Chapter 6
Kit liked the way they toyed with him.
Holden’s pulse quickened at the sight of James’s hand around Kit’s throat. The sight of Kit’s lips, bruised red by another man’s kiss. Something Holden hadn’t been allowed to do for an entire month.
The feeling was like the familiar violent urges, but the ember smoldering in Holden’s heart was different than before. Blood wouldn’t solve this craving.
Kit swallowed beneath James’s hand—in reaction to Holden’s words. That was what made it tolerable. Each time James or Darius touched Kit, it was always clear. Holden could sit across the entire room, and still put that glassy, stunned look in Kit’s eyes.
As much as Holden wanted to be the one pinching Kit’s soft pink nipples, tugging them red and tender, this was nice. He drank in every gasp and shiver from a distance.
“I do have a plug,” James said, which made Kit’s eyes widen again. “Cabinet next to my desk, top drawer.”
A subtle challenge edged James’s voice. This was another test.
James had been testing Holden all week. Technical challenges, temperament challenges.
How annoying could James be without Holden snapping?
The answer was extremely annoying—Holden didn’t usually tolerate petty slights well, but he had a purpose here.
He needed to behave, or seeing Kit would get very difficult.
And he sensed a purpose behind the tests. Something beyond just judging whether Holden was safe around Kit.
Holden shouldn’t be surprised. He and James weren’t so different, after all. James had killed more people than Holden.
Not as many as Darius. Now that was role model material.
“Do you want me to grab the plug?” Holden asked Kit, because he didn’t particularly care about keeping James’s cum deep inside Kit. He just cared about the way Kit squirmed.
“Yes,” Kit breathed.
Holden rose from the couch, not fast but not slow.
His cock strained for attention; he ignored it.
As comfortable as he felt, he wasn’t stupid.
No sudden movements, and his hands needed to stay visible.
He sidled behind James’s desk—a quick glance at the computer showed only a darkened screen, pity—then to the heavy wooden cabinet.
The top drawer was unlocked. Inside were a bottle of lube, a red butt plug, and a handgun.
Holden’s hand froze on the drawer handle. This was the test.
James’s touch lightened on Kit, ready to react. Would Holden take the gun? Would he take the ammunition? Would he hesitate just a moment too long?
James catalogued every small expression across Holden’s face—because there were expressions now. Surprise, temptation, resolve. A strange beat of happiness. James had been testing Holden all month, but only with Kit in the room could he read the results.
Only with Kit did Holden lose control.
Holden reached into the drawer—and set the plug on the desk. Then the lube.
Kit swallowed beneath James’s palm.
“Are you sure about fucking him on your desk?” Holden asked, closing the drawer. “You’ll knock over your computers.”
Empty-handed, Holden moved away from the desk.
“Fair point,” James said, with the satisfied thrill of a hunch proven right. Almost as sweet as the feeling of Kit writhing against his cock. “Maybe the coffee table would be better.”
Bishop would call him reckless. Darius would call him a reckless fucking idiot. But this moment was enough. James could use Holden. He had a feeling Holden would prove incredibly helpful, with a little training.
Now that Kit was safe and Bishop was handling the SCU case, James could resume his true mission: making his family’s killers pay.
Slowly. Thoroughly.
He’d spent half his life working towards this goal, and he’d done a lot of soul-searching along the way. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he could work wholly on his own. He had outside investigators. Friends, which would have shocked him ten years ago.
But now, drawing closer to the Rat King, James needed allies with murkier morals than Bishop and Darius. The Rat King ruled a criminal network that James had barely scratched the surface of. Its web of influence rivaled, or maybe even surpassed, the long-vanished Viper.
Darius was too cautious. Bishop was too good a friend. He would keep James from going too far.
Holden would do no such thing.
Kit gave an exasperated groan. “Are you two done with the weird eye contact? I’d like to get fucked before the coffee shop closes.”
“Of course, pretty boy,” James murmured into his hair, then pushed him forward. “Thanks for keeping us on schedule.”
Kit knelt in front of the coffee table, James urging him down by the hair. His stinging scalp only intensified the need zinging through his nerves.
James pushed again, and the practice cell phones scattered as he bent Kit over the table. Caught between cold wood and burning attention, Kit braced himself on his elbows.
Holden set two objects on the table—the lube and the plug. Kit hadn’t seen this plug before today. Bright red silicone, not too large. The neck below the flared base might be the width of James’s cock. But the wider bulb looked…
…distracting, if they wanted Kit to wear it in public.
“Are you free the second weekend in January?” Holden asked, sitting on the floor between the table and the couch. He had a perfect view of Kit’s reddening face.
Kit’s breath hitched as James tugged his jeans. “That’s like a month away. I have no idea. Yes?”
Holden propped his chin in his hand. “My parents are visiting, since I’m not going to their place for winter break.”
“Sorry if we interrupted your vacation plans,” James said cheerfully, yanking Kit’s jeans and briefs halfway down his thighs. He palmed Kit’s ass with one broad hand while reaching for the lube.
Kit struggled to follow the conversation. His cock twitched where it hung. “You want me to meet your parents?”
“Yes,” Holden said casually.
“Is that—” Kit jerked, balls tightening, as slick fingers pressed against his hole—
“Is that really a good idea?”
Holden tenderly brushed the hair from Kit’s forehead. The touch was nothing like the fingers prying Kit open from behind, yet just the same. “They’ll like you. Or else.”
“So wholesome,” James muttered as he fucked two fingers deep into Kit.
“What if they ask how we met?” Kit asked, voice going high. Oh, fuck, James knew exactly how to take him apart. “Or what I’m majoring in? Or what I do for a living?”
“We met at the library.” Holden smiled fondly. “You can just lie about everything else.”
Right. Kit had somehow forgotten about lying.
“This is charming,” James said, withdrawing his fingers. The hot, blunt head of his cock nudged in their place. “But you’re way too coherent right now, babe. Let’s fix that.”
And he shoved inside.
Kit rocked forward with the thrust. His lips parted on a moan—until Holden’s hand covered his mouth.
“Shh, darling,” Holden purred. “People will hear you.”
Kit’s answering whimper was muffled. In his heated delirium, he wouldn’t mind being overheard. But this was better, his every noise and breath under loving control.
Hopefully Kit would never get used to this. The raw, primal feeling of a cock stretching him open. Every time was a new revelation of how a body could feel. How much a body could take. Like Kit was a new, different person every time one of his men shoved inside him.
No, not a different person. Like Kit was more completely himself, with James or Darius inside him.
Someday this would be Holden, Kit thought, gasping against Holden’s palm. Sooner rather than later, if the teasing continued. Kit was the one who originally decided they should restart their relationship, but now Holden was enjoying drawing this out.
“Your eyes are wet.” Holden peered closer, like Kit was the most fascinating treasure. “You’re gorgeous when you cry.”
“I’m not crying,” Kit said, garbled beneath Holden’s palm.
James’s thighs slapped against Kit’s ass. His breath was rough already. “Do you want to come on my cock, babe? Or do you want us to decide when you come?”
Holden thoughtfully uncovered Kit’s mouth.
Kit gasped. His shirt and sweatshirt rode up his torso, exposing most of his back. The table edge bit his thighs, until James lifted him higher by the hips. The next thrust punched even deeper.
“Yes,” Kit managed.
“That wasn’t a yes or no question, pretty thing.” James slowed, dragging against Kit’s sensitive nerves. “You need to pick if I blow your mind now or make you wait.”
Kit really wanted to come. He was embarrassingly close already, both men’s attention fucking his mind as James stretched open his ass. Tension tightened his balls, and his cock bobbed against his stomach with every thrust.
But if he let James and Holden decide… Kit liked the way they toyed with him. Kit knew all the darkest corners of himself. He didn’t know how to treat himself right, the way they did.
Holden touched Kit’s lip, gently, pressing his thumb inside. “Let us decide, angel.”
“Okay,” Kit breathed. “Okay, make me wait.”
“Even if it isn’t for hours?” James asked, grinding in until Kit saw stars.
Panic tightened Kit around James, which only intensified each feeling. The good, sexy kind of panic. His imagination stretched James’s threat to days. Weeks. Tied to a bed and writhing around a plug, as James and Holden and Darius took care of him…
“Maybe we’ll swing by Darius’s place after coffee,” James continued. His voice wasn’t quite steady. “Deliver you all desperate to his door, and you don’t get to come until Darius fucks your tender little ass to pieces.”
“Fuck,” Kit and Holden breathed in unison.
Holden grinned, a wicked light in his eyes. “I really like the way you think, James.”
“That’s Mr. Zhou to you, intern,” James said haughtily, and fucked an extra moan from Kit.
Holden’s grin only widened. “Sure, Mr. Zhou,” he said, and curved his grip beneath Kit’s jaw.
Kit strained upward with the pressure, held in place by hips and throat. His lips parted, overwhelmed, but the next moan never broke from his throat. Holden leaned across the table and covered Kit’s mouth, devouring his every whimper in a kiss.
Another revelation. Another natural moment, like the next beat of Kit’s heart.
Like they’d never kissed before. Like they’d kissed every day of the past month.
It was wet. Sloppy. Teeth bit into Kit’s lip, his or Holden’s or both, as James rocked him forward. Arousal swelled inside Kit, and he almost forgot he was supposed to wait—
Until James shuddered to a halt, spilling inside him.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” James breathed. He paused there, holding Kit up, preventing Kit from making more than tiny, useless thrusts of his hips.
Holden kissed Kit’s slack mouth. Sucked his lower lip between his teeth, then pulled away. Kit’s bangs almost obscured the sight of Holden wiping his mouth.
“I want to plug him,” Holden said roughly.
James was generous in his usual post-orgasm smugness. “Go right ahead.” As he withdrew, he pressed between Kit’s shoulder blades. “That is, if my boyfriend doesn’t mind.”
Kit bent with the pressure, chest flattening against the coffee table. The wood was cold against his sensitive nipples, even through his shirt. “That’s fine. Really fine.”
The position kept his ass in the air, his hole exposed, not a drop of cum leaking out. Ready to be plugged up.
James tugged his rim open, playing with his softened muscle, then sat on the table next to Kit. He toyed with the sweat beading on Kit’s bare skin, following it up and under Kit’s wrinkled clothes.
“I have a private bathroom attached to my office,” James said, regaining some composure in his voice. “You’ll be able to freshen up before we leave.”
God, Kit hadn’t even thought about that. He only wanted James and Holden to see him like this, wrecked and utterly vulnerable. So desperate for relief—but his only task now was to carry James’s cum inside him.
Holden knelt behind him. Silent at first. Tentative. Kit held his breath until fingertips brushed the curve of his cheek.
“You look so pretty all full of cum.” Holden traced Kit’s sensitive upper thigh, then his taint, drawing out a shiver. “We should spend a whole day like this sometime. Taking turns coming inside you, plugging you up between rounds, until you’re so full your belly swells up.”
Kit arched into Holden’s touch. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“I think it is.” Holden popped the cap off the lube, and cool liquid poured over Kit’s hole. “We could test it and see who’s right. Relax, darling.”
Exhaling, Kit obeyed. Already softened by James’s cock, Kit’s body opened obediently for the tip of the plug. The lube and Holden’s steady hand did the rest of the work. Nerves stretched and sang around the widest part before the plug settled perfectly into place.
Holden tugged, and Kit’s ass clung to the narrower neck.
“Perfect,” Holden said. “Now, let’s go out for coffee.”