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  The lips stretched into an indolent smile.

  Alister’s breath caught. Not quietly like he would have preferred, but in a sharp inhalation cut notably short. Fuck. No hiding that bit of telling attraction. “A kiss at my leisure. No pulling back this time.”

  “No.”

  The rasp of a zipper reached Alister’s ears. Moisture touched his bare abdomen. His abdomen flexed, prepared when the heated weight of Oz’s drooping cock-head followed. Alister clamped his jaw to keep from groaning. He wanted to see it. Feeling it, knowing he was aroused, tormented Alister.

  Yet he caught the flare of lust in Oz’s eyes, too. His lips had parted slightly, and Oz seemed to give in to the urge to thrust. His body tensed, and Alister felt the damp slide of rigid cock across his abdomen accompanied by zipper teeth and rough cotton. They both groaned.

  Oz’s voice was gravelly when he spoke. “Tell me who you heard and why you trusted the source. In return, I’ll reward us both with a slow fuck to your pretty pink hole.”

  “Deal. Guys in suits. With briefcases. Paperwork on the table.”

  Oz stared down at Alister. In his lust-fogged brain, the answer sounded good enough for now. It wasn’t. He eventually wanted names, but he sensed his mood would be broken if he had the full story before he buried his cock into Alister’s hole. Oz thought perhaps he wanted the fuck more than the information. He was all right with that. For now.

  Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a condom. Then kicking off his pants, he toed his shoes and socks away. He watched Alister’s eyes widen with interest when Oz brought the foil packed to his teeth and tore it. Oz reached down between them.

  “Wait,” Alister said.

  Oz stopped moving, wondering what game Alister played with him.

  “I want to see you.”

  Taking a moment to consider it, Oz then shook his head. “You’ll take it. You’ll feel it burn. You’ll beg me to move faster inside you. You’ll come and you’ll do it all without an introduction to the instrument fucking you. Your punishment for not disclosing all the information I requested. No matter. You will tell me their names once I’m sated.”

  He could see his words turned Alister on. Oz dragged off his shirt. Fully nude and ready, he reached for the lube, realizing too late that he’d forgotten it in his own room. Leaving to get it would dissipate some of the tension. He wouldn’t do that. Oz turned his head to the door.

  “Reed!” Oz called.

  The door fumbled open and Reed stepped through. His jaw dropped. “Holy fuck, man. I don’t need to see this! I totally don’t need to see this shit. You’re my brother, man! I mean I’m okay with the whole gay thing, but you can’t make me watch this sh—”

  “Enough. I left my lube in my room. By the bed. Get it now.”

  “Or he’ll have to tell Cain that walking in on two naked guys made you stack wood,” Alister added.

  “I’m not!” But they all looked, and he was, which seemed to add speed to Reed’s provided task.

  “He’s in denial,” Oz said.

  Alister hadn’t smiled, but something changed to soften the lines on his face.

  “What is it?” Oz asked.

  “You were all bad-ass there a second ago. ‘You’ll take my cock and come and you won’t even know what’s pounding your ass,’ ” Alister teased.

  “I’m still bad-assed,” he said, trying the words, which seemed so foreign to his normal dialogue.

  “You so fucking aren’t. You were, and then your little brother walked in on your naked ass, and you were just an older brother being pissed. And now, you’re a horny older brother with a date strapped to his bed.”

  Oz rested his lower body against Alister’s. Their cocks flexed between the pressure of two well-muscled bodies. “My date?” he asked Alister smoothly.

  The change of perspective from captive to bound lover had been shimmering on the edges of his mind since they’d taken Alister off his uncle’s front steps. Oz had thought it, but Alister had said it. Taken, bound, questioned, seduced, and the man, who oozed confidence and control, tied to the large bed had gone from demanding an explanation to awaiting Oz’s cock. Alister teased him casually and challenged Oz to continue the seduction with only superficial protest.

  Alister enjoyed being beneath Oz. At his mercy. The realization sent a shiver of anticipation down Oz’s spine.

  “C’mon. You said you’d read up on me, looked to see if I had a boyfriend. We both know my coming into the Simsim investment picture only happened recently. How much information did you glean since the company crash and how much prior to it?” Alister asked. His knowing gaze striped Oz.

  “It’s good business to watch the growth of emerging competition,” Oz said.

  Alister gave him a wicked smile, one Oz felt to his toes. “My interest in you began far sooner than my interest in Simsim. Shame I never did anything about it.”

  Oz felt his eyes narrow. Alister meant to confuse him, surely. That the bound man then canted his hips to rub Oz’s with sweet friction nearly scattered his thoughts. Not a chore easily done.

  “You don’t know what to believe,” Alister said simply.

  “Your confession has no gain that I can detect, except to disarm me.” Alister had been surprisingly giving of information, with a token resistance. He didn’t seem concerned with providing the names of the group in the café either.

  “I want you.” Alister appeared surprised by his own confession.

  A cold bottle thumped Oz’s side.

  “Here’s the lube. I’m out of here,” Reed said, yet he didn’t hurry for the door. He backed slowly toward it, his eyes locked on Alister’s naked hip.

  “Stay, kid,” Alister invited. “Watch me get fucked.”

  “Leave Reed,” Oz countered.

  Reed didn’t wait for another command from his brother. He left.

  “I didn’t know what you wanted from me, at first. But what you’re asking me isn’t compromising my uncle. I’ll tell you what you want to know,” Alister said.

  Oz didn’t know why he did it, but he reached up and loosened one of Alister’s wrists. He told himself it was a show of trust. Alister could reveal all the information and believe Oz had granted him some freedom for his obedience. In the silence of Oz’s mind though, he didn’t think he could stand not having Alister touch him.

  Alister’s hand on Oz’s shoulder, then to his hair where it fisted and dragged Oz down with stinging demand. Oz couldn’t allow a kiss earlier. Too personal. Too telling. But a taken kiss claimed by a desperate man could be discounted later as a simple step in the path to an orgasm.

  The minute his lips touched Alister’s, Oz was no longer so certain. His captive had made the demand, but his kiss was soft and questing. Firm, smooth lips molded his. Their noses pressed harshly as Alister pulled him closer still, taking his mouth with determined force and plying Oz’s lips until he parted them for air and need.

  It was the need that controlled Oz. The zinging thrill of Alister taking his fill, holding Oz in place with one hand, even the light stinging of pulled hair added to an already painful arousal. Body to body, mouth to mouth, lips battling, and finally Alister’s tongue sweeping to taste him left Oz aching with emptiness.

  He wanted more. He wanted Alister grabbing hold because he chose to, not because he was restrained and seduction seemed the only feasible escape. And Oz wouldn’t know, this way. It would always ring of force even though Alister seemed willing.

  Cain had handled the situation wrong. They all had. Oz doubted Alister could account for Cassimer any better than Oz could account for one of his brother’s actions. Oz could admit he wanted the kidnapping only after he knew Alister was the target because the man was sexy as hell, and he’d jumped at the chance, any chance, of getting near Alister. It had just been a poorly made chance.

  This kiss was no step toward mindless orgasm. This kiss invaded Oz in a very personal manner. Alister tasted Oz, savored him, lost control under him and regained it wh
en Oz could no longer pretend they weren’t sharing something amazing and gave in to the desire he had tried to keep at bay.

  Reaching up, Oz found the second tie and released it. It could be a mistake. He could be the biggest fool for being duped in business then in bed by the same man. Alister could have freedom, and Oz would have been the one to provide it. Then they would have nothing to coerce Cassimer to confess.

  Or fortune could smile upon Oz and shore his heart up with another kind of wealth. Alister cradled Oz’s head in both hands. Immobile to the man’s desires, Oz simply gave in. Cain would say Oz was a romantic. He looked for hope, even now.

  Immeasurable and priceless, Alister could be worth far more than a company lost in the same manner Oz’s father had gained it. A thief stealing from the Adamos, the sons of a thief. Whether or not Alister had active participation in the fall of Simsim, he had definitely stolen something that would never leave Oz the same.

  Oz reached between them, fisting their cocks in his hand. Pumping them together, Oz reveled in their mingled groans, the sound fueling his urgency. Perhaps more. It rumbled past Oz’s tongue and over his throat, exchanging a kiss of souls that the men breathed in and expelled in panting acceptance.

  “I want you,” Alister whispered.

  “I thought you wanted to be freed.”

  “That can wait. Can’t make a captive leave if he doesn’t want to,” Alister remarked.

  Oz kissed Alister’s cheek, jaw, then ear, taking the lobe between his lips and drawing on it before releasing it.

  “Just tell me about the café, and I’ll get you out of here.”

  Chapter Five

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  Oz’s words stung. Well, what had Alister expected? An undying confession of lo—uh—lust? God, yes.

  His cock held snugly in Oz’s hand, rubbing against Oz’s cock, might as well have been a tether on Alister’s nuts. He wasn’t going anywhere. If Oz wanted information, he’d get it so long as Alister got to have sex with him first. If that’s all the man wanted, fine.

  “Ah fuck, it’s not fine,” Alister moaned, bucking his hips in time with Oz’s pumping fist.

  “What’s not fine?”

  The pumping stopped. Alister dragged his nails down Oz’s lean, taut back by way of complaint. Oz hissed, shuddered.

  “It’s not fine. This is not fine. Using sex as a weapon isn’t fine. Using me isn’t fine,” Alister snarled.

  Oz leaned down and captured Alister’s nipple, biting lightly. Alister writhed under the exquisite pain until Oz finally pulled off. “I did just say I’d let you go. Fucking isn’t a requirement.”

  The two men stared at each other. Oz released their cocks and shifted to straddle Alister’s hips.

  Alister’s dark-haired lover leaned back. He felt the tugging at first one ankle, then the other. Freedom. He propped up on his elbows and took a good long look at the man who drove him to sexual distraction. Wide shoulders, lean body with no hair to speak of on his torso, or lower, and muscular thighs of a runner. Oz’s purple condom-covered cock bobbed sullenly as the man moved off him.

  “What are you doing?” Alister asked.

  Amusement and confusion touched Oz’s lips and gave him a fond, saddened look. “Letting you go.”

  “I thought you needed answers.”

  Oz dragged both his hands through his hair with a beleaguered eye roll. “What is it you want? Freedom or fucking?” He crawled over Alister, shoulders blocking the rest of the room from his sight. “I’ll give you either, but one will leave you sore and sated.”

  Those lips again. His words. Alister wanted to taste them when he said them. “Repeat that for me. Please? I want to make sure I heard you right.”

  Oz’s lips parted to comply and Alister caught him behind the neck, drawing him down.

  “Say that to me again. Right here,” Alister explained, lip to lip.

  “What is it you want, Alister? Freedom? Or a fucking?” Oz’s voice dropped off to a rough whisper.

  Alister’s chest constricted as the soft flutter of the final word tickled his sensitive flesh. He captured that mouth in a kiss, traced the bottom seam with his tongue. “Keep going, Oz. I want you to say all of it. I want to know if it’s a threat or a promise.”

  “Can’t,” Oz muttered. His mahogany eyes were nearly swallowed by his pupils.

  “C’mon, tough guy. You can do it.”

  Something cold touched Alister’s ass, probed the hole, and anticipation expanded Alister’s lungs. His balls ached. His dick wanted shelter in Oz’s fist. Cool gel lubed Alister’s ass and the tip of the nozzle nudged in leaving more of the cool sensation inside.

  Oz moved a hand low on his own body told Alister the man had greased his cock too.

  All Oz wanted was information, Alister tried to remind himself. The guy was damn dedicated to his brothers. Well, Alister wanted a fuck. Specifically, he wanted Oz’s cock buried balls deep, and he wanted to shoot his cum all over Oz’s chest. If it was all he had of Oz, a man he suspected could mean a helluva lot more than a one-nighter, he’d take it.

  Oz scooted closer. “Open sesame,” he teased, probing Alister’s tight opening with the head of Oz’s wide cock.

  Alister threw his leg over the other man and flipped him on his back. Oz levered himself up with his hands behind him, giving Alister time to hold Oz’s cock. Alister sank on him, swallowing his own cry of painful protest.

  Oz’s hips lifted into him instinctively as his head fell back on a harsh grunt.

  “I’m taking the plea bargain,” Alister murmured around his continued wince. It burned like fire as he held still, waiting for his body to adjust. He’d remember this moment the next time he rushed anal play.

  “Baban, are you schizophrenic? Go. Stay. Fuck. Run.”

  The burn of pain gave way to pleasure. “Fucking is my choice. You want to use me, but you can’t take what I freely give you.”

  “I won’t complain once you begin moving,” Oz argued.

  Alister steadied himself on his knees with the half-reclined Oz between his thighs and Oz’s cock still buried deep. Alister lifted and dropped suddenly. His prostate sang with the pressure. His cock throbbed, needing the other man’s touch.

  As though reading his mind, Oz sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around him. Alister’s cock bumped between two muscled planes as he rode. Both a little dry and irregular as a stimulator, it nonetheless amped his excitement.

  Oz’s hands sculpted Alister’s back, encouraging him, then reaching between them to pump his shaft and massage his balls. Alister got lost in the rhythm, taking, giving, satisfying. Oz’s inquisitive mouth locked on to Alister’s nipple and probed the bud with the tip of his tongue.

  The simple touch dragged him nearly to the edge of orgasm, and anxiety woke him to the reality that Oz remained in control. Alister had topped him, but Oz decimated his power to resist a connection deeper than physical release.

  Rebelling, Alister planted his hands on Oz’s shoulders, plying the gorgeous silken flesh backward. “I’m giving here, buddy. Don’t make this anything more.” The words were more for himself than Oz.

  “I’m going to come,” Oz rasped. “Slow down.”

  Alister sank down on his shaft and held. With a grim sense of power and satisfaction, he gripped Oz’s wrists and held them over Oz’s head against the mattress. “Good. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

  Unfortunately, it also brought their chests together and Oz’s face within kissing distance. And he wanted to. Badly.

  “Not yet,” Oz said, eyes flashing. “Come with me.”

  Oz didn’t know why he’d said the words. It wasn’t as though Alister listened, but more that he was intent upon not feeling. Oz had seen the brief moment of tender indecision just before the hard mask had slid into place.

  Oz wanted the tenderness. He had no other resource than his words. He had plenty to say about the appeal of the man on him. But Alister’s gaze had clouded, and his supple lips had firmed into a pre
ssed line as he resumed the rapid mounting. Distancing himself to ignore the chemistry between them, as though their bodies and minds weren’t connected, didn’t sit well with Oz.

  It was the romantic in him. Well, it made up the core of him, and integrity dictated he make love with his whole being. Oz wanted the same from Alister. But, God, Oz was so close to coming. The relentless pace was going to empty his balls unless Oz could distract himself.

  “Do you know how hot you are?” Oz asked.

  Alister’s rhythm missed a beat and he frowned, but carried on. The scowl did quite a bit to temper Oz’s climax. Oz nearly smiled. He’d get Alister yet.

  “Riding me like you can’t quit. Your muscular thighs are glistening with sweat on either side of my hips. I can feel them rubbing over my hipbones,” Oz continued.

  Alister’s eyes settled on his, heated and definitely present, but he didn’t speak. Oz hissed softly and flexed his shaft on a downward stroke. Oz tried to lift, but he held Alister’s gaze as he hoped he communicated longing.

  “I feel your balls stroking the base of my cock, Alister. Your whole body comes alive when you make love. So expressive, sensual.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” But the words sounded like those of a desperate man.

  “I could come by watching the muscles move under your flesh. The sheen of sweat makes it all visible.” Oz struggled to hold back the building tide in his groin. He licked his lips, which had dried from labored breathing.

  Alister groaned. His pace slowed as he rocked his hips into more deliberate strokes, nudging a sweet spot with Oz’s turgid shaft. He mirrored Oz’s action and licked his own lips.

  “I love the way you kiss,” Oz said softly. The slower movements of Alister’s rocking hips lit a pool of fire in his belly that the faster pumps hadn’t.

  Alister parted his lips. Oz had the distinct impression that Alister was listening. Despite his own fraying attention, Oz found words and kept going.

  “You kiss like you’re committed to exploring me. God, I love the way you kiss.”

  “I said, shut up.” The words were Alister’s, but they were weak, and Oz had taken more of Alister’s body weight as he sank on Oz instead of kneeling over him as much.