Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) Read Online Free

up his orgasm. Edging him closer and closer to the maelstrom swirling inside him.
    They studied one another, Saint holding Boyce’s gaze for long moments while he slowly pumped his hand up and down. Added a twist on each downstroke. Licked his lips in anticipation as he brought his hand up and over the head, looking so damn eager to take another taste. While he swiped his thumb against the tip, Saint’s unguarded perusal of Boyce’s dick only made Boyce stiffer.
    Made his deepest desires more pronounced.
    Boyce’s love for Saint flourished with each passing second. Boyce cherished these moments during a scene. When they connected on a deeper level. When everything between them became a tangible force Boyce could feel flowing through his veins.
    “God, help me.” Boyce could barely breathe as the words tumbled forth.
    “There’s no help for the wicked, babe.” Saint stared, his gaze boring a hole through Boyce straight to his heart. As Saint’s breath ghosted over his flesh, Boyce felt need as potent as the highest-grade alcohol streak through his veins. A thousand race cars barreled toward him at unimaginable speed, dragging him further down into the madness that had Saint’s name stamped all over it.
    Asha’s whimper pierced the roaring in his ears.
    One side of Saint’s mouth quirked up. “Someone’s hungry again.” He fed Boyce’s cock to Asha, watching with rapt interest. Heat arced between the three, lashing out at the way they restrained themselves from the havoc contained within the visceral connection.
    “Feels so fucking good...you. Her. Us.”
    Saint rose, pressing his lips against Boyce’s shoulder. “Looks damn spectacular too.” He dug his fingers into Boyce’s ass, taking over control of the driving strokes into Asha’s willing mouth.
    The man was a fucking god.
    “Want you so much. Inside me. While I fuck her.” Boyce was quickly losing the ability to form coherent speech in more than short bursts. The power of the moment had overtaken him. Caught up, he’d relinquished his role in the scene to Saint, allowing his lover to completely wield command over both Boyce and Asha.
    Amazing how Saint had easily accepted those reins. Boyce stopped wondering long ago how they managed to flow so effortlessly between the dominant and submissive roles. There were some things in life that were just better off unanswered.
    Nothing, no one, slipped Boyce’s control more than Saint.
    “You will, baby. And I’ll be inside you soon enough. We’re just getting started here.” Saint dug his fingers into the meat of Boyce’s ass, clenching tight as he took complete control of the scene. “Let me see it, Boyce, first. Let me see you blow down her throat.”
    Something flashed on the other side of the room, followed by a concussive shockwave of noise. The strobe of light flickered bright behind Boyce’s eyes. The vibrations slithered up Boyce’s spine, firing a synapse in his brain and triggering a memory.
    One he thought he’d buried deep.
    The memory burst forth in a chaotic buzz that swept over him and sank him deep. Fast. Clawing at him. Eating away everything that was good and pure. Taking away his choice. His control.
    No. No.
    Despite his wishes, the memory burrowed deeper and unleashed its wrath.
    Noble House vanished.
    He was outside. The air around him hot, and dark. Dusty. Fire lit the pitch black sky, and flashes of rocket hits exploded all around him.
    Rockets. Fuck . Not good.
    Boyce knew he needed to move. But he was sweaty and itchy. Tired. So tired. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a good night’s sleep since he’d come to this godforsaken desert. When he was even able to close his eyes because some nightmare had reached out and punched him in the face. He’d been on this patrol for three years already. Three long years filled with so much death and desolation. And it wasn’t getting any easier.
    Every muscle felt like a lead weight.
    And lying on the ground felt