Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

Tank put his hands over Clover’s shoulders and walked him closer to the table where Drake sat, glaring as if he intended to make things uncomfortable. “Clover’s got a request he wants to make.”

“Y-yes. I’ve got a job I think you all could help me with.”

Boar raised his eyebrows. “He knows we’re not a charity, right?”

Pyro rolled his eyes and nudged Boar with his elbow. “Tank’s got a thing for boys in peril.”

“How much does he pay?” Drake asked from his corner, dark and slender like a sexy Grim Reaper.

“The job’s a piece of cake,” Tank said, kneading Clover’s shoulders with his warm hands. There was no doubt Tank was on Clover’s side. He must have really enjoyed himself.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Clover took a deep breath, still in shock about the ordeal he’d been through. Having to face these men completely naked and with his ass still raw after the fuck with Tank was terrifying. But what other options did he have? “All I’m asking is for you to take me to New York, and I’m offering…” He licked his lips as intense heat trailed through his chest, leaving him cold with a worry that he didn’t dare express. “To be a good companion on the road trip.”

Boar frowned, combing back his fluffy auburn hair. “Huh?”

Drake was the first one to understand, and he got up from his chair so abruptly it fell over. “Have you just offered to whore yourself out to us for a lift?”

Clover spread his arms, uncomfortable with the way Drake had put his offer into words. He’d done some dicey shit in his life, but never anything as outrageous, so he wished Drake hadn’t made it harder for him. “It’s complicated.”

Pyro took a step closer. “Nothing complicated about it. I’m in.”

Drake moved from his place in the corner, his tendons stiff as if he were expecting a bomb inside Clover’s body to go off at any second. “You’re pretty enough, I suppose. Why wouldn’t you just sell your ass for a plane ticket and be done with it? Don’t you think it’s fishy?” he asked, looking around his companions in search of support that wasn’t coming.

Tank put one arm around Clover’s shoulders and pulled him closer. “He’s obviously worried the people who abducted him might still be after him.”

Boar cocked his head, scanning Clover with eyes that betrayed thirst already. “And you’re up for this?”

Clover swallowed, reassured by the weight of Tank’s arm, even though he didn’t have much reason to trust him either. “I mean…” He gave Drake a longer glance, in hope of tempting him into the arrangement too. “All of you are hot, and I like sex. It’s gonna be an adventure, right?” His laughter sounded nervous even to his own ears.

Pyro’s lips stretched into a roguish smile. “I’m so in. We’re both in, right?” he asked Boar, who seemed contemplative, despite the glances of appreciation he kept sending Clover’s way.

“If he’s really up for us all… Been a while since we shared someone,” he said, putting a bottle of beer into Pyro’s hand, the one that carried his own name on the knuckles. His face was so normal, so kind behind the auburn beard, and his body softer than those of the other men, but he was made of the same stock. He’d had no issue around the two dead bodies back at the abandoned house.

Drake shook his head with a scowl that for once wasn’t directed only at Clover. “I’m out, but I won’t be a cockblocker. It’s your call. I can go to New York, fine by me.” He didn’t even wait for an answer and walked out of the living room, followed by the invisible storm cloud that made him so sour-faced.

Tank nudged Clover toward the table. “Go on, boy, show us the goods.”

“N-now?”

Tank nodded. “Yes, now.”

Clover swallowed and looked between Pyro and Boar. Both men gravitated closer when he put his palms on the table, back straight, ass on show. He couldn’t deny that with Tank around to make him feel slightly more secure, this was pretty hot. He was way past worrying about people rejecting him for his albinism. Guys either liked him or they didn’t, and that was that.

He did make a point of caring about his hair, and keeping his skin in good condition. Of course he wanted to be attractive to others, so he did feel nervous whether he could be Pyro and Boar’s type as much as he was Tank’s. Still, being ogled like livestock made him self-conscious.

Pyro took a deep breath and ran his hand down Clover’s back. “He’s something special, isn’t he? All pale like that.”

Boar snorted and approached from the other side. “Not on the face.”

That much was true. Clover’s cheeks were on fire.

Clover held in a yelp when rough fingertips trailed down his back before dipping between his buttocks, where he was still sore and hot.