Sin & Saint (Executioners Book 4)

by J. M. Dabney

  “It’s a perfect nickname and don’t you all get them?”

  “Yeah, but come on, we already have Rage and Gunner, Juvie and Princess, Peace, but Peace is Matty’s middle name. Craig’s starting to be called Pride. Can’t the next generation of our craziness at least have normal names?”

  “Baby, what about y’all and the crews is normal?”

  “Ouch, Mr. Pelter. Are you saying your perfect boyfriends aren’t normal?” Sin asked.

  “Do I have to answer that?”

  They both smacked Camden’s arm, and he chuckled.

  “Don’t take out the fact y’all were saddled with nicknames on me.”

  “Saint, don’t you think our so-called boyfriend needs a nickname?”

  “No, I don’t need a nickname. You two can call me Camden, and the others can call me Pelter like they’ve always done. Here we are,” Camden announced as they pulled off onto a dirt road that led into a vineyard.

  He glanced out all the windows. An old Victorian-style house stood in the distance behind a large stone mansion. It was rolling hills and blue sky, and it was beautiful. Camden pulled past the large house and into the parking spots in front of the house.

  “What’s this?”

  “Trouble brings Brody here for anniversaries. I called, and they luckily had a spot open for a weekend. Someone had canceled. I wanted to take you someplace nice, just the three of us, nobody popping in at odd hours.”

  “It’s gorgeous, thank you.” Saint removed his seat belt and leaned into the front seat to kiss Camden then got out as Sin threw himself into Camden’s lap.

  On some level, he’d thought he’d compare himself to Sin if they shared the same man, but he didn’t, not since dinner at Camden’s house months ago. Camden treated them differently. He wasn’t taking Sin’s place when his twin wasn’t around. The big man wanted them both. He ambled around to the front, and Camden and Sin joined him. The big man took both their hands and led them up the cobblestone walkway.

  “Mr. Pelter.” An older gentleman with steel-gray hair and a friendly smile on his bearded face stepped out onto the porch.

  “Yes, please call me Camden, Lowell. This Eric and Ellison.”

  “Pleasure to meet you three. Please, come in, and I’ll get you all checked in, then show you to your room.”

  Lowell kept up a steady stream of conversation as he showed them around as they moved to the office at the back of the house. It was very nice, perfectly decorated, but still felt like someone’s home.

  “Once you’re checked in, the house is yours. We pride ourselves on offering our guests a romantic getaway when it’s couples or triads, and also a place for families to get together. I have a small cottage out back, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

  “So, you don’t stay in the house?”

  He stood back as he let Camden and the other man talk, and he locked arms with Sin. He’d never expected a romantic weekend getaway thing. He and Sin talked about all the trips their friends took. They just never tried to assume they’d have something normal—well, normal for them.

  “I do on occasion, but no, with guest such as yourself we offer as much privacy as possible. I’ll be by in the morning around nine to make breakfast.” The man typed away, and then the printer came to life with a few sheets of paper coming out. “There’s a restaurant in the winery where you can get lunch or dinner. If you pull back out onto the main road, there’s a small town if you’d like to purchase something we don’t offer. The kitchen is stocked with plenty of snacks and drinks. Just sign these and I’ll show you to your room.”

  “Thank you very much. I know I was lucky someone canceled.”

  “It happens, and it’s very much last minute. We always love to have our calendar full with guests.”

  Camden and Lowell spoke as Camden signed all the paperwork and accepted a key. They followed Lowell up to a third-floor room with a large brass bed. The windows faced the front and overlooked the vines. Lowell told them goodbye with assurances to call if they needed anything and to come by his cottage and he’d lead them to the winery for a tour.

  As they stared out the window, he felt as unsure as his twin, and it was odd. This was all new, and he didn’t know what to expect. Camden wrapped his arms around them from behind.

  “So, what do you think? Did I do okay because you two are awful quiet.”

  Sin nudged him, and he darted a glance at his twin. “No one has ever taken us away for a weekend before.”

  “You’re a little out of your comfort zone. I should’ve asked, I’m—”

  “No, don’t be sorry. It’s perfect, and it’s really nice.”

  Camden kissed the tops of their heads, and they leaned back into him.

  “I know work’s been a bitch lately, and I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together. Being stuck out at my place can’t be fun.”

  “We love your place,” they said in unison.

  “But I haven’t exactly been the best boyfriend or partner whatever you want to call me. I’m new to all this, and I want it to work out.”

  “I think I can speak for Saint and myself…we want this to work out too. So, what’s the plan?”

  “No plan. Just the three of us hanging out. I’m not much of a wine drinker, but I thought what the hell. The website said there’re shops nearby. We can drink wine. Just spend time without me having to go to the office. I even left my work phone at home. If an emergency does come up everyone knows how to get in touch.”

  “No phone? No midnight calls? Just the three of us?” Saint released Sin’s arm, and they turned to look up at Camden.

  “I promise, Wren and the rest of the deputies can handle everything. This weekend is about us.”

  It sounded so perfect. Camden’s big hand curled around the back of his neck and Camden lowered his mouth to his. It was instant hard-on every time. He didn’t understand how a simple kiss could turn him on so quickly. Camden’s tongue pushed passed his lips, and he moaned as he lifted onto his toes. He fisted his hands in Camden’s t-shirt. The kiss slowly ended, and then Camden turned to Sin, repeating the actions. A few more quick kisses and Camden stepped back taking their hands.

  “Let’s go get our bags and head to the winery for dinner and drinks. Then we’ll come back here. How’s that sound.”

  He nodded, and like always, Camden didn’t pull away from them. He looked at them like he was proud that they were his. He didn’t worry about what was going on at home. He just wanted to spend time with Camden and Sin. This was his family—the three of them.

  Fourteen

  It Was Almost Like a Fairy Tale

  He’d drank enough wine to have a slight buzz, so he just felt warm. Camden had been a gentleman all night. Pulled out their chairs. Refilled their glasses and they’d talked about everything and nothing. Dinner was amazing, and they were walking back into the bed and breakfast. He and Saint held hands as Camden unlocked the door and stepped back to let them go first. Camden had touched them all night. Small caresses to their lower backs, held their hands and kissed them whenever the big man felt like it. He knew he’d tensed the first few times and sensed Saint had too, but no one had seemed to pay them any attention.

  The dining room had filled up as they were finishing dinner. He emptied his wineglass and placed it on the counter as he passed.

  “Go on upstairs. I’m going to lock up and be right there.”

  He turned to smile over his shoulder at Camden. His arms and legs felt heavy. The wine had relaxed him, and even Saint seemed to be mellower than normal. He loved Saint, but his twin had a tendency to be a little high-strung when he was nervous.

  They slowly ascended the steps to their room. The door stood open, and he swore they’d closed it before they left. Shimmering lights illuminated the room, and when he walked inside, his gasp was mirrored by his brother’s. Electric candles filled the room. The bed was turned down.

  “I know you two probably didn’t need all t
he candlelight and all, but I wanted to give that to y’all.”

  He turned as he and Saint separated. “Why?”

  “Well, since it’s y’all’s first time, I wanted to make it special. Am I being a total moron right now?”

  “No,” he and Saint bellowed.

  “It’s perfect. No one ever thought to romance us before.” He turned to see the awe on Saint’s face at what Camden had done for them.

  “I thought you two deserved it. Now, I want you two to do something for me.” Camden's eyes turned dark, and the man removed his t-shirt.

  Every muscle was tight. They knew Camden worked out with Liv and Little at least three days a week and sparred with the Trenton Crew the other two.

  “Strip.”

  He darted a nervous glance at Saint. He hadn’t heard that commanding tone since the night he’d showered with Camden.

  “I want you two naked and on the bed.”

  They quickly stripped as Camden walked over to his bag. He straightened with condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands. They went to the bed and lay down.

  “We need to talk, if either of you don’t want this, you always have the right to tell me no. I don’t care if I’m balls deep, you tell me to stop, and it ends there, no questions asked. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Both their voices cracked as they answered.

  They’d prepared every day for this moment. Every time Camden had sucked his dick and played with his ass, he’d asked himself would he finally know what it was like to be fucked by the big man, but each time Camden made him feel good and took the bare minimum for himself. He and Saint talked about it, Camden made every touch special and never demanded. They wondered if Camden even knew how to be selfish.

  Camden avoided relationships so that he’d never leave someone behind. Told them it wasn’t fair, but they knew that minutes, hours or years weren’t guaranteed. They’d learned that they needed to accept the time they had and enjoy it, love hard because it wouldn’t always be there.

  The condoms and lube were tossed onto the bed, then Camden stripped. He took in how the light played over the dark skin that covered the strength beneath. Every shift and play of powerful muscles. Camden was built like a man that made other’s insecure about how they looked, but Camden made them feel gorgeous. Camden’s gaze moved over him, then Saint before Camden crawled into bed. The mattress dipped under his weight.

  Then it was a full-on assault, kisses and touches, sharp bites and sucks until they were arched off the bed. He’d learned Camden loved leaving marks, touching or kissing them later to remind them of the pleasure and pain. Saint gasped, and he opened his eyes to find Camden sucking Saint’s cock. The backs of Saint’s thighs on Camden’s shoulders. Camden bobbed and played between Saint’s thighs. The snick of the lube, and seconds later, Saint writhed and begged.

  He lifted to his knees and came up behind Camden. He stroked his mouth along the man’s spine, licked the salty taste from Camden’s skin.

  As Camden lifted, he wrapped his arms around Camden and took his thick cock in his hand. He peeked around Camden to see Saint holding his legs open. He played with the barbells, caught them with his nails and listened to Camden growl.

  “Fuck, so sweet and sexy, innocent and all fucking mine. Tell me yes, baby.”

  Saint stuttered out a yes.

  Camden's hands came back to squeeze his cheeks and finger his hole. “Eric, I want you on your back and getting yourself all nice and ready, because I’m not stopping until both my boys come on my cock.”

  He nearly lost it on Camden’s ass at the words. He didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until Camden’s fingers tightened in his hair and pulled him around until Camden’s mouth slammed down on his. The kiss was brutal, not gentle like the others, so this wasn’t like the times before.

  He was pushed onto his back and watched Camden roll a condom on. Camden used the lube and afterward pressed the bottle into his hand.

  Camden lay down on Saint, the man stroked Saint’s cheeks, and Camden’s left hand pushed between them.

  “Baby, I want you to keep breathing, and then I need you to push out for me. Can you do that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t be scared, this is about you, you come first, always.”

  He watched Saint’s face closely, waited for the fear or a flash of pain, but Saint’s eyes widened.

  “Breath, baby, that’s right. Such a good boy. You like me fucking you?”

  He watched the slow, fluid motions of Camden, the way Camden’s muscles contracted and released. Camden spoke to Saint in a low tone, most of it too quiet for him to hear. Saint whimpered, and Camden grunted.

  He let his eyes close as he slicked his fingers and prepared himself for Camden. He listened to the sounds, the smell of sex that thickened in the room and felt the motion of the bed. The sway quickened and slowed in a teasing rhythm. He peeked from under his lashes to find Camden watching him.

  “Turn sideways. I want to suck your cock as you get yourself ready.”

  He obeyed with his fingers deep in his ass, and he nearly screamed as Camden swallowed his cock. He didn’t know what was going on, so he focused on Camden sucking him. He thrust two fingers, then three until he reached four as he pounded into his ass. Camden’s goatee was tickling his nuts and taint. Then a scream had him opening his eyes to find Saint arched off the bed, come covering his belly and Camden pulled away to kiss the tears from Saint’s lashes and cheeks. Camden’s thrusts were shallow as he drew out Saint’s pleasure.

  “Love how you come on my fat dick. So, fucking tight. Letting me love on that ass…only mine. Tell me, Ellison, you belong to me, only me.”

  “Only you.”

  “My good boy, baby.”

  The caresses weren’t hurried. Camden wasn’t rushing from Saint to him. Camden was gentle and sweet, everything Saint needed.

  Camden pulled back slowly, sat back on his heels and removed the condom, then replaced it with a new one.

  “On your knees.” Camden’s order punctuated with hands gently turning him over. “Shit, look at the pretty ass.”

  Camden landed a few smacks, and Sin threw his head back, the pleasure and pain he’d learned he loved from Camden. Camden bit at his throat as the thick head pushed into his hole. The barbells felt odd as they flipped over his rim. He bit his lip as they teased his prostate. The thrusts were shallow, going deeper on every slid inside. Saint moaned, and he turned his head to see Camden had Saint lifted with a hand behind his head.

  Camden and Saint kissed as Camden fucked him harder. Camden’s fingers laced through his left, and he noticed Camden released Saint and held his twin’s hand.

  The big man’s attention came back fully to him. The press of their mouths was awkward, all tongue and teeth with labored breaths. His ass was on fire with the brutal jabs and the slap of Camden’s hips against him. Camden released his hand then wrapped his fingers around the front of his throat.

  “So beautiful, such a good boy, taking my cock. Show your Daddy how much you love it. Fuck yourself on my dick. I want to watch you take it.”

  His cock jerked, and he looked over his shoulder. Camden knelt behind him. The man’s focus on where he was embedded in his ass. He thrust back, ground against the man and felt the course pubes against his hole, he repeated the thrust and grind until he couldn’t take it anymore. He rode the thick, pierced length of Camden cock harder and faster. Camden’s fingers fisted in his hair.

  “That’s right, boy. Come on my cock. Then I’ll let you and Ellison taste when I come. Give it to me, boy.”

  The hard slap to his ass had him reaching for his cock, and he stroked until the pleasure was so painful he could barely touch himself until he came on the sheet under him. His body bowed and then Camden was gone, and he was thrown onto his back.

  Camden stroked his bare cock above his and Saint’s face.

  “My beautiful boys, waited so—” A grunt turned into a growl. “—long for you two t
o be mine. Open your mouths.”

  He opened his mouth just as Camden came. He whimpered at the salty, bitter taste on his tongue, but he couldn’t look away. Camden’s back was bowed, his sweat glistened in the flickering light as he brutally stroked his cock painting their faces with his release.

  Camden’s mouth was on his, tongue fucking his mouth, then Saint’s. Camden fell between them, pulled them close until their heads rested on Camden’s wide heaving chest.

  His ass was sore, and he could barely keep his eyes open, but he turned to check Saint. His twin was smiling with his eyes closed. Blissed out and happy, the most relaxed he’d ever seen Saint.

  “You two were so good. Boys, did I make you two feel good.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  A kiss brushed his forehead then Saint’s. He didn’t think he could get any happier. He was right where he wanted to be, and it might not be a fairy tale, but it was fucking close.

  Fifteen

  He’d Arrest Linus If He Didn’t Need the Bastard

  Camden had counted to ten so much he’d probably reached five hundred, and he’d only arrived at Trenton Security an hour ago. Liv was all smug and smirky. Linus kept grinning at him. Pure at least had the decency to act normal because the man was the only normal one in the bunch.

  Gage was dressed in his finest suit, but the bastard was barely holding in his laughter.

  “Break any more beds lately?” Gage asked without looking up from the file folder in front of him.

  “It was one fucking bed, and dammit, it was old.” Things had gotten a little too energetic the night they’d left the bed and breakfast. Now everyone fucking knew, and he wasn’t living that shit down.

  Eric, Ellison and him found it funny when it happened after a few minutes of shock. He was there with Ellison on his cock and the mattress suddenly on the floor. Just because he found it funny didn’t mean he wanted everyone else to know.