Dangerous Boys and Their Toy

Thorn scrubbed a hand across his face, and smelled Brenna’s juice on his fingers. He loved her pussy, and that just aroused him more. Explosion was seconds away now, right on top of him.

“You want to come?” Cam taunted as he palmed his cock with another mind-bending stroke. “You going to give in to us?”

“Fuck.” He gritted this teeth. “You.”

Cam laughed. “Maybe someday. Right now, I want you to come right in my hand, right in Brenna’s mouth. Give us everything so we can feel it.”

; No matter how much he wanted to repeat his last response, Thorn really couldn’t find his voice. Or anything resembling a coherent sentence. He certainly couldn’t find any resistance.

The sensual torture was so powerful, it was like being run over by a train. Thorn’s chest rose and fell like a bellows. Pleasure broiled his balls. His spine felt like it was quickly melting, and blood ran through his veins as if it was charged with a thousand volts.

But he gritted his teeth and held on. He couldn’t afford to be so vulnerable, to show this much of himself. Yes, it was more than sex, but that didn’t mean it had to be a soul-baring free-for-all.

Suddenly, Cam’s chest brushed his. Thorn latched onto his biceps for support, and could feel it bulging and flexing as Cam worked his cock. Thorn tried to keep a constant effort on Cam’s dick, but need shut down his coordination, and he ended up gripping the erection as if it was a lifeline.

Brenna gave another strong suck, lavishing attention on the head of Thorn’s cock. His toes curled as he pictured her on her knees, mouth stretched wide to take him.

Then Cam put the nail in his coffin.

The detective leaned in until Thorn felt the man’s breath on his neck. He shuddered as a hot chill raced through him, but Cam proved he wasn’t done when he nipped at his lobe and whispered, “Come for us.”

Brenna licked the side of his shaft, then promised, “We’ll catch you.”

Thorn couldn’t hold back, no matter how much his brain screamed. No matter how dangerous succumbing might be. He wanted to believe in her. In them. Cam wasn’t the kind to play head games for the hell of it or blow sunshine up anyone’s ass. Brenna had been hurt herself by a dismissive parent. Neither would be intentionally cruel. And unless he didn’t want to be alone for the rest of his life, he was going to have to trust someone sometime—even if it scared the shit out of him.

Brenna sucked him deep, and Cam gripped his shoulders and forced him to meet his stare. Dark, sexual, unbreakable. A silent promise. He would be there.

Breath rushed in and out of his body, and his skin was on fire. Blood raced like molten lava. The pleasure grew beyond acute. Unbelievable. Bigger not only than anything he’d ever experienced, but bigger than anything he’d ever imagined. Brenna was unhinging his soul. Cam was sucking it in through that compelling stare.

And Thorn chose to let it go.

He gave over the control he’d been clinging to, like a toddler with a favorite blanket. Security was for sissies…and men who’d fucked hundreds of times and never truly been intimate with anyone.

The pleasure was like a towering wave, coming at him, enormous, scary, threatening to drown him. Then it broke over him, and he shouted, electricity charging every cell, every nerve. The sensations drowned him as hot seed erupted from his dick. Brenna’s tongue was there to take everything he gave her, and Cam never looked away, the grip on his shoulders always stable, always there.

Ecstasy plowed him flat as the orgasm went on and on. Time, place—gone. Only him and Brenna and Cam in a locked circle of release and support.

Then his legs began to give out. Muscles felt weak and spent, unable to even support him, and he lunged for the bed. He didn’t quite make it to the soft mattress, but Cam was there to catch him and help him the extra way. Brenna was right behind, soothing him the second his body hit the sheets.

She caressed his cheeks, peering into his eyes as she half lay over his body. Concern and something more was in her hazel eyes. Thorn didn’t have a name for that something—he’d never seen it. But he imagined that’s what love looked like.

“You did it.” She bit her lip, her pretty eyes misting with tears. “You let yourself go for us.”

Cam climbed on the bed, lying over the other half of his body. And he wasn’t weirded out. It was…comforting, the other warm, solid body. When the other man wrapped a hand around his shoulder and worked his hand up to his neck, Thorn shuddered and shut his eyes. It was so fucking intimate. He was being both invaded and eased at once, and it was too much.

“You did good,” Cam murmured.

There was happiness in his voice. And pride. That got to Thorn. When the hell had anyone been proud of him? Anyone at all?

Tears hit the back of his eyes like a thousand electric-charged needles. The second he felt the waterworks coming, he bucked and tried to sit up, tried to escape. Together, they held him down.

“Don’t go,” Brenna whispered, brushing soft kisses over his mouth.

“We’re here for you.” Cam squeezed his shoulder. “Always will be.”

And he lost it.

A hot well of tears sprang up, flowed over. His body was a flood of agony, release, need, fear, love. So fucking confusing and painful as sobs racked him. And they grew worse when Brenna and Cam wouldn’t let him cover his face or roll over to hide his face in the sheets. They just watched and petted him like a wounded animal.

Their kindness and caring was everything he remembered wishing for when he’d been a boy wondering who his mother was and why she’d abandoned him to a father dealing drugs five feet from his bedroom in a rundown trailer. Everything he’d prayed for when money was low and drugs had grown scarce and his father had elected to take his frustration out on his younger son because the older was too big to beat. Thorn remembered eating flour and stealing canned food from the local minimart just to take the edge off the hunger gnawing his preadolescent belly.

When the tears subsided, his eyes stung, his nose ran. Logic told him he should be incredibly embarrassed. How fucking unmanly, to cry after an orgasm. Instead, he didn’t think he’d ever felt more released. Unburdened.

Clean and ready to make a new start.

Chapter Ten

“Tell me about it,” Brenna asked, wiping away his tears with gentle fingers as noonday sunlight poured through the bedroom windows. “Please.”

Thorn sucked in a deep breath and glanced at Cam. The same request lurked there.

“You two are like a heavyweight champ with a mean one-two punch. It was just…really intense.” He sniffled and hoped it looked manly somehow. “I’ve never been that blown away.”

“We wanted to do that for you.” She kissed him again. “We wanted you to just be with us.”

“But the real you,” Cam added. “Not who you are with every other woman you take to bed. We want to make sure you understand this isn’t just a fifteen-minute fuck.”

Oh, he got the message. “Mission accomplished—and with all the subtlety of a steamroller.”

Brenna and Cam shared a quick glance and a smile, then beamed it at him, and he felt like a part of the inner circle. Yeah, they’d taken from him, but they’d also given back a gentle understanding he’d never had in his life. They surrounded him with it, and if he believed in such New Age crap, he’d say he felt like he was glowing with it.

He swallowed. “I was just…not sure about letting go. It hasn’t worked out so well for me in the past.”

“What sort of past?” Cam demanded.

“Oh, the usual. Shitty childhood that warped me. No mom. Dad was a drug addict and dealer, blah, blah, blah. I don’t want to make excuses. It’s just always been easier and safer not to give a shit about anything or anyone.”

“You never get hurt that way,” Brenna murmured.

Exactly. Thorn didn’t say it. Why state the obvious? Because one look at Cam’s face told him the detective understood.

“You know we’re not accepting that.”

“No shit.” But now what? “But I should beat the hell out of you for making me look like a pussy.”

“We weren’t trying to make you look like a pussy,” Cam placated. “Just human. Just you.”

And that was the only thing keeping him from getting really pissed. They hadn’t meant to tear him down and kick him. They meant to strip his defenses and get to know the real him.

Would they like him if they really knew him?

Thorn took a swipe at his heavy, itchy eyes. “Here I am. In