Three the Hard Way by Sydney Croft Read Free Book Online Page A

a blowjob?”
    “It’s something.” Justice pointed in his face. “It’s enough to piss you off, and that’s enough to thrill the fuck out of me.”

    Yeah, Ian would give Justice a thrill. He shoved his jeans midway down his calves, until Justice asked, “What the fuck are you doing?”
    Ian looked up at Justice. The habit of going commando had been ingrained in him, so the concession he’d made to come to this eighth ring of freezing hell was to wear silk long johns under his jeans. They fit him like a second skin and made the asshole with the big mouth stop talking for a moment.
    Men were so easy. Women, it took way more effort to seduce them. They needed sweet talk and compliments. Men? They just needed to see a hard cock, and it was like a beacon to them.
    Justice’s tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. The guy was handsome too, in that all-American boyish charm, save-the-world kind of way. Justice really did believe he could save the world—Ian saw that clearly now.
    He also saw that he and Justice could never play on the same team—he doubted there were any gray areas where the guy was concerned. Whereas he’d lived his whole life in the gray.
    And why the hell had he suddenly become concerned with the actual enemy, anyway?
    He licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, a light, subtle move as he held out his arms. “I thought you were going to check me over? Feel me for chips and wires.”
    He kicked out of his jeans and prepared to do the same with his long johns, convinced that Captain America would back off.
    Justice did no such thing. And Ian had been wrong before, had miscalculated before, but not like this. Because he was already taking a big chance here. Before he’d left to hunt down Tag, Itor had implanted a chip in the flesh below his shoulder blade, and it was thin and malleable enough not to be discovered under intense scrutiny. But that didn’t mean ACRO hadn’t come up with ways to detect it.
    Still, Ian stood his ground while Justice advanced. Justice held his gun out to the side, but Ian locked gazes with him, and that gaze never broke, even as Justice ran his palm over Ian’s chest.
    Justice’s hand was cool, his touch somehow perfect. Ian fought not to show he was affected, but the long johns hid nothing, and fuck it all, most agents thought Seducers were sluts anyway. Best that Justice underestimate him.
    Ian’s skin goose bumped when Justice’s hands ran up his sides. He’d never make it if Justice actually asked him to pull down his long johns and he had no doubt that Justice would.
    “Turn around,” Justice told him, his voice low, with just a hint of arousal.
    “You’re kidding, right? Let you stand behind me holding a gun?”
    “I’ll take over from here.” Tag’s voice rose up from behind Ian.
    “What?” Justice asked. “You don’t want me touching him, Tag?” But his voice wasn’t exactly a taunt—there was something in it that made Ian almost growl.
    “I don’t trust you not to kill him,” Tag shot back.
    Ian was done with their bickering one-upmanship. Now he wanted to get laid. Or do the laying. “Waiting to get naked,” he told them both. “Could one of you just get this over with before I freeze my balls off?”
    “Doesn’t look like you’re cold,” Justice leered, but Ian knew it was mainly to piss the hell out of Tag.
    And it worked, since Tag elbowed Justice out of the way. “I’m doing this.”
    “I already checked there,” Justice pointed out when Tag ran his hand along Ian’s arms. Justice’s hand was still on Ian’s shoulder and Ian was semisandwiched between the two men who were about to fuck or kill each other.
    In Ian’s experience, it was always a crapshoot.
    Justice looked at him and smirked. At his back, Tag’s hands swept along his shoulders, his touch firm and detached, the very opposite of how Tag used to touch him. He held his breath for a second as Tag’s fingers skimmed the implant. The thing