Free Bound for Keeps (Men of Honor) by SE Jakes Page A

that signaled he was thinking of his time in and the things he’d seen and done. Reed knew he’d recognized the PTSD in Shane for sure…which meant he’d also know they were the best ones to help him. “You’re too fucking impulsive, Reed.”
    “And you usually like it.” He was spiraling—fast. He and Keith had been having sex—quiet sex—since Shane had arrived, and it had been barely enough to pull him back from the edge. He needed—wanted—craved more. And Keith could give it to him.
    As much as he resisted—and he would really, truly resist—he would know, in the aftermath, that it was the right thing. He’d discovered it the first time Keith and Bobby had taken him in hand and showed him that he could find some peace through submitting to two dominating men.
    “I am going to fuck that stubbornness right out of you.” Keith spoke the words quietly, but they echoed in Reed’s ears despite the storm.
    “You can try,” Reed told him. “But maybe I’ll fuck you first.”
    Keith went after him, but Reed was ready. They crashed through the door, Reed barely able to close it behind him, thanks to the wind, before Keith was ripping at his clothes and pushing him toward the bedroom at the same time.
    “Shane is—” he started, but Keith cut him off, his voice low and dangerous. “Should’ve thought of that before you started with me. Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson.”
    “I’ve learned plenty,” Reed spat at him as Keith shoved him into the bedroom. Reed’s jeans were down around his ankles and he tripped his way into the room. The door caught on the rug, closed most of the way but Reed couldn’t worry about that now. His mind reeled and survival instincts gripped him tightly.
    He heard himself practically wheeze, even as Keith caught him and yanked at the wet jeans with no finesse. Reed ripped Keith’s shirt off and broke the zipper on the big man’s jeans as well. He’d give as good as he got.
    But even though he knew the inevitable would happen tonight—that Keith would win and Reed would end up with Keith’s cock buried deep inside him—Reed still fought. Tonight, for some reason, that was important.
    He’d topped Keith before—not often—not nearly as often as Bobby had been allowed to, but it all somehow worked—three pieces of a seamless puzzle when they fell into bed, nuzzling and sucking and fucking until they couldn’t come anymore.
    Reed remembered coming home late some nights from a house call to find Bobby and Keith tangled in the bed or heard them fucking against the kitchen counters.
    Sometimes, it was so fucking hot all he had to do was watch for a few minutes and he’d come hard in his pants. Like a wet dream without the sleep.
    Sometimes, more often than not, he’d join them, end up pulled between the two powerful men, commanded and obeying like the good soldier he’d once been.
    The Army had put him through college and med school, and had given him a wicked case of PTSD as a parting gift.
    Bobby and Keith had eased all his burdens.
    “You gonna calm down now?” Keith asked, backing off a little. Reed was naked, Keith just about there, and for a long moment, there was a standoff. Reed could get out of this.
    Now, he slammed Keith, who fell back, surprised. But that didn’t matter—he was up again, taking Reed to the ground. Ripping what was left of his soaked shirt off in a frenzy and rock hard, the way Reed had been since the argument began. Not giving a shit that they weren’t alone in the house, because they were both beyond that.
    “Remember, you asked for this, the way you always do,” Keith growled, smacking his ass several times until Reed felt himself backing into the hands, his face surely as red as his ass at this point. He didn’t even bother to try to get away because the first smack gave him the pleasure and pain he craved. It calmed him, brought him right to the edge.
    And then Keith stopped cold.
    Fucker would make him beg for it.