He slowly pulled out the plug, putting it on the floor then reached for the paddle right as Keira came. Her head flew back, low, whimpering moans escaped her mouth. Fuck. She was so beautiful.
He landed the paddle with a sharp smack. Julian let out a deep groan. Another smack. Another groan. Slap! Smack! His ass was a deep red by now and Cole threw the paddle down. Enough. He had to have him.
The condom went on in record time. He covered his dick in lube then started to press his way inside Julian’s ass. The other man drew his face away from Keira’s pussy. By now, her cheeks were flushed, and sweat coated her skin in a soft dew.
“Just take me already,” Julian demanded. “I won’t fucking break.”
Cole slapped the side of his ass. “I’ll take you at my pace. Behave and get our girl off again.”
Julian returned his face to her pussy, eating her out, making her cry out loud as Cole thrust his way into Julian’s ass. He drew back, drove forward. Harder. Faster. His need became all-consuming as he heard Keira cry out again.
He roared with his release, driving himself deep, feeling Julian’s ass tighten around him. Shit. Shit. He could barely breathe, couldn’t think. Blackness covered his vision for the barest of seconds. As he came back to Earth, he tugged Julian up and reached around, wrapping his hand around the other man’s cock. With his cock still in Julian’s ass, he used firm, long strokes of his hand to jack the other man off. Julian shook in his arms, his breath growing faster, until finally he let out a deep moan, that filled Cole with satisfaction.
Mine.
They were his. And he would protect them.
33
The wait was killing him.
Julian stood and stretched. Five days had passed since those photos came out and nothing. No Vincento. Maybe they were wrong, and he wasn’t coming for them. Maybe he hadn’t seen the photos.
Maybe he’s dead.
Whatever was going on, he just wished he knew. He and Cole had worked on the house each day, hoping he’d confront them there. Outside, some of Raptor Inc.’s men were stationed around the house in outbuildings and hidden in the trees. Both he and Cole wore wires.
And nothing had happened.
Fuck. He couldn’t take it much longer.
He knew Cole was stressed as well. None of them were really sleeping. They took turns lying with Keira at night while the other kept watch. At least Joel was taking care of Bridges. Julian knew Cole would rather do it, but Joel had pointed out that he had enough of his plate. Plus, Joel seemed to be enjoying the hell out of ruining the man professionally and financially.
Bridges would suffer for what he’d done.
“We need to leave soon,” Cole told him. “Keira’s shift started half an hour ago.”
One of Jake’s deputies would be watching in the restaurant while two of Raptor Inc.’s men would be outside Fet. He hated to think what all of this was costing Cole.
“Yeah. Okay. Let’s get a move on.”
They both looked up in shock as Theo one of Raptor Inc.’s men ran inside, his face frantic.
“It’s Keira!” he yelled. “He went after Keira.”
Julian’s heart stopped then he turned and ran.
Keira looked through the restaurant, checking that no one needed her. She was shocked that Cole and Julian weren’t here already. Despite the added security from Raptor Inc and the sheriff’s department, they still liked to be here during her shift.
She sighed, wishing everyone didn’t feel like they had to protect her. She wished she was stronger, that she could help do something to find that bastard, Vincento. She knew that Cole and Julian thought that protecting her was the most important thing, but she wanted to protect them as well.
She stepped into the kitchen, looking around for Renard.
“Renard? Renard? Are you in here?” Keira stepped into the large pantry, looking for the grouchy chef. She gasped as she saw him lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. What happened? Had he collapsed? Had a stroke? “Renard!”
“He’s all
right,” a dark voice drawled. “It was just a knock on the head.”