Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

Tank had to take a deep breath to shake away the vision of the pale limbs trembling, hole twitching around his dick and pink lips open in ecstasy. “I like the boy, okay? That’s it. He’s cute, clearly a mess, and needs the help.”

Drake scoffed. “Fine. But I will be watching him.”

Tank playfully shoved at Drake’s chest. “Good. You’ll be there to protect us from him. Happy watching, perv.”

Drake spread his arms. “That’s not the kind of watching I meant!”

But Tank was already walking away, eager to get Clover back into his lap.

Chapter 9 – Clover

Clover enjoyed their cabin. So much so that the pressing need to travel north, farther away from Arizona and from Jerry, wasn’t even so pressing anymore. Whatever happened, the people he was with could handle themselves, so he just enjoyed the ride. Hidden away from civilization, from the Internet and even telephones, Clover felt gloriously safe, and even when Boar took him on a much-needed shopping trip to the nearest supermarket and strip mall, Clover wasn’t afraid to face strangers anymore.

“I’ll pay back when I can. I know shopping wasn’t part of the deal,” he said to Boar as they parked in front of the large supermarket. He knew Boar would say it was fine, but he still wanted to make sure his appreciation was expressed.

Boar flashed him a wide smile, and the freckles on his face made him look younger despite the thick beard. “Oh, come on. We’re not shopping at Versace. Just take whatever you like and think of it as presents,” he said, rubbing his thumb across Clover’s lips. He then left the car, which was bright blue and the flashiest of the vehicles Clover could now choose from. Tank’s pickup was pretty beat-up, as was Drake’s van. There were the two motorcycles--Pyro’s Suzuki and Tank’s Harley—which traveled in the back of the pickup, but he was yet to ride in the bitch seat.

“Whatever? Watch out or I’ll get a new TV.” Clover laughed and put his hands into the pockets of his jeans as they walked.

Boar put a baseball cap on Clover’s head. “Just make sure to keep a low profile. You stand out whatever you do.”

“Because I’m so pretty?” Clover wiggled his eyebrows and laughed when Boar flushed.

“Among other things,” he said, picking up a cart and leading the way inside.

“Maybe I should dye my hair?”

He’d barely finished the sentence when Boar spoke, “No! Please don’t. It’s so lovely.”

Clover snorted and shook his head, but it still tickled his ego to hear it.

Boar hadn’t been joking when he’d said Clover could have whatever he wanted, so Clover chose an entire new wardrobe, as well as a suitcase to keep it in, and the food he liked. It was Boar who suggested Clover got an MP3 player, though he was sceptical about phones, as if he didn’t trust Clover with any device that allowed communication. That was only fair after the fuckup with Jerry.

While being showered with presents and smiles was all fun and good, the affection Boar unleashed on him teased Clover’s alarms. And it wasn’t just him either. Tank was dominant but always tender, Pyro would openly stare at him as if he’d never seen a prettier guy, and none of them were shy about expressing their lust for him, either.

Before this wild venture, Clover had never had group sex, nor was he the object of such adoration. He was more than happy to indulge his men, but he could hardly believe that they all wanted him around so much. It wasn’t low self-esteem that pushed him to such thoughts, but the gnawing feeling that things were too good to be true.

Something was amiss, and he was walking into the lion’s den with his eyes closed.

Even fairy tales warned of such situations, so maybe Clover’s new lovers were like three witches offering glistening red apples that contained slow-releasing poison. They enjoyed his company for now, but once they were done with him, they could leave him behind or even sell him on, since the price on his head was sky-high, Riggs had told him.

And yet, despite knowing that nothing good lasted forever, Clover loved Tank’s dominance, Boar’s affection, and Pyro’s insatiable lust. He’d given up on trying to crack Drake, but the man was civil, so maybe it wouldn’t be necessary.

Clover had experienced good sex before with one of his past boyfriends, but what the guys brought to the table was on a whole new level. He loved getting down and dirty with them and quickly lost all inhibitions, happy to walk around their cabin naked, just to provoke the insatiable hunger that proved his desirability. The soreness he was sometimes left with only served as a reminder of the lusty moments that caused it.

He’d expected they’d be going straight home after the shopping, but Boar stalled once they packed the back of the car full of bags, and he pulled his fingers through Clover’s hair. “Are you hungry? Wanna have lunch before we go back?” he proposed, leaning against his vehicle.