Ice Water in Hell Page 10

  Nick smiled. Before his death, he’d never loved or been loved by man or woman. He’d spent his youth scrounging for food and his adult years fighting those fucking English bastards with everything he had. Nicol Ramsey died, along with many of his countrymen, in a cold, muddy field too far away from home.

  Galen squeezed Nick’s thigh. “Are you okay?”

  Nick leaned down to give Galen a deep kiss, his tongue tasting not only Galen, but Baz as well. It was a heady combination to say the least. He immediately felt his cock harden as Galen took their kiss even deeper.

  With a growl of passion, Nick pulled Galen over to straddle his lap. He’d yet to bury his cock in the smaller man’s ass. By the way Galen was rubbing against him, Nick had a feeling it wouldn’t be much longer.

  Nick unbuckled the belt holding Galen’s jeans up and stuck his hand down the back. He moaned as his hand burrowed its way between the cheeks of Galen’s ass. Nick felt another set of fingers join his and glanced over to see a horny Baz in the mood to play.

  Nick spit into his hand and began stretching Galen’s hole. “You want my dick or just my fingers?”

  Galen nodded, his head thrown back. “I want it all.”

  Baz went to work unfastening Nick’s pants and pushing them down far enough for his cock to spring free of the fabric. With Galen’s earlier fucking, it didn’t take long for Nick to prepare the stunning man to receive his cock.

  He lifted Galen and slowly lowered him on his erection, groaning at the tight heat of his new lover. A whimper from Baz drew Nick’s attention. “Feed us your cock.”

  Baz stood on the couch and unzipped his pants, letting them pool around his ankles. Nick gazed into Galen’s eyes as the man started to ride him. They took turns licking and sucking Baz’s heavily veined cock like they were sharing a Popsicle.

  As much as Nick and Baz had enjoyed threesomes in the past, it was nothing compared to their time with Galen so far. The knowledge of forever being a possibility seemed to ratchet up the sizzle factor in Nick’s opinion. Everything he did would be remembered and shared ten-fold in the years to come.

  He thrust up in a short staccato rhythm as he swallowed Baz’s cock to the root. Yeah. Perfect. Who could possibly ask for more?

  The blinking overhead light eventually got Nick’s attention. It was closing time.

  Which meant it could be minutes or hours before they faced the man who haunted Baz and Galen’s dreams.

  Galen’s soft cheek rubbed against Nick’s bristled chin as Baz’s cock and balls were bathed in spit and warm heat.

  Baz grunted as the first string of cum hit the back of Nick’s throat.

  Nick tapped Galen’s nose as he grabbed Baz’s cock by the base and transferred the shooting monster to Galen’s mouth. While Galen swallowed the remainder of Baz’s seed, Nick concentrated on fucking the tight ass wrapped around his cock.

  He glanced up to see Lu and Dominic standing over them, watching the three of them. The audience didn’t bother Nick in the least. How many times had he watched as Dominic fucked Lu’s brains out?

  Staring at his friends, Nick slid two fingers into Galen’s body alongside of his cock. Galen cried out, drenching the front of Nick’s shirt with cum. All it took to tip Nick over the edge was Baz’s tight grip to his sac.

  Nick pulled Galen down and buried himself as deep as he could get as he emptied his balls into the smaller man. By the time he’d recovered, the three of them lay in a panting heap of half-nude bodies.

  He opened his eyes to see Lu looking at them like a proud papa.

  “That was…wow,” Lu said, still staring at the point where Galen and Nick were joined.

  “The place is emptying fairly quickly. If Lysander’s going to make a move, it shouldn’t be long,” Dominic said, cutting into Nick’s post-fuck buzz.

  Nick nodded that he’d heard and understood the comment. He turned his head and kissed both of his men. A smile crept over his face. Yeah. They’re both mine. It was no longer a question of needing to share Baz for fear of losing him. They belonged together, all three of them.

  * * * *

  After a lot of arguing, Tao finally agreed to leave. It was only after Dominic reminded him that Cory would be riding his bike alone with Lysander in the area that the big Samoan agreed to follow the little sprite.

  Nick was in the process of running the vacuum across the carpeted alcoves when the hair on the back of Galen’s neck began to prickle. His gaze immediately went to the front door left unlocked on purpose.

  Galen made his way over to the bar where Baz was washing glasses. “He’s here.”

  Baz dropped the glass in his hand into the sink of soapy water. “Did you see him?”

  “No. I felt him. I can’t explain it, but I know he’s watching us,” Galen explained.

  Baz dried his hands and walked around the end of the bar to join Galen. With their arms wrapped around each other, Galen and Baz casually walked toward Nick.

  Galen caught the barely perceivable nod Baz sent Lu’s way.

  “I’m nervous,” Galen admitted.

  “You’re not the only one. Just remember not to look Lysander in the eyes,” Baz reminded him.

  “I remember.”

  By the time they crossed the room, Baz’s hand was planted firmly on Galen’s ass. The large hand began kneading the flesh under Galen’s baggy pants, making Galen chuckle. “Is that for your benefit or Lysander’s?”

  “Both,” Baz told him, leaning in for a kiss. “Just make sure you stay behind me.”

  “I’d rather stand beside you,” Galen admitted.

  “I don’t want you hurt.”

  Galen stopped and wrapped both arms around Baz’s neck and pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. “I may look like I’m only eighteen, but I’m not, and I need you to remember that.”

  Baz pulled back enough to stare into Galen’s eyes. “You’re right. I tend to see you as the boy you were instead of the man you’ve become. Feel free to jump my ass if I try to baby you.”

  Galen smiled despite the tense situation. “I don’t mind a bit of babying in the right circumstances, but I don’t want you to think you have to protect me all the time.”

  “It’s natural to protect what you love. It has nothing to do with your age,” Baz explained.

  Nick’s hand landed on the small of Galen’s back. “Everything okay?”

  Galen leaned against Nick’s broad chest. “He’s here. We were just coming over to tell you.”

  Nick nodded and kissed Galen’s neck. “Guess we need to put on a bit of a show for him then.”

  Although it wasn’t the sexiest of situations, Galen tried to give himself over to the kisses and wandering hands of his two lovers. They all knew what seeing the obvious display of affection would do to Lysander.

  As Nick continued to kiss Galen’s neck, his hands roamed downward to rub at the front of Galen’s jeans. Galen lifted his arms over his head to bury his hands in Nick’s hair as Baz lifted his shirt to suck and play at his nipples.

  Galen knew he shouldn’t be taking so much pleasure in the face of danger, but if this was to be the last time his men touched him, he wanted to enjoy it. “You both make me feel so good.”

  Galen wondered if Bruga was looking down at them, watching the scene unfold, or if he was already on his way down the darkened staircase. “If we survive this…”

  “Shhh,” Baz said before thrusting his tongue deep into Galen’s mouth.

  Galen gave himself over to the kiss as he tried to push thoughts of doom from his mind. Wrapped around him in the guise of two strong men were the answers to his prayers. He wouldn’t allow Lysander or anyone take it away from him.

  “What’re you doing here?” Lu bellowed.

  “Showtime,” Baz whispered against Galen’s lips before breaking away.

  Lysander and some kind of creature stood just inside the door. The darkness coming from their direction began to press against Galen’s chest. He knew it wasn’t coming
from Lysander, although the man was most certainly evil. Whoever stood beside him seemed to suck the oxygen from the large room.

  So as not to look at Lysander, Galen tried to focus his attention on the stranger. It was obvious the newcomer was male, but that’s where his humanity seemed to end. With a face barely visible under the thick, oppressive black veil, the man’s gaze appeared to be completely zeroed in on Nick, Baz and Galen.

  “Who is he?” Galen whispered to Baz.

  “I don’t know, but it doesn’t look good,” Baz said in return.

  “I’ve come to claim my property,” Lysander declared.

  “You can’t have them, Father. You took Galen from me once. I’ll not let you do it again.”

  Lysander laughed and gestured to the man next to him. “Too bad it’s not your decision. Meet my friend, Volstaat.”

  Lu stepped forward. “Why is an elder outside of Old Town?”

  Volstaat waved a gloved hand in Lu’s direction. “This does not concern you, Lucifer.”

  Lu took another step despite Dominic trying to hold him back. “That’s where you’re wrong, Volstaat. This is my city. I am the power here.”

  Volstaat seemed to laugh although no sound escaped from under the veil. “You are nothing but a weakened Angel. Your power is no match for mine.”

  “Don’t be so sure,” Lu countered. “Again I ask. What are you doing outside of Old Town?”

  “Lysander petitioned the Court of Elders to help him right the wrong that had been done to him,” Volstaat explained.

  Galen reached out and grasped Baz’s hand. He hoped Bruga was close. None of them knew what the man had planned, but things didn’t look good for the three of them as far as the elder went. How would they plead a case to the man who so obviously had already made up his mind?

  “No wrong has been done to Lysander. He is the one who has wronged these men, killing them in their bed,” Lu countered.

  Galen was surprised Lu was stepping in for them. Although he’d always had the utmost respect for the fallen Archangel, Lu had made it clear earlier it was Baz’s case to plead.

  “Only because they defied my orders,” Lysander argued. “It was my duty as a citizen of Sparta to make sure my line continued. It was not possible with that little deviant always in my son’s bed.”

  “Enough!” Baz shouted, breaking free of Galen’s grip.

  Baz strode toward Lysander with the elegant carriage of a Spartan going into battle. “I think it is obvious your bloodline needed to end. Do not blame Galen for the taint you, yourself, put on the family name.”

  Lysander growled.

  The sound sent chills up Galen’s spine as he pressed against Nick’s side.

  Volstaat turned to address Baz. “You will relinquish your hold on the men your father has claimed in penance for your insubordination of your elder in life.”

  “No,” Baz spat.

  “You have no authority here, Volstaat. Go now and the peace between The City and Old Town will remain,” Lu said.

  Galen had never been more proud to be led by Lu. It was common knowledge in The City that Lu didn’t enter Old Town. Rumors ran from Lu being afraid of the evil that lurked there, to an agreement made long ago between the two factions. Which story was true, no one knew.

  Volstaat lifted his black veil, displaying to the room what years of living with the darkest evils had done to him. The bright red eyes peering back at them from a twisted, yet gummy-looking face was frightening.

  Galen didn’t doubt the man often got his way just by exposing his face to his enemies.

  “I’m warning you to leave now,” Lu said.

  Volstaat’s mouth opened and his body shook as if he were laughing. Although instead of sound coming out, only a black puff of fog exited the vile man’s orifice.

  In a surprising move, Lu stretched his arms toward Volstaat. While one hand seemed to suck more of the black fog from Volstaat’s mouth, the other became a great ball of white light, so bright Galen was forced to bury his face against Nick’s chest.

  Galen heard a great whirring sound before silence surrounded him. He dared to open his eyes and look up at Nick. His lover’s expression was one of awe. “What happened?”

  Nick glanced down at Galen. “He’s gone,” he said as if stunned by what he’d witnessed.

  “Stay back,” Lu yelled.

  Galen turned around to see Lu crouched on the floor. Dominic was doing his best to get close to his partner, but Lu was having none of it.

  “What can I do?” Dominic begged.

  “Get me to The Temple,” Lu gasped, holding his stomach as if his belly were full of bile.

  Out of the corner of his eyes, Galen spotted movement in the shadows. Bruga.

  “Yes, take the sniveling pig to The Temple. Maybe his god will take pity on him,” Lysander said. “Leave me to deal with my property.”

  “You’ve lost, Lysander. As you just witnessed, your elder is no longer here to do your bidding,” Baz ground out between clenched jaws.

  “I only needed Volstaat to ease the way into Old Town. I don’t need him to take what I’ve already claimed.”

  Dominic helped Lu to his feet before glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get him where he needs to be.”

  “Go,” Baz said. “Take care of him. I’ll deal with my father.”

  Galen stepped toward Baz. “We’ll deal with him,” he corrected his lover.

  Lysander laughed. “You? The cowering, sniveling creature that hid in his apartment, starving himself?”

  “I’m stronger now, Lysander.” It was the truth. Alone in his apartment, Galen was only concerned for himself, now he had two men to fight for.

  Lysander’s gaze was so intent on the three of them, that he didn’t bother turning to watch as Dominic led Lu from the club. The commotion of Lu and Dominic’s departure gave Bruga a chance to circle around to stand behind Lysander.

  Galen wondered why Bruga held a cloth-draped picture in his hands.

  “Lysander,” Bruga finally spoke.

  Lysander went still.

  Although Galen remembered not to look into Lysander’s eyes, he could tell the man was shocked by the voice from his past by the sudden jerk of his body.

  “Turn and face what you have done,” Bruga commanded, pulling the cloth from the frame.

  In Bruga’s hands was a large mirror. Galen once again tried to figure out what Bruga’s plan was.

  “I’m not afraid of…” Lysander’s voice was cut off as he turned around.

  “See the evil that is inside you for what it really is,” Bruga said. “Know that in seeing who you truly are, you will experience the pain you have inflicted on others tenfold.”

  Lysander cried out in pain as he tried to turn away. Baz rushed forward, holding Lysander in place.

  Galen and Nick joined their lover to assure Lysander was dealt everything he deserved and more. Galen averted his gaze and dared touch Lysander’s eyes, prying them open as Nick and Baz held the evil man in front of the mirror.

  “Noooo!” Lysander began to scream as his body jerked from side to side as if being cut by the same blade he’d murdered with.

  When his strength had nearly given out, Galen pulled from deep in his heart to find the reserve needed to finish Lysander.

  Like Volstaat, Lysander’s mouth opened on a scream and thick, dark smoke began to pour from the pained man.

  Lysander’s body went limp as the last puff exited his body. In unison, Nick, Baz and Galen dropped Lysander’s body to the floor. Galen stepped back and gazed down at the shell of his murderer.

  “Is he gone?” he asked, looking up at Bruga.

  Bruga tossed the mirror to the floor, breaking it into hundreds of pieces. “Yes.”

  Galen noticed the odd expression on Bruga’s face.”Aren’t you happy? Wasn’t it what you’ve been waiting all these years to do?”

  Bruga nodded. “He deserved what he got, but he was once my friend. I mourn for the
wrong path he took so many years ago.”

  Baz stepped forward and held out his hand to Bruga. “Thank you for insuring the safety of the men I love.”

  “Please don’t thank me. It was not my pleasure, but rather my duty.”

  Baz nodded and turned back to Galen and Nick. “Let’s get rid of Lysander’s body and go to The Temple to help Lu.”

  It was a reminder to Galen of what Lu had obviously given in their name. In his eyes, Lu would never again be thought of as the fallen Angel.

  Epilogue

  Baz parked his car and strode toward Ice Water. The crowd was lined around the block, quite a turnout for a Wednesday night. “Hey, Tao.”

  Tao held up his hand, stopping a man and woman who tried to get past him. “Evening, Sir.”

  Baz smiled as he walked around the tall Samoan. Things at the club were starting to get back to normal, although Lu still hadn’t fully recovered. By taking the strongest of Volstaat’s evil soul into himself, Lu had put himself in more danger than anyone had at first realized. It had taken weeks of constant prayer and vigilance to cleanse the worst of the black soul from Lu’s body.

  Although Lu had the occasional slip into hidden pockets of Volstaat’s evil, he was for the most part back to being the same self-indulgent, lovable Angel he’d always been.

  Baz spotted Nick and Galen at the bar and headed their way. Galen had become the perfect addition to their family, using his knowledge of numbers to help with Ice Water’s accounting, a task Nick had hated.

  From ten feet away, Baz noticed the contented expression on Galen’s face a moment before he saw Nick’s hands down the front and back of their lover’s pants. After going so long without sexual contact, Galen truly was the horniest man Baz had ever met. If Galen had his way, he’d become permanently affixed to either Nick’s cock or Baz’s.

  Baz stepped up and wrapped his arms around both men. “Hey, loves.”

  Galen tilted his smiling face up for a kiss. “How was work?”

  “Good. I got another shipment of books in,” Baz told them, shoving his hand down the back of Galen’s loose-fitting pants to join Nick’s. Although Galen had the body to wear tight clothes and look damn good in them, they had all decided it was easier for the man to wear loose, elastic-waisted lounge pants.