Three the Hard Way by Sydney Croft Read Free Book Online

for controlling the snarl in his voice. Because really, what was supposed to happen here? He and Ian running hand in hand through the snow, becoming BFFs?
    No, they were fighting over Tag, and it was winner take all. And Ian was a dangerous man, a dangerous agent, thanks to his Excedo status . . .
    Justice kept his weapon aimed directly at Ian’s heart, even as Ian squared off, like he thought he could take Justice down before he pulled the trigger—and as Excedo, maybe he could. Hell, maybe that’s why Tag had left them in here, hoping they’d kill each other. Or at least one of them. Wouldn’t that be convenient, so Tag didn’t have to make a decision.
    Justice’s stomach clenched. Before this, he’d known only that he had to convince Tag to come with him to ACRO. Now it was a matter of choosing between him or this asshole Seducer freak. And judging by the way Tag had looked at Ian, the way Ian had looked back . . . Well fuck, Devlin wasn’t going to be happy about these developments at all. Maybe there was another way around this.
    “I think you should go. Run away, fast and furious through the snow like a good little Excedo. If you gave a shit about Tag, you’d do that for him.”
    “I’m sure you’d love for that to happen, Justice, but forget it. Because you fucked him up, big time.”
    “Right. This is all my fault. I was the one who pretended to love him but really just fucked him right into Itor’s hands.” Justice forced himself not to see the sudden fresh burst of pain haunt Ian’s expression. No, he ignored it, twisted the knife a little deeper. “But you’ve supposedly left Itor, right? Yet, conveniently, you’re still letting them feed you intel about where Tag is. And I’m sure you’re not going to say a word to Itor about any of this.”
    “I’m not.”
    “Then strip.”
    “What the fuck for?”
    “Let’s see if you’re wired up or sporting transmitters.”
    Ian smirked a little. He’d already taken off his hat and gloves and dropped them carelessly on the floor, and now he unzipped his parka and let it fall off his shoulders. There was a thud when it hit the ground—weapons and a sat phone, most likely—and Justice was about to grab for the jacket when Ian peeled off his snow pants and followed up by stripping away two layers of shirts, leaving him only in jeans. Justice forgot what he’d been planning to do just seconds earlier, completely fucking distracted, his heart slamming into his chest at the perfectly chiseled body typical of Excedos.
    I t’s been too long for you . . . should’ve gotten something before you came here. The angry orgasm with Tag hadn’t been enough, not when the sex had been more about power than getting off.
    And hell, Justice had asked for Ian to basically get naked. Ian, who was smirking even harder, like he knew what Justice was thinking.
    He’s probably Speedy Gonzales in bed too. Maybe Tag’d forgotten what fucking a guy who doesn’t need to speed through the act was like.
    Yeah, and he’d keep telling himself that until he believed it.
    “Come on, Justice—come closer and check me out.” Ian’s words were a taunt. He began to unbutton his jeans and made like he was about to slide them off his hips.
    “You really left Itor?” Justice asked, trying to distract him.
    Ian paused. “Yes.”
    He sounded sure, and he looked Justice right in the eyes. But still, something about the initial hesitation of Ian’s answer made Justice ask, “You worked exclusively for Itor?”
    “Who wants to know?”
    “The guy standing in front of you with the gun, asshole.”
    Ian shrugged a bare, well-muscled shoulder, like none of that mattered. “Why don’t you ask your best friend? The one you care so much about.”
    “Figured you’d like this one-sided story business,” Justice muttered. “Maybe you two are perfect for one another. Except for one small fact—he hates you, maybe more than he does me right now.”
    “So you’re ahead by what,