Absolution (The Protectors 1)

But when Jonas finally moved into position as Mace pulled his fingers free of my pliant body, I felt my unease come back. I did my best to keep my anxiety from my eyes but I didn’t miss the way Jonas hesitated as Mace pushed my legs up. I watched as Mace dropped his lips to Jonas’s ear and whispered something and then they kissed. Whatever Mace had said got Jonas moving and one of his hands opened me while I felt his cock nudge my hole. Mace eased down next to me and settled his hand on my chest.

“Just feel,” he breathed against my mouth just before he kissed me. So that’s what I did. I felt the smoothness of Mace’s tongue as he explored every inch of my mouth. I felt the burn of Jonas’s entry into my body as one of Mace’s arms wrapped around my leg to pull it farther up, opening me for Jonas. I felt Jonas’s eyes on me as he slowly worked his way past my resistant muscles. And I felt a sense of relief when my hole collapsed and my body stretched to accommodate his length.

But what I felt most was the perfection of what these two men were giving me. And I knew in that moment that I would do anything to keep it. Anything.

There was no pain as Jonas slid all the way inside of me, only a sense of fullness and a desperate need for him to move, to give me the exquisite friction Mace had stirred up in me. But instead of moving, Jonas leaned over me until his lips were right above mine. “I love you so much, Cole.” He kissed me then and seconds later he was telling Mace the same thing and stealing his exhale of breath into his mouth. And then he reared back and began moving. Exquisite agony burned through me as he glided in and out of me with ease, his balls slapping gently against my ass. His arms were holding my legs open to take the burden off of me and I watched as Mace’s hand trailed down my chest, past my cock and around my leg to where Jonas and I were joined. Jonas let out a sharp breath at whatever Mace was doing to him and then it was my turn because Mace’s finger slid inside of me on top of Jonas’s cock. The added pressure had me closing my eyes and reaching for my cock but Mace beat me to that too because his mouth licked over my length before sucking me deep.

I had no doubt that Jonas was suffering with the same raw need that I was as Mace pleasured us, because Jonas began slinging into me desperately, his fingers biting into my thighs where he was holding me. I couldn’t speak or move as they controlled every aspect of what I was feeling. I managed to keep my eyes on Jonas as his eyes widened and his cock began to pulse inside me. I felt Mace’s finger slide out of my body and his hand replaced his mouth at the exact moment that Jonas released my legs and dropped all his weight down on me as he began to hammer into me uncontrollably. Mace’s hand was still stuck between us and he was jerking me off at the same frenetic pace that Jonas had set. Jonas’s mouth seized mine as his orgasm hit him and I went over at nearly the exact same time. Jonas swallowed my shout of pleasure and he continued to hump into me as aftershocks hammered us both. I heard Mace let out a groan and felt his come splash against my ass cheek.

As we each came down, we ended up in a tangle of limbs and touches and kiss after kiss was speared across my mouth and I had no idea whose were whose and I didn’t really care, because each and every kiss was perfect.

Fucking perfect.

But less than eight hours later, my perfect world shattered.

Because Jonas was gone.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jonas

I couldn’t help but keep looking over my shoulder to see if the two burly men that the District Attorney had assigned to protect me were still standing outside the office door. Seeing their outlines through the glass of the upper half of the door made me feel marginally better, but I knew I wouldn’t feel a hundred percent safe again until I was with Mace and Cole.

Since I couldn’t bear to think of the way I’d left Cole and Mace in the pre-dawn hours two days earlier, I turned my attention back to the well-dressed man on the other side of the desk. Kyle Ridgefield was a good looking guy who had an air of confidence about him that said he knew his job and he knew it well. There’d been a brief moment when I’d first met him that I’d actually been reminded of the dream man I’d always pictured myself with when I was a kid, but as quickly as the thought entered my mind, it disappeared again because I already had my dream men. I just needed to hope that they would still want me after all this was over.