Forever Starts Tonight (10 page)

As swift as a blink, Jace twisted Andre’s arm behind his back and grabbed a set of cuffs that were hanging from a peg on the wall. He clicked the cuff around one wrist then got hold of Andre’s other arm. Andre struggled, and Evan knew Andre the cop could get out of that hold in any number of ways, but he didn’t want to get away. Not really. The cuffs locked into place.

Jace released Andre’s arms, a smug smile on his face. “That’s better. Now we can get this shower taken care of.”

Jace grabbed the soap again and sudsed up his hands. His gaze slid over to Evan and he gave her a chin lift—one that seemed to say,
Still with me?
She mouthed the word
hot
to him. He grinned and shook his head as if still amused his girlfriend had a boy-on-boy fetish. She hadn’t known she did until she’d met them. But once she’d realized how mind-melting it could be to see the two of them together, all the while knowing they were just as committed and attracted to her, it was like hitting some sort of man lottery.

Jace waited until his hands were dripping with the slippery soap bubbles before putting his hands on Andre’s chest. Andre jolted and tried to back up, but only hit the wall. “Get your hands off me.”

Jace tugged on Andre’s nipples rings. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your dick certainly disagrees.”

Jace trailed his hand down Andre’s abdomen, which was rising and falling with quick breaths, and let his fingertips trace down the trail of dark hair below Andre’s navel. He grasped Andre’s thick cock in his soapy fist and gave a few polishes over the head. Andre’s erection, which had already been halfway there, swelled in Jace’s grip. Andre’s head tipped back against the tile. “Fuck.”

“That’s the idea,” Jace said, still stroking Andre. “Though,
fucked
is more apropos for you in this situation.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’m going to let you do that,” Andre said, but already his hips were rocking ever so slightly into Jace’s hand.

“Oh, you don’t have to
let
me do anything, friend. I’m going to take it.” Jace’s hand dipped lower and cupped Andre’s balls, which were hanging heavy between tense thighs, and slicked them with soap. Andre moaned gruffly, and Evan couldn’t pull her attention away from the way Jace tugged and kneaded that tender flesh. She would’ve been afraid to handle either of them so roughly. But Andre seemed to be responding just how Jace wanted. Damn, maybe she should be taking notes.

After making Andre pant a little, Jace moved two fingers further back, stroking along that sensitive skin underneath. Andre’s teeth bit into his lip, clearly trying to hold back another moan.

“It’s okay,” Jace said in a soothing voice, that edge of evil right beneath it. “I know you want to. You can beg me to fuck you. I won’t tell her. I won’t tell her that you’re leaking and hard just from me rubbing my dick against yours.”

And Jace was, oh, he was—angling his hips forward and stroking his cock against Andre’s. He ground against him hard, the slippery sound of their bodies moving against each other almost driving Evan to madness.
God.
Now her clit was officially throbbing, all her blood relocating south. Jace lowered his face toward Andre’s, barely brushing his lips along his mouth.

“Going to come all over yourself?” Jace goaded. “I can feel how fucking bad you want me.”

Evan ran a hand over her throat, her arousal rushing through her with a heady force. Lord, maybe it had been a mistake to agree to only watch. She felt like she was burning with fever. But before she could get herself back together, an unexpected noise had her attention jolting upward again.

Andre had spat. Actually
spat
in Jace’s face in response to the snide comment. Holy shit.

But Jace only chuckled and turned his face into one of the shower streams to rinse it off. Everything about his expression said one thing—the man loved the game. When role-playing, both men fully committed. It was something that had always made it so hot for Evan. A safe word would stop everything, bring her sweet guys back to the front, but damn it could be fun to lose yourself in the game, to not feel any shame or awkwardness about exploring dark and normally forbidden things. And the guys were going for it this morning.

“You’re going to regret that. I was gonna be nice and just fuck you. But now you’ve pissed me off.” Jace stepped around Andre and grabbed the back of his neck, hard. “Move your goddamned feet.”

Andre’s jaw was set but he moved forward, erection not flagging, and Jace led him to a wide teak bench he’d pulled to the middle of the room. A thick rubber mat was spread beneath it and the bench had a half-circle cut out at one end. Evan had a good idea what that was there for.

“On your knees,” Jace said, trying to guide him down, but Andre resisted.

“Fuck you.”

Jace moved behind Andre and bumped his knees into the back of Andre’s, catching Andre off guard and making his knees give way. He sank to the floor, the mat cushioning the fall. Then Jace put his knee into Andre’s back. “On your belly. I’m losing my patience with you.”

Andre sprawled across the bench, his chest pressing into the smooth wood, his cheek resting against it, his face toward Evan, and his hands still cuffed behind his back. Jace didn’t waste any time and locked the strap attached to the bench around Andre’s waist to secure him in place before going to the other restraints. Within a minute, Andre was locked down, knees spread wide, thighs cuffed to the legs of the bench, and his erection and testicles hanging free in that half-circle cutout of space the bench provided. Evan had the urge to scoot herself right under that bench and use her tongue in all kinds of creative ways, to nuzzle the soap-slicked skin, feel it slide beneath her lips, but she forced herself to stay in her spot. She didn’t want to break the spell.

The guys were out of the direct stream of water, but droplets splashed off the walls and the mist clung everywhere. Evan wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a man look so beautiful in submission as Andre did. Water running in rivulets over tanned skin, cock standing proud, and one gorgeous backside exposed to a man with a very dangerous look in his eye.

Jace went to a cabinet and got what he needed, then strode back to stand behind Andre as naked and proud as you please. “You gonna apologize for spitting in my face, boy?”

“Hold your breath, asshole, and see.”

Jace pulled something from behind his back—a flogger of some sort. Evan leaned forward, trying to see what kind. It didn’t look like any he’d used on her before. Plus, wet leather didn’t seem like a good idea. But when he flicked it a little, she heard the squeaking noise the tails made when they rubbed against each other. Rubber.
Jesus
.

She hadn’t been in this lifestyle all that long, but she’d been to The Ranch enough times to know there were levels of intensity when it came to flogging materials. And rubber was one of those with the red Experienced Players Only warning label. And
wet
rubber. Despite her own penchant for masochism, even she got a little worried for Andre.

Jace lifted the flogger and brought the tails down along Andre’s backside. The swing looked light but Andre reared up against the restraints and hissed out a breath.

“That didn’t sound like an
I’m sorry
.”

Andre ground his teeth. He had a safe word if he needed it, but he didn’t say sorry and he didn’t safe out.

Jace hit him again with a little more oomph, and Evan winced at the sound of the rubber hitting wet flesh. But Andre’s cock gave a jerk and his body shivered hard, a clear approval. Jace swung again across the backs of Andre’s thighs—once, twice, three times—the sharp snapping sound echoing off the tiles. Red welts appeared almost instantly, and Andre let loose a gut-deep moan, like it was so damn good he couldn’t bear it.

Whoa
. Evan knew the man had a masochistic streak, but she hadn’t seen him take anything like this. Obviously Jace knew he liked it and could handle it. Because though Jace was watching Andre for any signs of distress, he looked relaxed and confident standing there behind him, wielding that flogger. Jace would never hit her with something like that, so maybe he and Andre did heavier stuff in their alone time. The thought didn’t make her jealous, but it made her damn curious.

Andre still refused to apologize, and Jace continued with the beating. Stripe after stripe appeared on Andre’s ass and thighs. Andre had to be dripping with sweat and burning all over by now. Hell, she was sweating. But he didn’t say a word and his arousal only seemed to increase, that pretty cock thick and glossy tipped. He was flying high. She could almost feel his descent into subspace, and she got an ache of her own, knowing how lovely a place it was to be.

Then Jace landed a blow along the soles of Andre’s feet and the man finally broke. Andre groaned long and loud, his voice hoarse when he managed to speak. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry. Please. Just please.”

“Please what?” Jace asked, his tone dry but fiery intent in his eyes.

“I’ll give you whatever you want. Take whatever you want. Just please . . .”

Jace set aside the flogger and grabbed one of the bottles he’d taken out when he’d gotten his equipment. This one looked to be shower gel or shampoo. “You want my cock, big man?”

“Yes,
fuck
.” Andre’s hands fisted in his cuffs as he obviously tried to keep himself still. “Please. You can tell her I begged. I don’t care.”

Jace stepped forward and smoothed his soapy hands along Andre’s sure-to-be-burning backside. The scent of something minty drifted through the steam, and Evan guessed the gel had some sort of cooling effect. Jace had rubbed something similar on her before. Andre moaned and tapped his forehead to the bench—clearly hovering in some place between agony and ecstasy.

“I like seeing my marks on you. It does it for me, knowing Mr. Tough Guy can’t help but get hard for me.” Jace grabbed a bottle of lube and tipped it over until viscous liquid slid down Andre’s crack. Then he pressed the heel of his hand over the space between Andre’s spread cheeks and massaged the oil in, his fingers playing with Andre’s balls along the way.

Andre’s back rose with choppy breaths again, and she could tell by the flexing of his muscles that he was dying in the sensation of it all. She didn’t have all the same parts, but she knew how lethal Jace’s hands could be, knew what that pressure and rubbing could feel like when you were hanging by a thread.

Jace let his thumb slide into Andre’s asshole, slow and easy, pumping it in and out ever so slightly, then he leaned down and licked over the spot.

Oh, fuck.
Evan made her own needy noise under her breath and had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop more from slipping out. The act didn’t necessarily surprise her. She’d been on the receiving end of it before with these two, but seeing them doing it to each other—the forbiddenness of it alone flipped all her circuits. Jace’s attention turned toward her as he teased Andre with his tongue, and his gaze branded her. Gone was the playfulness, the hey-we’re-in-this-together vibe. He was looking at her like she was next on his list to take down.

She adjusted on the bench and her inner thighs slid against each other, her arousal making everything slippery and sensitive. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, trying to temper how desperately turned on she was.

Jace lifted his head and made a motion like opening a shirt, then mouthed,
Take it off
.

She glanced down at her robe and got the message loud and clear. She was no longer watching the game; she was part of it. She stood and slipped the robe off. Despite the room’s warmth, her nipples hardened immediately and every part of her became more aware.

Jace’s focus tracked down her body with slow deliberation, lingering on the spot between her thighs right as he slipped two fingers into Andre. He stroked Andre with easy, languid movements, and Evan felt as if he were stroking her as well. Her heartbeat drowned out the sound of the showers.

“Looks like you’re turning more than me on, my friend.” Jace smiled a sinner’s smile and reached over with his free hand to tug off Andre’s blindfold. “We have a spy.”

Andre blinked, his expression going confused at first then tense when he saw Evan in his line of sight. “Jace.”

Evan heard the accusation in his voice, and it threw her for a moment. Did Andre not want her here?

“Yes?” Jace asked, almost nonchalantly as he worked Andre with his fingers.

Andre’s jaw was tight and he closed his eyes. “You know I don’t—”

“I can go,” Evan blurted, feeling out of place for the first time in a long while.

“No,” Andre said, the sound sharp, sudden. “Don’t. It’s just—”

“Andre knows that you understand he’s a switch,” Jace said, meeting her eyes. “But he’s afraid if he lets you see him fully under my hand, you’ll view him differently as a dom.”

The comment stung. “What? That’s ridiculous.”

“Bella,”
Andre said, a little pained . . . or probably pained
and
turned on because Jace was now lubing up Andre’s cock in his fist. Andre kept his eyes tightly shut. But he wasn’t calling his safe word or putting a halt to things.

Jace nodded at Evan. “Ev, pull that smaller bench up next to his and sit. Let him see how watching him bottom for me affects you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, slipping into her role with ease. She’d thought this morning was just going to be a fun view, but clearly Jace was pushing one of Andre’s edges. She grabbed the small teak bench Jace had indicated and dragged it across the tile until it was next to Andre’s. She sat right in his line of sight.

“Spread your legs, gorgeous,” Jace said, his voice gruff with his own arousal. “Show this hardheaded cop what you think of him prone and spread out for me.”

Andre opened his eyes, a hint of wariness there. She swallowed hard and parted her knees, knowing everything would be glaringly obvious. His gaze fell heavy on her. And just having him look at her so intimately got her even more geared up. She had the sudden urge to rub her body along his sudsy naked one.

“See. Touch her, Andre,” Jace said, bending over and unlatching Andre’s cuffs. “Feel how wet she is, how turned on she is by seeing us together like this.”