Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

Julian grinned, relief filling his face. “Then do it.”

Cole narrowed his gaze. Did he think he wouldn’t? Because he was going to be sorely surprised if that was the case.

“Little bit, go and get the plug, paddle, lube, and a condom for me,” he ordered Keira.

He waited until she left the room. Then he drew Julian close, hugging him tightly. “I can’t lose you.”

“I know. I can’t lose you either.”

“No matter what, we protect Keira,” he told Julian.

The other man drew back and nodded. “Protect Keira.”

“Good. Now strip.”

Julian pulled off his clothes, folding them tidily as Cole did the same. Keira walked back into the room with everything Cole had asked for. He kissed her gently.

“Thank you, baby. Put them on the coffee table then get naked. I want you to sit on the couch with your ass at the edge and your legs spread.”

In typical Keira fashion, her clothes went flying, staying where they landed. She quickly got into position. Once Julian was naked, Cole tugged him down for a rough, hard kiss that soon had Cole’s pulse racing. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Julian’s cock, tugging at it until it was hard and thick.

“Turn and bend over,” Cole commanded. “You’re going to lick Keira’s pussy while I plug and punish you. Then I’m going to fuck you.”

Julian groaned but didn’t protest.

“What’s your safeword?” Cole asked as he coated the butt plug with lube. He parted Julian’s ass cheeks, studying his asshole. Fuck. He was already hard and aching.

“Red.”

“Good. Take a deep breath in, now let it out.” He slid the plug slowly and steadily into Julian’s ass. “Use it if you need to.”

“I won’t,” Julian stated before diving into Keira’s pussy. She let out a gasp, her head flying back, her gaze meeting Cole’s.

“Good, little bit?” Cole asked her.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned.

“You have no restrictions. Come as often as you want.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

He stood to the side of Julian and swung his arm back, smacking the other man’s ass. That was a fucking amazing sight. Julian bent over, the plug in his ass, Cole’s handprint leaving red patches on his ass.

“Do not ever volunteer as bait again, understand me? You are everything to me. I won’t have you hurt,” he snarled. Fuck. Fuck, he hated this.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“M-maybe he feels the same about you, Sir,” Keira stated.

He glanced up, met her pale blue gaze. “Maybe he does. That’s not saving him from getting his ass paddled.”

She grinned. “Oh, I won’t complain. I think it’s hot.” She grew pale and pensive. “Even though I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared, little bit,” he told her. “We’ll protect you.”

“I’m not scared for me,” she whispered.

Julian was right. They needed to take care of this quickly. Which is why he had agreed to Julian being bait as well. But that didn’t stop him from being terrified for the man who had his heart.