Page 63 of Captivated (Salvation #3)

“I’ve just got back from the hospital. Toby won’t be leaving the big house for a while, and he’ll need physio, but at least we’ll have him back where he belongs.” Teague’s eyes sparkled. “This calls for a party. I’ll talk to Robert.”

“How many guests we got arrivin’ on Saturday?” Zeeb asked as he returned to the porch.

“Seven. And that’s the second thing on my list. Butch is getting the Leather Barn ready for incoming, and he said he could use some help.” He looked Zeeb up and down. “Well, not your help, cowboy, but Nate could lend a hand.”

“I can do that.” Nate smiled. “Have to earn my keep around here, right?”

“So I stay here and knit or something?” Zeeb remonstrated.

Teague shook his head. “Butch said you’re coming too. Not sure why, but hey, he knows what he’s doing.” He smiled. “And now I’ll leave you two to get back to whatever it was you weren’t doing.” He tipped his hat, then stepped off the porch and headed toward the creek.

“But we weren’t doing anything,” Nate protested. “Were we, Zeeb?”

Who seemed to have disappeared.

Nate went into the cabin. “Zeeb?”

“In the bathroom. I’m taking a shower,” he called out.

Nate frowned. “But you took one a few hours ago. Shouldn’t we be going to the Leather Barn?”

“We will—after my shower, okay?” His voice was muffled by the sound of running water.

Nate smiled to himself. Obviously a man who likes to be clean. Good to know.

He went over to the bathroom door. “Want some help? I could wash your back.” He grinned. “And any other bits you can’t reach.”

“I’m fine, thanks. Won’t be a minute.”

Nate gave a pout. “But you’re incapacitated. Let me help.”

“Goddamn it, I said I won’t be a minute, horny boy.”

“If I’m horny, it’s your fault,” Nate fired back. He chuckled.

Zeeb had nailed it. Sex was a whole lotta fun.

What made it even better was he got to experience it with Zeeb.

Zeeb hoped to God this was what he thought it was.

“We’re here,” he called out as they walked into the main area of the Leather Barn. “Butch?” A pause. “Sol?”

Crickets.

Nate gazed at their surroundings. “Where is everyone?”

“I have no idea,” Zeeb said truthfully. He grinned. “Teague said they had a lotta fun in here, the night Sol took his photos for the website. He must be one helluva salesman if he got Matt to strip off and let Sol put his bare ass online.”

“Wait—that was Matt?” Nate gaped. “I’ve seen those pictures.” He cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t see you, though.”

“You didn’t see Paul either. We said no.

” Zeeb shrugged, or as close as he got to shrugging without creating pain for himself.

He shook his head. “A lot of kinky fuckers have passed through those doors since that night, your dad included.” He glanced at Nate.

“That isn’t some kind of a slur, by the way, just tellin’ it like it is. They’re into kink. Period.”

Nate smiled. “I don’t ask what he does when he stays here, and he doesn’t tell me. So next week will be… interesting.”

Zeeb stilled. “You mean with both of you here at the same time?”

He nodded. “I’m not sure I want to see him in… full flow, I guess.” Nate bit his lip. “This is his world. I don’t want to intrude on it.”

Zeeb wandered over to the wall where three metal frames had been set up, each supporting a leather sling bed. He touched the wide stirrups that hung at two corners, and a shiver trickled through him.

If I’m gonna do it, it had better be now.

He took a deep breath. “Hey, Nate. You asked me yesterday if I’d ever bottom.” He glanced at Nate. “Well, okay then.”

Nate frowned. “What do you mean, ‘okay then’?”

Zeeb patted the sling bed and grinned. “No time like the present.”

Nate’s eyes were the size of saucers. “Here? Now?” His mouth fell open. “On that?”

“Why not?” Zeeb pointed to the bag he’d brought. “There’s lube in that. And we’re on our own.”

“Why would you bring—” Nate gasped. “You planned this?”

“I had a bit of help,” he admitted. He patted the sling once more. “And this would make things a lot easier. With the shoulder ‘n’ all.”

“But… anyone could walk in.” Nate swallowed.

Zeeb’s gaze flickered downward, and he chuckled.

“You mean, like anyone could’ve ridden past us when we were in the meadow and I was suckin’ your dick?

Which you fuckin’ loved , so don’t give me that anyone could walk in routine.

” He grinned. “And if you’re that worried?

” Zeeb looked him in the eye. “Lock the door, Nate.” The words came out husky, with an edge to them as rough as a buzz saw.

Nate stared at him for a moment, then hurried to the main door.

Zeeb smiled to himself. Nate has his own little kink, and he doesn’t realize it.

He liked the thrill of possibly being caught.

Zeeb eyed the sling. “I might need a hand getting into this,” he muttered. Gripping the chains was a non-starter: he’d have to keep his arms down. He scanned the space for something to step on, and spied a low stool.

That would do.

Nate walked back to him, his face flushed. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

“It’ll be something to tell the kids,” Zeeb said with a chuckle. When Nate blinked, he rolled his eyes. “Figure of speech.” He went to unbutton his shirt, but Nate stopped him.

“Here, let me.”

Then everything was perfect as Nate leaned in and kissed him, a leisurely, drawn-out kiss that made Zeeb’s toes curl inside his boots.

“You’re sure?” Nate murmured against his lips.

Zeeb’s response was to cradle Nate’s head and claim his mouth in a deep, fervent kiss. Then it was on with the task of undressing, and there they stood, both of them naked as a jaybird—and both hard as a rock.

Zeeb pointed to the stool. “I’ll use that to help me get into the sling.” He shook his head. “One day I’m gonna look back on this time and laugh. Hopefully on the day those seven bastards get sentenced to prison time.”

Nate kissed him. “Don’t think about them, not now.” He held Zeeb’s hand and between them, they got him on his back in the sling.

Zeeb chuckled. “Butch was right. This is pretty comfortable.” His shoulder felt supported, and there was even a little cushion for his head. Nate arched his eyebrows, and Zeeb leveled a hard stare at him. “An’ I didn’t say that, okay?”

Nate mimed zipping his lips.

Zeeb raised his legs, and Nate guided his feet into the stirrups that supported his ankles. He took a step back and stared. “Look at you,” he whispered.

“How do I look?” Zeeb knew how he felt —on show, more vulnerable than he’d ever felt his whole life.

Nate didn’t reply. Instead, he stepped closer and ran his hands down Zeeb’s thighs, pausing when he reached Zeeb’s balls. He cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze, then bent down to take Zeeb’s cock into his mouth.

“Fuck.” Zeeb shuddered at the sensation, goose bumps erupting all over. Nate stroked his torso, reaching higher to tweak his nipples, and Zeeb moaned. “Nate, when you do that…”

Nate raised his gaze and looked Zeeb in the eye as he took his shaft a little deeper.

Holy fuck.

Zeeb watched, mesmerized and shaking, as Nate sucked and licked his cock. Then he stopped and sat on the stool. Nate’s face was right there between Zeeb’s thighs, his hands spreading Zeeb’s asscheeks?—

And Zeeb knew what was coming.

“Oh dear Lord,” he said, his voice weak as Nate buried his face in Zeeb’s crack and licked over his hole.

Rimming Nate had been amazing.

Being on the receiving end? That took Zeeb’s breath away.

He lay there, his shivers multiplying and his hole twitching as Nate’s tongue lapped his entrance, unable to do what he really wanted, which was to hold Nate’s head there and feel his tongue in Zeeb’s hole.

Every little movement sent sparks of desire charging through him, his body alive and tingling, aching for more.

Then Nate stood, and Zeeb wanted to groan with disappointment—until he realized what Nate was doing when he heard the click of the cap on the bottle of lube.

Nate stood at his side, bending down to kiss him, and Zeeb moaned when Nate slowly pushed a slick finger inside him.

“You’re so tight,” Nate whispered between kisses.

“So warm.” He slid his finger a little deeper, and Zeeb took deep breaths, unable to choose which felt more pleasurable, his mouth or his ass.

Nate didn’t stop kissing him, not even when he added another finger, and Zeeb’s hole was stretched tight around them.

“You paid attention,” he gasped, as Nate finger-fucked him, brushing against his prostate, pre-cum now leaking from Zeeb’s aching cock.

Nate nodded, his lips parted, his eyes shining. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then don’t,” Zeeb blurted. “Wanna feel you.”

Nate straightened, then moved to stand at Zeeb’s ass. There was a pause, and Zeeb knew what was going on outside of his sight line.

“Use plenty of it.”

Nate smiled. “Don’t worry. I had a good teacher.”

Warmth pressed against Zeeb’s hole, and he stilled. Nate clutched the chain with one hand, and slowly, so fucking slowly, he pushed.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

“Maybe I should’ve taken Butch’s advice and used a butt plug,” he croaked.

Nate’s dick felt huge .

“I’m about halfway.” Nate glanced down. “God, watching me slide into you….” His voice shook. Nate wrapped slick fingers around Zeeb’s shaft and gently pulled on it.

Zeeb swallowed. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Nate nodded. “Gonna go in a little deeper now.” He pushed again, and Zeeb figured he had to be balls-deep. Nate didn’t move, his hand warm around Zeeb’s cock, and the more he tugged on it, the better Zeeb felt.

“ Now I get why Butch recommended this,” Zeeb said with a groan. “It’s not just the support—it lets you focus more on the experience, and less on foldin’ yourself into different positions.”

Nate shuddered. “I’m so deep inside you.” The sling moved to meet his thrust, and he rolled his eyes. “Oh my God. It’s like you’re fucking yourself on my dick.”

Zeeb wanted to laugh and moan at the same time. His body was alight, his ass was full, and he felt so fucking alive .

“I want one of these in the cabin,” he announced. Nate laughed and slid deeper, and Zeeb rolled his eyes back. “Aw fuck, you’re gonna be ticklin’ my tonsils any second now.”

“Want me to stop?” Nate stilled, his hand on Zeeb’s shaft.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare ,” Zeeb growled. “Wanna feel you come inside me.”

Nate’s eyes shone. “That won’t be long.” He thrust once more, and Zeeb widened his eyes.

“Yeah, keep doin’ that,” he said breathlessly. “All the fuckin’ way home. An’ go faster, all right?”

Nate worked Zeeb’s cock, his hips pumping, the swing swaying back and forth in constant motion. “Zeeb…” he moaned, stiffening.

Fuck, Zeeb could feel it pulsing, filling him, a sensation he wanted to enjoy again and again. “Aw, Nate, now you’ve gone ‘n’ done it,” he said with a shiver.

“Done what?”

“Can’t make my mind up which lane I like best.”

Nate laughed, his cock buried up to the hilt in Zeeb’s body, his hand a blur on Zeeb’s dick. “Your turn.”

Zeeb stared at Nate in wonder, lost in the sight of him, his flushed cheeks, his bright eyes, the tinge of red staining his chest and neck. “Such a beautiful man.”

My man.

That single thought was enough to send him over the edge.

Zeeb creamed Nate’s fingers, his body jolted by wave after wave of pleasure, and all the while he and Nate were joined, connected….

When he was finally spent, he let out a long whoosh of air. “Holy fuck.”

Nate withdrew and came to stand beside him, bending low once more to kiss him. “That was….” Another kiss.

Zeeb put his hand on Nate’s nape and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.

Words were useless. He let his lips do all the talking. They were more eloquent than he could ever be.

Somewhere, a phone buzzed, and Zeeb froze.

“I hope that isn’t a signal to get our asses outta here.”

“Want me to check?”

He shook his head. “They can wait.”

Zeeb had a man to hold and kiss some more.

Then he made a mental note to look into getting a sling for the house.

Can’t wait to get Nate in it too.