Page 40 of Broken (Powertools: The Shields 4)

“I’m sorry, Ace.” Liam bent down and kissed his back all along his spine. That unusually tender display did more to turn him on than Liam’s hand buried within him. “The truth is I’m nowhere near as brave as you.”

“You can make it up to me now.” Ace groaned as Liam fed him another finger.

“I’ll do my best,” Liam promised before exploring deeper, then curling his fingers. When he stroked near Ace’s prostate, a spurt of precome dripped to the bed beneath them.

Even half-assed from Liam was spectacular. Ace might not survive a proper effort, especially with Ruby there to play with him. But at least it was a hell of a lot better way to go than on an assignment gone wrong.

Ruby dashed into the room and cannonballed onto the bed beside him. The metal D-rings on the leather cuffs jingled in her grasp.

“Oof.” Liam grunted as he steadied them on the wobbling mattress.

Ace grinned up at her, as eager as she obviously was for the show they were about to put on. Any misgivings he’d had about what she would think of him for submitting to Liam vanished when he saw how into it she was. “I’m glad you like this.”

“Are you kidding?” She lifted his face even as she twisted herself into a human pretzel, cross-legged and bent in half so that she could kiss him. “I’ve been dying to watch you fuck and finally see what I’ve only heard all those times before.”

Oh. Right. He’d forgotten about that.

“I bet it’s even hotter than I imagined.” Ruby sighed. Ace wished he could go back and change so many things. But all he could do was live in the moment and enjoy. Their careers and the atrocities they’d seen while doing their jobs had impressed on him the importance of not wasting opportunities.

“Give me a hand, Ruby.” Liam used his chin to gesture to his headboard. “Clip those to the metal loops on each post of the bed.”

Her gaze flew to the discreet details in the metalworking. “You dirty boys. I love it.”

She inspected the cuffs, then fastened them where Liam had indicated. Somehow, having her involved only made Ace more excited for what was to come. He liked them teaming up on him.

“Yank on them. Make sure they’re secure,” Liam directed as he spread his fingers, stretching Ace’s hole plenty to ensure that even his fat dick wouldn’t be a problem for Ace to take comfortably.

Ruby did, and when they were both satisfied, Liam shocked Ace by withdrawing quickly and grabbing his hips. Before he knew it, he was flipping, tumbling to his back on the bed as Liam and Ruby hovered over him, their gazes hungry and expectant.

“You get his good arm.” Liam took Ace’s hand and gave it to Ruby. She squeezed his fingers before stretching his arm toward the cuff. Ace let her do whatever she pleased with him, a zing running from her fingers through his entire body to his balls when the fuzzy insides of the cuff encircled his wrist. “Strap him in so he can’t get away. But not too tight. We don’t want to cut off his circulation. Make sure you can slip a finger or two between the leather and his skin.”

Ace was pretty sure from the knowing grin Liam flashed him that he was letting Ruby have her fun primarily to turn Ace on even more. And it was working.

With his free hand, he reached for his dick to stroke it a bit and relieve some of the ache there. But Liam intercepted it before he could fist himself. “Uh uh. None of that. Only we get to play with your cock now.”

Liam captured his other wrist and carefully brought it toward the open, waiting cuff. When he was nearly there, Liam asked, “How’s this? Not stretching it too much?”

“It’s fine.” Ace needed him to hurry but there was no use.

“If I find out you’re lying to me, the spanking you get will not be the fun kind.” Liam leaned down and nipped his ear. “Tell me the truth.”

“It’s a little uncomfortable, but nothing I can’t handle.” And that was honest. In fact it felt better than when he’d been on all fours, leaning on his folded arms.

Liam stroked the scarred area around his fucked up tattoos and the pocked skin and muscle. Ace tried to withdraw then, ashamed of the imperfections, but Liam wouldn’t allow him to hide. He made quick work of buckling Ace into the cuff, then rubbed the area around the healed wound, massaging it as he had so often during Ace’s rehab.

“You swear you’ll let Ruby and me know if it hurts, even a little?” Liam looked as if he would bolt unless Ace promised.

So he nodded vehemently. “Yeah. But right now it’s not my arm that’s the problem.”

Ace lifted his pelvis, thrusting his rock-hard cock in the air.

Ruby licked her lips as she admired it. Was she getting turned on again now that she’d had a small reprieve? He could take care of that.

Liam must have noticed her subconscious gesture. He reached across Ace and clasped her waist. With hardly any effort, he lifted her and put her where he wanted: straddling Ace’s shoulders. Her pussy was barely out of reach, though Ace automatically strained his neck to try to lick her glistening folds, slick with her arousal and his own earlier release.

Next Liam took Ace’s ankles, one in each of his massive hands, and lifted them until he could hand them to Ruby, bending Ace practically in half.

“Now?” Liam asked.

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