellison’s creamy skin. Freckles dotted his shoulders and chest. The little paunch of Ellison’s stomach teased him, and he lay down kissing the softness. Ellison smelled like vanilla. He sucked and kissed from Ellison’s belly upward. Ellison moaned and arched in his sleep. His dick hardened where it pressed against Ellison’s thigh. He hugged his boy close as he gently kissed Ellison awake.

  Slim arms twined around his neck, and Ellison lifted into his kiss.

  Ellison lowered his head back to the pillow and gave him a sleepy smile.

  “There better be coffee.”

  “Do you and Eric share a brain?”

  “Is he making coffee?”

  “Yes, he is.” He stroked his hand down Ellison’s chest enjoying the sight of his big, rough hand on Ellison’s soft, flawless skin.

  “He’s always been my favorite brother.”

  Why hadn’t he heard about more of them? Fuck, he didn’t think he could deal with another one like Eric and Ellison.

  “Is there more of you?”

  “You don’t have to sound so horrified. But no, it’s just me and Sin. Sin isn’t here.”

  “Are you nervous about being alone with me? Be honest, if I don’t know how you’re feeling, I can’t take care of you.”

  “Yes.”

  Ellison tried to look away, but he took his boy’s pointed chin in his hand. “When you talk to me about things that are bothering you, you will look me in the eyes.”

  “Okay.”

  “Tell me why. Talk it out.”

  “When we were modeling someone hurt me.”

  Someone other than him touching his boys always pissed him off. The fact he hadn’t been there to protect them caused him rage aimed at himself. He knew he didn’t have control over what came before, but that didn’t change his need to protect Eric and Ellison. Their happiness was his priority.

  “He wanted details about what Sin and I did together. I told him nothing, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He ripped my clothes off. I didn’t ask—”

  “Ellison, you did nothing wrong. Did he…”

  “No, Sin came back.”

  “I just want you to feel good and make you happy. This i
s always about you.”

  “I don’t know—”

  “Baby, would you like a kiss?”

  He needed the bad memories to go away that he’d brought up. He’d never understood people’s need to hurt someone they deemed smaller or weaker than themselves. There was a difference between power exchange and consensual sex with a bit of pain. He’d never hurt his boys for anything. Any marks he’d leave on Ellison or Eric would always be welcomed, a sign of who they belonged to.

  “Yes, please.”

  He groaned as his dick got harder at the innocent pink that stained Ellison’s cheekbones.

  He slipped his arm beneath Ellison and placed his hand on his boy’s slim hip. Ellison needed gentleness and to be loved on, that he could do for him. He lowered his mouth to Ellison’s, he stroked the softness of the curves, they parted under the pressure of his, and he savored the tiny whimper. Ellison turned his small body into his, and he groaned.

  The tiny pair of briefs were the only thing between him and Ellison. He caressed his fingers down the shallow indent of Ellison’s spine.

  He dipped his fingers into the back of Ellison’s briefs and squeezed the soft curves of his boy’s cheeks. He didn’t try to touch his hole—not even to tease. Ellison was innocent, and his boy had saved it for him. He’d cherish it as long as it was freely given to him.

  “What do you want, baby, you name it, and it’s yours? All you have to do is ask.”

  Ellison trembled against him. His boy’s chest quickly moved as Ellison tried to catch his breath.

  “Say it for me, baby.”

  The need darkened Ellison’s eyes, but the smaller man was also flushed pink with desire and embarrassment. His boy had never asked for what he wanted. He slipped his hand between their bodies and tucked his fingers passed the waistband of Ellison’s underwear.

  “May I?” he asked as he focused his eyes on Ellison’s.

  “Please.”

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Daddy.”

  “Love it when you say it, all breathless and nervous.”

  He slowly stripped Ellison’s briefs down his legs and tossed them over the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on Ellison’s chest to keep him flat and studied every inch of his boy. The pale blond curls at the base of Ellison’s pretty and slender cock were trimmed. Ellison’s balls were hairless.