Caught by the Convicts

And oddly…that is what sends power rippling through me.

Not the lighter fluid. Not entirely.

It’s these two huge, intense, adoring men.

They’re here for me. They broke out of prison to find me. Claim me.

I’ve claimed them in the process, haven’t I?

There’s no use denying it. Not when I turn achy and flushed just being in the same room with them. Knowing they want to savage my body. Knowing that, by some stroke of a miracle, I’m the person binding them together. I’m their third. I was always destined to be the completion of their circle, whether any of us knew it or not.

That’s where my power to overcome the past is going to come from.

Now I have the strength of three, instead of one.

I drop the bottle of light fluid, lust crackling up my thighs. The need to feel that power. Harness it. Right here and now. I know how to replace the bad memories with good.

With them.

Klay and Ruger.

With my breath beginning to grow short, I strip off the dress I threw on before leaving my house, my nipples puckering at their sharp hisses of breath. “Make me forget,” I whisper, dragging my panties down to my ankles slowly and stepping out of them. In my heeled sandals, I glide to the kitchen table and place my palms flat on the surface. And with their ravenous male gazes devouring me, exhilaration climbs my spine. Anticipation. I’m so primed for touch that when a pair of hands grip my hips, I sob loudly, my feminine muscles contracting between my legs. “Yes.”

“You want it from behind?” Klay growls into my neck, yanking my butt back into his lap. “From who, baby? Your choice.”

“Both of you,” I breathe.

Klay’s muscles fill with tension.

There’s a click inside of me, however.

I’m the bond. The mortar that holds the three of us fast.

But my responsibility goes further. They’ve brought me here to purge my demons…but not until they do the same. Specifically Klay. Ruger has his share of heartache, but it’s largely been cured by his best friend already. He’s one step away from being complete, while Klay is a few emotional steps behind.

I turn around in Klay’s arms and cradle his rigid jaw in my hands. “My choice is both of you.” Leaning in, I kiss his mouth until he’s straining in his jeans, hoarse sounds coming from deep in his throat. “You’ll have me. And he’ll have you.”

Klay makes a ragged sound, halfway between a laugh and a cough. “That’s not possible. I don’t…Ruger and me…we’re not like that with each other.”

“No?” I reach out for Ruger and he appears beside us, his usual eager, conflicted self. There’s no doubt he’s overheard what’s been said, because he looks Klay in the eye fleetingly, then down at the ground. My heart swims with love for both of them in that moment. For Klay and all his complications and potential. For Ruger with his big, beautiful heart. With a sense of immense purpose I’ve never experienced in my life, I take Ruger’s hand and guide it down to Klay’s erection. “Rub him while we kiss.”

Klay makes a choked noise, his chest shuddering up and down when Ruger starts to massage him slowly, up and down, through the fly of his jeans.

“Say out loud that it feels good,” I whisper against Klay’s mouth.

“I can’t,” he pants.

“Why?”

“That’s…not who I’m supposed to me. I’m already a fucking thief.” He kisses me hard, almost angrily. “This one last domino falls and I’m…there’s no part of me that he’d approve of.”

Ruger’s hand stills a moment, before it resumes stroking Klay’s distended shaft. But now his mouth is open against Klay’s shoulder, as if dying to kiss his skin, but afraid of the repercussions. For my part, I feel as though I’ve just unlocked this man. I’ve just had the curtain pulled back and I know him. Know his heart. “Your father. He’s got a hold on you, same as mine does, but for different reasons.” I trace my tongue along the seam of his mouth. “Let it all go.”

“Easier said than done.”

“If you do it, so will I,” I say back—and that’s what gets him.

Klay wants me to be healed. Badly enough to trounce his own insecurities?

Yes.

Yes. Very slowly, he inhales and exhales, looking my square in the eye. Letting me share all of his anguish. And then he looks over at Ruger, granting him some of that pain as well. So we can help him carry it. Then Klay does something that I couldn’t have expected, but increases my love and affection for him tenfold.

He leans over and captures Ruger’s mouth.

Ruger’s eyes fly open in shock, then drift shut, his lips opening against Klay’s. The men break away with a growl, then dive back together, the kiss’s intensity skyrocketing. Ruger’s fingers tug downward on Klay’s zipper, freeing his sex and pumping his hand up and down the hard, bare flesh eagerly, bringing droplets of precome to the head. While continuing to kiss After kissing Ruger one more time with unleashed hunger, Klay spins me around, pressing me face down over the table.