Embracing His Syn (41 page)

Syn’s laugh was borderline sinister.
“You said it, babe.” All four of the men were wearing only briefs
except the hot cop that had questioned Furi. Detective Ronowski.
Yeah, that was it. He was stark naked. Day switched their positions
so that he was in front of Ronowski.

“
I hope I’m not
interrupting fellas. Furi and I were in the area and thought y’all
might be up for a game of Parcheesi,” Syn snorted a laugh. “But it
looks like you're already playing a game. One that's much more fun
than Parcheesi.” Syn’s voice was like smooth, whipped
butter.

“
You wanna play too?” Day
asked, staring directly at Furi.

Furi hid his face in Syn’s shoulder
since he was trying hard not to stare at his boyfriend’s
co-workers. But they were all hot as hell. Especially, God. Damn
the man was huge and built. All those muscles and tattoos on full
display.

“
Hell, Day. One cock is
sexy. Two cocks, that’s heavenly, but three cocks to play with ...
that’s just an embarrassment of riches.”

Day walked over to them and Ronowski
had to scramble behind the kitchen island to conceal his nudity.
The intent in Day’s sexy gait and gleaming hazel eyes was
unmistakable. “Maybe porn puppy wants to put on a little show for
us,” Day said standing directly in front of them. Day brought his
hand up and ran it through Furi’s long hair.

Syn yanked Furi tighter against him.
“Unless you want your hand severed at the wrist, remove it.” Syn’s
voice was deadly low.

Although Furi was sure Syn was just
joking, it was a major turn on when he showed off his possessive
side.

Day narrowed his eyes and stepped back
but Furi didn’t miss the smug look.

“
How the hell did you get
in here? I know the alarm was on,” Day asked.

“
Just think of me as the
wind,” Syn said, his voice full of sarcasm. God went to the back
door and peeked out.

“
He cut the wires,” God
said, sounding annoyed. “Fucker.”

Syn ignored God and looked at the
other two men, embracing each other while watching the exchange
with amused expressions. “How are you, Detective Johnson? Fancy
seeing you and Ronowski over here at this late hour.”

“
Fuck you.” Johnson
laughed. “You already knew, so don’t act shocked.”

“
I’m not acting shocked.
You’re right, I did know. You four are always staring at each other
like pieces of prime USDA beef. I’d be a pretty shitty detective if
I never noticed.”

“
So all of you are, ya
know ..." Furi gestured between them with his hands.

“
We’re really good
friends,” God confirmed and his tone clearly indicated the
conversation was over.

“
Fuck,” Furi groaned,
rubbing his stiffening cock. “That’s fucking wild. Nice piercings
by the way fellas.” Both Day and Ronowski had pierced nipples. Day
opting for black barbells while Ronowski’s gold ones glowed against
his tan skin.

“
You got a hot one,
don’tcha Sarge?” Ronowski’s beautiful smile could be any man’s
undoing. Furi stared at the beautiful naked man and couldn’t stop
his own grin from stretching across his face. Imagining all six of
them in bed would be way too overwhelming for him, but it made one
hell of a visual fantasy.

“
Don’t even think about
it,” Syn growled.

“
You’re gonna replace that
panel, fuck face,” God said slamming the back door.

“
You got it boss. However,
I have a problem and there’s something more important that I need
handled first.” Syn suddenly looked serious. The others turned
serious as well.

“
Anything,” Day spoke up
first.

“
Name it,” Johnson chimed
in. Folding his large arms over his ample chest, listening
intently.

Wow. If one has a problem, they all
have a problem. Each one ready to join in and take the other's
situation on themselves. Exquisite valor.

“
The protective order for
Furious was denied by Magistrate Henley. Furi is still being
stalked and threatened. I’m not underestimating this guy, Day.
After the beat down I gave him, he’s still trying to make a move.
He’s been watching Furi’s work place and trying to catch him alone.
I’m trying to do what’s right and follow the chain of command. I
need to protect Furi and my job. If he touches Furi, I’ll find him
and I’ll kill him.”

Furi shivered at Syn’s directness and
intensity. He felt Syn squeeze him tighter, like he couldn’t bear
the thought of losing him.

“
Alright. First of all,
don’t do anything rash. I’ll call Magistrate Jones. I’m sure she’ll
grant us the order. In the meantime, do you know where these guys
are staying?” Day asked.

“
Yeah, Jessup found them
for me with the partial plate number that I gave him. They’re at
the Mandarin Chateau in West Atlanta,” Syn said.

“
Maybe we should pay them
a visit,” Johnson said menacingly.

Furi had no doubt the guy
could do just as much damage as the others. God turned to look at
Johnson and Furi got a glimpse of an extremely large lion’s head
tattooed on God’s back.
Jesus
Christ.
It took up the entire left side.
The mouth was open wide in mid-roar. The full bushy mane was so
detailed it looked like it moved with God’s muscles. Its coloring
was its most breathtaking feature; the golden-brown of the mane was
mixed with streaks of black and gold. The paws were big and the
claws were extended as if it was about to attack.
Damn
.

Furi was snapped out of the beast's
trance when Syn popped him on the ass. His face flushed when he
noticed everyone staring at him. “It’s beautiful artwork,” Furi
admitted.

“
Glad to know,” Day said.
“But I asked you if your ex has approached you since he cornered
you in the alley?”

“
No, I’m always with my
business partner or Syn. So no, I only get calls and texts,” Furi
answered.

“
Forward those to me ASAP.
I’ll call Valerie in the morning. It’ll be handled, I promise you.
Syn, in the meantime, make sure Furi has everyone’s personal cell
programmed into his phone,” Day said. Furi was beginning to see why
Syn thought so highly of his bosses.

“
Tomorrow’s Sunday.
Magistrate Jones probably won’t be in until Monday,” Syn said, the
frustration clear in his tone.

“
Magistrates work
twenty-four hours and she covers most Sundays. So it works,”
Ronowski added.

“
For fuck’s sake, Ro. Go
put on some goddamn clothes. The moment's over, man,” Syn grated
out.

Everyone laughed as Syn and Furi got
up to leave. Ronowski was slinking out of the room, walking
backwards with his hand over his junk.

God clasped Syn on his shoulder. “You
are not to try to handle this on your own. You got
that?”

Syn stared for several seconds,
neither man looking away. “I got it,” Syn finally spoke. Furi let
loose a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Damn, there was a
shitload of testosterone in this room.

Syn turned to his other Lieutenant.
“Thanks Day.”

“
I’ll call you tomorrow
when it’s in effect,” Day answered.

Furi shook Day’s hand and voiced his
own gratitude as Syn led him to the back door. “We’ll just leave
the way we came in.” Syn was back to teasing his bosses.

“
You have a really nice
kitchen,” Furi added.

Day threw a potholder at him. “Get the
fuck out.”

“
Next time knock,” God
barked after them.

“
Ditto,” Syn yelled back,
halfway out the door.

Syn’s hands were everywhere when he
opened the door and they fell into the apartment. Furi was rough
and demanding as usual, but it was multiplied exponentially. Furi
kicked the door shut and pushed Syn back against it, then slammed
his taut chest into him, pinning him in place. Syn’s breath left
him with an oomph when his back connected with the wood of the
door.

Syn laughed roughly against Furi’s
neck while he ate at his throat. “I hope it wasn’t seeing God half
naked that has you this worked up.”

Furi pulled back and looked at him
with complete solemnity before speaking in a rough voice, “You have
me worked up ... you. You make me fuckin’ crazy. That shit you did
tonight was reckless. You had me scared shitless for a
while.”

Furi stopped talking and took Syn’s
face in his hands and licked a slow path across his scratchy cheek.
“And you’re about to pay for that, baby.” Furi spun Syn around and
pushed his chest against the door.

“
Furious,” Syn groaned
when he felt his sweater being roughly yanked over his head. Furi’s
hand pressed hard into the center of his back, keeping him pinned
against the front door. “Yes, punish me.”

Syn froze when Furi’s
assault on his body stopped immediately after he said that.
Oh no.

Furi’s hair was brushing against Syn’s
face as he leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You ever been
handcuffed, Sergeant? Restrained.”

Syn shivered, his cock leaking in his
tight jeans. “Oh fuck.”

“
Don’t fuckin’ move.” Furi
ground himself against Syn’s ass for a few seconds, and then he was
gone.

Hurry
. Syn heard the telltale sound of his steel cuffs being
removed from the inside pocket of his leather jacket on the floor.
Syn held completely still while his cock twitched with each chime
of the metal cuffs. The anticipation was torture and Furi took his
time coming back to him. But, when he finally did, Syn wasn’t
prepared for Furi’s aggression. One of his arms was yanked behind
his back and Syn quickly felt the cool metal clamp around his
wrist. Syn’s face and shoulder were pressed against the solid wood
while his other arm was gripped and twisted behind him to join the
other hand. Furi clamped the second cuff over his other wrist,
tight enough that he felt restrained but not so tight that he
couldn’t enjoy every second of this.

Syn’s hands were level with Furi’s
groin and he couldn’t help but caress the nice-sized bulge in
Furi's pants. Furi stepped back and Syn groaned. He’d only be able
to touch what Furi allowed him to. “You liked me all nervous
tonight, Syn? You liked it when I was crouching down next to you in
the dark while you broke into someone’s home?” Syn heard Furi
unbuckling his pants and the sound of his zipper could barely be
heard over his own panting. “You liked scaring me tonight?” Furi’s
voice sounded calm, like a merciless man who would soon have his
revenge.

“
I wasn’t trying to scare
you,” Syn confessed just above a whisper.

“
I don’t believe you,”
Furi snapped in his ear. In one swift motion Furi wrenched Syn’s
pants and briefs down to his ankles, his cock springing free and
slapping against his abs
. Holy
fuck.
“I think you enjoyed it. Having me
in your element was a turn on for you I get that. But you’re in my
domain now, Corbin. And believe me when I say I’m really going to
get off on this.”

Syn had no time to react: he was spun
around again and slammed back against the door, his hands trapped
behind him. He looked straight into Furi’s dark eyes and knew he
was in delicious trouble. “Gonna watch every expression that
crosses your face while I fuck you.”

Syn was naked except for his pants and
underwear bunched up around his ankles. Furi had removed his own
shirt at some point and his jeans were unzipped, just the
glistening head of his cock peeking out from its foreskin. Syn
found himself wanting another taste of the intense man. Furi was
doing just what he said, watching him.

Furi gripped Syn’s cock and set up a
ridiculously rapid and brutal pace right off the bat.

“
Augh. Fuck! Fuck!” Syn
yelled, his knees giving out as he fell forward, his forehead
landing on Furi’s left pec. “Shit! Too much! Too much!”

Furi pressed his upper body into him,
forcing him back up against the door. “Uh huh. Thought I was going
to go slow with you, didn’t you? You think you deserve slow and
sweet tonight?” Furi pumped Syn’s cock so fast his vision became
distorted. Furi’s fingers flew up and down his rigid length in a
blur. He wasn’t going to last long at all. Syn’s eyes were clenched
shut so tight they hurt. His forehead was creased and every muscle
in his body was tense from the overwhelming sensual attack
shattering his thoughts and body.