Sequel to: One Day in the Wild

Linda watched the three men exiting the elevator. She loved working as DA Travis' secretary and, if she was true to herself, one of the reasons was because she got to be close to the magnificent men that made up team 7. Especially the three walking towards her at the moment, who were to die for.

"Good morning, gentlemen," she greeted with a smile. "The DA had to leave for an unexpected meeting with the Mayor and the Police Commissioner. He shouldn't be long now."

Chris Larabee nodded. "Mind if we wait in his office?" He asked.

"Not at all," she replied. "Want me to bring you anything? Coffee? Tea?"

"No, thank you. We already had breakfast," Ezra Standish told her, a slight smile dancing on his lips.

She watched the two men enter Orrin Travis' office, closely followed by Vin Tanner, who simply nodded at her before disappearing into the room and closing the door. She sighed dreamily. Those three would definitely drive a nun to sin.

Vin looked out of the DA's window. It was a beautiful sunny day, providing him with a clear view of most of the city. One of the things he liked in the modern, tall buildings such as the ATF headquarters, was the chance to go up on the roof and gaze for miles, enjoying what little freedom a growing city such as Denver afforded.

He heard Chris clear his throat and turned around, his back to the wall. Chris was sitting on Travis' desk, Ezra on the couch. They'd been there for five minutes and already were bored with the wait. They were men of action, sitting around didn't suit any of them.

"What?" He asked Chris.

"I want to ask you something," the man in black replied.

"What's on your mind, Cowboy?" He asked, joining Ezra on the couch.

"I've been meaning to ask if maybe... Hell! I want you two to move in with me."

After an amazed silence in which obviously neither he nor Ezra knew what to say, Vin finally found his voice. "What gave you that idea?" He asked, softly.

"I'm not a man comfortable with emotional stuff, you know that. But..." Chris took a deep breath. "We've been lovers for six months now. After Sarah and Adam, I thought I'd never find 'home' again, that I'd never love anyone again," he said awkwardly. "But I did, I do. The others haven't said anything, but it's obvious they know about us. We've given them more than enough proof. When one of us gets hurt, the others go ballistic."

Chris glared at Vin, who felt his face warming at the words. Soon after they'd become lovers, Chris had been in a car accident. Vin had threatened doctors and nurses, had tried to sneak into the recovery room, basically making a nuisance of himself until he'd been told how the blond man was doing. He suspected Chris had been released earlier just so the hospital staff didn't have to deal with him anymore.

"A case of the pot calling the kettle, Mr. Larabee?" Ezra finally asked, amusement clear in his tone. "I seem to recall hearing of a certain team leader who had to be removed from the surgery room by none other than four security guards the last time I got shot."

"Yeah, well. They wouldn't tell me how you were doin'," Chris replied ruefully. "Well?"

"I don't know what to say to that," Ezra said. "Have you given this serious thought, Chris? If it gets out, any one of us can be used to hurt the others. And DA Travis --"

"I want to tell him," Chris interjected. "The only person we answer to is him. If we tell him, there's no chance of anyone tryin' to blackmail us. We'll be careful. Our strength is our closeness to each other, to the team. The way we protect each other. That's not going to change."

"And if Travis doesn't accept it?" Vin asked.

"We find something else to do," Chris replied firmly. "There's a brand new world out there for men with our background. Detectives, bodyguards, bounty hunters, mercenaries if we have to. But the main thing is we'll be together."

Vin nodded. "I'm in."

"Ezra?"

"I'm not certain," Ezra answered.

Vin watched him rise and walk to the window, looking down at the street below. "Why not?" He asked softly, standing up and moving closer to the other man.

The southerner shook his head. "I've been alone most of my live. Living with you... I don't wish to ruin what we have now."

"You won't," Chris assured. "Ezra, we've been together for six months."

"Six months don't erase a lifetime, Chris," Ezra told them, the sorrow plain to see in the green eyes. "We've been living separately, meeting only occasionally, although we work together. Spending nearly twenty-four hours in close quarters will be somewhat different."

"Yeah. We'll have to adjust and compromise. It won't be easy at first. But are ya sayin' you're better off alone?" Vin asked gently.

Ezra smiled ruefully at him. "No. I guess I shall give it a try then." He grinned at Chris. "We should celebrate."

Vin gulped at the sudden mood change. The way the other two were grinning at him was positively wicked. "What?" He mumbled.

"Remember two months ago when I almost died of hypothermia? We ended up trying to decide the best place to do you."

"As I recall, it was decided the best suitable place would be the DA's office," Ezra piped in helpfully.

"Wait a God damn minute! I didn't decide anythin'!" Vin scowled at his lovers. "Ya two were blabbering about it, but I didn't agree to any of it. There's no way we're going to do it here, ya hear me? The DA could walk in at any minute, ya heard Linda."

"Good. Adds danger to the pleasure," Chris grinned. "The forbidden fruit and all that."

Before Vin could utter another word, Ezra brought his hands up in front of him and cuffs were snapped onto his wrists. "Ezra!"

"Don't worry, I have the key," Ezra smirked.

"You better!" He sputtered, beginning to enjoy himself in spite of his protests. He was suddenly grateful that the office was mostly soundproof. He had a feeling he was going to be given the ride of a lifetime.

Vin was pulled tight to Ezra's body by the waist of his jeans. "My, these are tight," Ezra purred, running his hands along Vin's ass.

Vin moaned as the southerner licked the nape of his neck, biting gently, clever hands unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall open. His breath caught in his chest as Ezra knelt before him and opened his jeans.

"Ezra," he whispered softly.

Ezra grinned up at him, helping him get rid of the cowboy boots and socks, then pulling the jeans down to pool at his ankles. The pants were soon gone, and the southerner mouthed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, making him whimper. He felt Ezra remove his underwear, then stand to his full height in front of him.

He allowed the southerner to guide him to the large desk, bending him at the waist over the smooth wooden surface. On the other side, pants down and with a wicked leer, was Chris. Vin moved forward, gazing up at Chris with a grin before licking his lips. Slowly, teasingly, he took Chris' cock into his mouth, sucking and licking it, enjoying the way the other man moaned at his ministrations.

Two fingers eased into his puckered opening, stretching him slowly. He didn't question where Ezra had gotten the lubricant. They were careful, but occasionally indulged in sex in the most unusual places, which meant having something always at hand. Three digits were now working at his anus, loosening him up, making him ready for the pleasure to come. He pushed back onto Ezra's fingers, trembling, as they brushed his prostate repeatedly.

He ran his tongue up to the head of Chris' shaft, flicking it across the tip, then sucked it again, faster and deeper until Chris was groaning continuously. He varied the speed, keeping the blond man guessing, until finally he relented and in one swift move deep-throated his lover. Chris gave a muffled curse and came into his mouth, whimpering weakly as Vin licked him clean.

Chris sunk to his knees and they kissed passionately, tongues touching and exploring, sharing taste and heat. When they moved apart, Vin looked over his shoulder and nodded to Ezra. He was ready.

Ezra forced his feet further apart, moving to stand behind him. He pressed his cock into Vin slowly, sheathing himself completely within his body, both of them moaning at the feeling. The southerner began to move, pulling nearly out and thrusting back in. Each impact dragged a grunt from Vin, but he moved back, bucking against Ezra, taking each thrust and meeting it.

He watched Chris disappear beneath the desk, then lips were engulfing his hard cock, sinking to the hilt, taking all of him into that warm, moist mouth. He moaned and Ezra picked up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into his body, rubbing against his prostate until Vin thought he was going to either explode or lose his mind.

Chris was clinging to his thighs, holding on to keep his shaft in his mouth even as he continued to suck him off. The wild, frantic rhythm was too much for him. He came into Chris' mouth whimpering both of his lovers' names, hearing Ezra's growl of completion from behind him.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was lying on the floor with both of his lovers panting beside him. "God!" He moaned. "One of these days we'll kill each other."

Chris chuckled. "Yeah. But what a way ta go!"

They rose from the carpeted floor and Ezra released him from the cuffs. "See, I told you it would be perfectly safe," the southerner drawled as they finished dressing.

"You're insane. Both of ya. What if Travis had walked in?"

Neither of his lovers had a chance to answer. The door opened suddenly and Linda walked in. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid the DA will be unable to meet with you this morning. He's going to be tied up all morning with the Mayor. Your meeting will be rescheduled for tomorrow. Is that all right?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'll walk you out then."

As they were moving past her, she frowned at Vin. "Are you okay, Mr. Tanner? You look a little flustered!"

Ignoring his lovers' snickering and his increasing blush valiantly, Vin nodded. "I'm fine, ma'am, thank you. Good day." He followed the others to the elevator. "You're going to pay for that." He promised as Chris pressed the seventh floor button.

"Promises, promises," Ezra sighed. "You gentlemen hear what Linda said?"

"What?" Chris asked.

"She mentioned the DA was going to be 'tied up' with the Mayor all morning. Now that brings some wild ideas to mind! We never tried --"

Vin and Chris groaned. "Ezra!"

"What?!"