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

And he would do it, because he wanted…needed. “Fill me, Keith…please…”
    “Don’t you move, Reed. This is my game now.”
    Keith’s finger played along his ass as Reed swallowed hard. This would be torture—sweet and painful all at once. His skin was drying and he was shivering from that and Keith’s touches and he heard himself groan. His fingers dug into the rug as he tried to be good, stay still. But he couldn’t. He moved back, trying to get Keith’s fingers deeper, and he was rewarded with several hard slaps to his ass.
    “You could’ve just asked,” Keith told him. But of course that would’ve been too easy, and Reed was anything but easy. He squeezed his eyes shut and let the pain from the slaps override everything else in his mind.
    He opened them only when he was sure he could stay still under Keith’s machinations. The man had two fingers inside him, twisted them, brushed his prostate, and he heard himself beg. It was a keening, needy sound, and he couldn’t hold it back.
    Keith must’ve taken pity on him, or else the bastard was too horny himself to wait, because soon the man’s thick cock was brushing his hole.
    “Going to fill you, Reed.” As he spoke, he yanked on Reed’s hair, forcing him up on his knees so his back was against Keith’s chest. He circled Reed’s cock, stroked it hard several times and then stopped.
    “Bastard,” he bit out and Keith laughed.
    “Just the way you like it.”
    “I’d like you to fuck me right now.”
    “You’d better say what I need to hear.”
    He wanted to do nothing of the sort. Had fought this from day goddamned one with both Bobby and Keith. But they’d worn him down in the most blissful way possible and now, Keith knew he needed it again.
    His eyes burned with tears—he didn’t want to be humiliated. Didn’t always understand where these needs and wants came from. But he would get nothing without the words—Keith was a hardass when he needed to be.
    When he opened his eyes, he knew something in the room had changed. Without turning to look, he realized that Shane was watching through the small opening.
    Reed could feel the kid’s gaze on him as surely as Keith’s dick pressing his ass insistently. And if Shane wanted to see what he’d be getting, Reed was more than happy to give him access to the entire show.

Chapter Ten
    Shane leaned against the doorjamb silently, not wanting to disturb the scene he’d almost walked in on. He’d heard the commotion and he’d forced himself up to make sure Guthrie hadn’t found him. He had a knife he’d picked up from the desk where Reed must’ve left it earlier—Keith’s lucky knife, Reed had called it—and now, he let his hand drop to his side as he tried to control his breathing.
    Because the scene in front of him was nothing like he’d expected.
    Keith and Reed. Naked. On the floor, obviously having just come in from the outside storm, their wet clothing strewn in a path that led from the front door to where they currently lay.
    They looked more like they were wrestling than fucking—Shane supposed that’s how it was with those two anyway—a fight to dominate one another—this time with Keith ultimately winning.
    What did Keith want Reed to say? He could see the words nearly forming on Reed’s lips, but there was a stubbornness inside of that man that burned brightly.
    “Reed, you need to say the goddamned words.”
    “Ineedyoutofuckmeandthenspankme.”
    The words came out in a rush and Keith smiled and took no time at all to prove his dominance.
    Shane’s cock grew impossibly hard as he watched Keith pin Reed down on all fours and bite the man on the back of the neck—a show of the ultimate alpha, all while his cock pistoned in and out of Reed’s ass.
    Reed’s face contorted—the line between pleasure and pain Shane longed for—and he found himself shoving his hands down his sweatpants and fisting his own cock in response, barely able to hold back his own moan.
    Keith