SE Jakes Bound By Honor (22 page)

to kil each other. When he’d caught sight of what was real y happening, he couldn’t stop.

Because seeing Tanner spread on the couch, Damon kneeling between his legs…it was him and Styx al over again.

Styx humping the shit out of him in the back room of Greg’s old club, Styx holding him down, taking him so fucking

hard he’d felt it for weeks in the way only good sex could make you ache.

The next morning, Styx had been gone.

Tanner would be gone next week—and hopeful y not forever—but there were only so many promises a man could

keep.

LC alternately wanted to warn Tanner to stay away from Damon and pray that he stayed. And when he could tear his

eyes from the beautiful men, he’d walked back into the club and as far away from the office as possible, even though he

could stil hear the sex for a long while.

That had been four hours ago, and he knew Tanner had walked out of the club buck naked, according to Renn, about

three hours earlier. And no way was LC going to find Damon. Let the asshole come to him.

Which he did, but not until two days later, forty-eight hours in which LC didn’t see his friend once.

And stil , the first thing out of Damon’s mouth was, “I didn’t think you liked to watch.”

“Fuck you.”

Damon backed off then, because he saw the fierceness in LC’s eyes, knew he’d been ruminating on Styx and thought

for the mil ionth time about hunting him down and kil ing him for what he’d done to LC.

Because he couldn’t have LC not speaking to him, not now, when Tanner wasn’t either.

Damn you, Jesse. Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone?

“How are things with Paulo?” he asked, because he couldn’t help himself.

“There’s no thing with Paulo.”

“I heard he caught you outside the club playing secret spy kil er.”

“Are you pissed you didn’t? Because we’re not al under your control, sir,” LC said through gritted teeth and Damon

could stil see him in the jungle, face painted, the same precision in his bearing. “Why don’t you focus on your own

relationship?”

“Because you and I both know it’s not going to work.”

“Tel him, Damon. Tel him everything and give him a chance to see if he’s strong enough to handle your shit.”

“Jesse wasn’t.”

“Not that you ever gave him the opportunity, but no, I think it would’ve kil ed Jesse to know you’ve been in pain for so

long.

But Tanner’s not Jesse. I think he can handle what you dish out. He’s proven that s o far.” L C stared a t him. “In this

relationship, you’re actual y the weak one and you’re terrified he’s going to find that out.”

“The attacks have thrown me. You know that.”

“JP can’t get to you—not in the same way he did.”

“I should’ve left it where he couldn’t ever get to anyone like that.”

“We couldn’t find him. You were spending every spare minute on vengeance and that almost took you down. You had

to let it go. Greg always told us not to dwel on our mistakes, just not to repeat them,”

LC reminded him. “Let me take care of it.”

“It’s too dangerous for either of us. Especial y now that Paulo’s involved. And don’t blame me for that—he was circling

your ass before I got involved.”

LC just shook his head. “Cal Tanner.”

“What if it’s too late?”

“It’s only too late when someone’s in the ground. And even then, you can always find redemption.”

So Damon did the only thing he could. He left a message for Tanner to meet him at the club that night. It was Monday,

which meant it was closed, which would work perfectly for what Damon had in mind. And now, it was a matter of waiting,

impatiently, to see if Tanner would give him yet another chance.

He wouldn’t screw up this time.

When he heard Tanner’s bike pul up just before midnight, Damon practical y tripped over himself getting outside to

make sure he got in safely.

Tanner just shook his head, like he knew what Damon was doing but he didn’t say a word. Not until they g o t inside,

anyway.

“What’s up?” Tanner looked around the empty club and back at Damon. “I thought you couldn’t deal with this—with us

—

with my Army shit. So what’s changed?”

“I’m trying, Tanner. Fuck it al , I’m trying.”

Tanner didn’t look convinced.

“Tonight—this—it’s not about me. I’m going to help you keep your original promise. Make a good memory to erase a

questionable one.”

“I have a lot of good memories with you.”

“There’s room for more. Trust me.”

“I’ve been trying, Damon.”

He heard the slight break in the boy’s voice and he knew he had one last chance to make this right, to prove to

Tanner he was in it for the long haul. “Please. I have no right to ask, but I’m going to.”

Tanner nodded after a pause long enough to give Damon heart palpitations. With that, he led Tanner through the

empty club and to Room Four.

Tanner paused at the edge of the room, understanding the significance. Watched Damon walk in and press the

button to expose the room to the entire club, and even though no one was there to watch them…Tanner could stil feel

eyes on him.

And when Damon turned to look at him with a heavy lust in his eyes, Tanner’s cheeks flushed.

“Come on in.”

Tanner stil hesitated, but Damon went to meet him halfway and final y, Tanner stepped inside the room.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m ready, Damon.”

“Yes, you are, sweet boy.” He wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pul ing him close for a kiss. He let his

tongue explore Tanner’s mouth, their kiss getting more intense as the moments went on.

And as he kissed, he tugged off Tanner’s pants, broke from him for a second to pul Tanner’s shirt off too and pul ed

Tanner’s naked body back to his ful y clothed one.

Tanner was rubbing against him and Damon knew he loved that, loved being naked while Damon had everything on

and so he tugged him to the padded mattress on the floor, and they ended up rol ing around for a few minutes before

Tanner pul ed back, breathing hard. He glanced over at the bench but he turned back to Damon quickly.

“That first night, I should’ve protected you.”

“It’s okay, Damon.” He got up to move toward the bench but Damon pul ed him back.

“No scenes. No bindings. You don’t need them.” Damon stripped his clothes off while Tanner watched. “Neither do I.”

But then he reached i n his pocket and pul ed out the col ar with the skul and crossbones, the o ne Jesse ha d made

Tanner request. But Damon didn’t put it on Tanner. Instead, he placed it on the bench Tanner had lain on that first night

and then turned his attention back to the boy.

He laid his weight on Tanner, their naked bodies rubbing together as they kissed. Tanner was strong enough to half

rol him and for a moment, Damon reveled in the feeling of strength, the way Tanner held him. Kissed him.

Damon fisted their cocks together, rubbed them as one entity. Neither of them would last long if he didn’t take the

edge off for both of them. And Damon wanted al night.

Tanner hadn’t been sure about coming to Crave at al , but in the end, he knew he had to give Damon another chance.

He was so fucking glad he did. No one made him feel like this…no one ever would, and goddamn, he wanted this for

fucking ever.

Damon moved down his body as Tanner watched, spread his legs and took his cock in his mouth.

“Not gonna last,” h e rasped out, b ut i t didn’t matter—Damon wanted hi m t o come immediately. And Tanner’s cock

seemed to do whatever the hel the man wanted.

Damon’s eyes were dark as he stared up at him, his beard scraping along Tanner’s inner thighs and Tanner groaned.

Damon licked his bal s, mouthing one then the other, and Tanner could almost hear the applause from the crowd, but

this time, they’d be privy to Damon pleasuring him, his legs spread wide.

He came in a hot rush down Damon’s throat with no warning, his hips pressed to the ground by Damon’s hands, a

white-hot light behind his eyes from the orgasm. But Damon wasn’t stopping. He acted like Tanner could come again

instantly and Christ, he was stil hard enough to even though that seemed impossible.

But with Damon, it seemed as if anything was possible.

And then Damon climbed up to him again, spread his thighs wide as he kneeled in front of him.

Tanner had been prepared to turn onto his hands and knees.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked.

“Spread you. Watch you open for me, wil ingly.”

And he was spread wantonly, hole exposed, heavy sac hanging, cock jutting to his bel y.

“What are you going to do to me, Damon?” he asked again.

“I’m going to take you again. Make you come.”

And it was then that Tanner understood what Damon planned. He would take him from the front in a way that would’ve

been far too intimate for either of them mere days ago.

“Like this? You’re sure?” Tanner asked.

“Yeah, just like this. I’ve wanted to. I just…couldn’t. It wasn’t right until now,” Damon told him.

Tonight, it was perfect.

Tanner swal owed hard. Looked up at Damon and gave him a half smile. “I wanted this too. I just thought…maybe…”

“It’s time.” And, as Damon settled in, Tanner splayed his thighs open farther to accommodate Damon’s body,

watched his cock, slicked and ready, begin the long, slow, painful y goddamned delicious slide into his ass.

“You okay, baby boy?”

“I’m already here…you can drop the seduction shit.”

“Never.”

Damon grinned at the way Tanner snapped through his vulnerability, and Tanner wondered if Damon would always be

able to see through him so clearly.

It seemed only fair, since Tanner could now read Damon like a book, saw the slight tremor i n Damon’s body a s he

prepared to rock them into a screaming, sweaty, oh-so-tangled mess and Tanner was so ready.

“I’ve been aching for you,” he said, and Damon hissed, pushed in farther. Tanner breathed through the pinch of pain,

knowing what came behind it was the best. “So big…fil ing me…yeah, Damon…put it al the way in.”

Damon threw his head back and he did, until his cock brushed Tanner’s prostate and made him see stars. Damon

came down on his palms and Tanner’s legs locked around his waist as if they had a mind of their own, pushing, urging

Damon to just move.

“Impatient. Always pushing,” Damon grunted.

“Yeah—fuck me, Damon. Take me here…in front of everyone.”

Damon’s eyes turned liquid with a lust that wa s unmistakable. “You’d le t me , wouldn’t you? You’d spread your legs

anywhere I asked you to.”

“Yes.”

“On the bar, in the middle of a crowded Saturday night, people al around you, watching, listing to every sound you

make.”

“Yes…yes,” he gasped, close t o incoherence a t Damon’s little trip down fantasy lane, and he could imagine the men

around him now as Damon took him, claiming him like a prize.

“Yes, baby, you’re my prize,” Damon said and Christ, Tanner was babbling everything that came into his head out

loud as Damon’s cock slammed his sweet spot with precision, Damon’s body giving his no quarter, no room to rest…his

eyes never leaving Tanner’s face. “You’l always be my prize.”

Tanner nodded, his hands clutching the bed. “Fuck me, Damon. Harder. Now.”

Spurred on by Tanner’s command, Damon did, lifted one of Tanner’s thighs so he could drive in more deeply, saw by

Tanner’s expression that he’d hit his mark.

Tanner tried to gain quarter where he could but his arms couldn’t find one spot—they moved from Damon’s back to

his hips and then the sheets. Damon was like a charging bul , an unstoppable force, and Tanner couldn’t do anything but

receive the fucking that was fast and hard and so damned hot.

“Damon…stay with me.”

Damon knew what he was asking—and he was ready to promise it now.

“Yes, Tanner…wil stay.”

Tanner came when Damon said that, hard enough to cry out with surprise, and Damon fol owed, his body shuddering

over Tanner’s. Tanner clutched him, arms and legs wrapped around the bigger man, face buried against his neck, both

their bodies slick from sweat.

“You kept your promise. You’re free, sweet boy.”

Tanner was…but he didn’t want to be free from Damon. He pul ed back to look at Damon. “Don’t let me go…please.”

To his horror, the tears rose again.

Damon didn’t tel him to shush or stop, simply held him tight and let the emotions flood out until he was spent.

Emotional y. Sexual y.

For the first time, he knew he was right where he needed to be. Released. Held. Renewed.

“Let it go, sweet boy…let it al go.”

And final y, Tanner did.

Tanner lay in Damon’s arms for a long time after his breakthrough. Neither had been able to move when the sex was

finished and now, neither had the desire to untangle themselves.

Tanner shifted first, but only to latch his mouth to Damon’s nipple, sucking it to a hard pebble while Damon twined his

fingers in Tanner’s hair.

“You want more, sweet boy?” he whispered and Tanner looked up at him, nipple stil in his mouth.

Nodded and just like that, Damon knew he was total y, one hundred percent completely gone. In love, and al bets

were off.

Damon reached down to play with Tanner’s cock, deciding what to do with his boy now, how to make Tanner get his

rocks off.

So many ways…and it felt like they had so little time. “So much I want to do with you, Tanner. So much, if you’l let me.”

Tanner’s eyes were we t with desire…and with trust. Watching Tanner come apart wa s s o satisfying, pride flooded