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SE Jakes Bound by Honor
A promise forces two men to bare themselves…completely.
Men of Honor, Book 1
One year ago on a mission gone wrong, Tanner James failed to save the life of Jesse, his
Army Ranger teammate. Before dying in that South American jungle, Jesse extracted a promise
that won’t let Tanner rest until it’s fulfilled—no matter what it costs him.
Damon Price loved Jesse, but problems in their relationship had come to a head right
before Jesse left on his final mission. Now a reluctant Dom and a man still in mourning, he’s not
happy when Tanner appears at his BDSM club. And even less happy with Jesse’s last request—
that Tanner sub for him for one night.
After a rough start, Damon realizes that the tough soldier, despite his protests, aches for
someone to take control. And Tanner senses a hesitance, an insecurity in Damon that makes him
wonder if he’s simply a placeholder for Jesse, or if their tentative connection could grow into
something more.
For Jesse’s sake, they agree to try one weekend together. Then duty calls, and a series of
attacks that have been happening near the club hits too close to home, making both men wonder
if giving their hearts is a maneuver fraught with too much risk…
Warning: Contains rough language, rougher sex and warriors who fall hard for each other.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products
of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely
coincidental.
Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
577 Mulberry Street, Suite
Macon GA
Bound by Honor
Copyright © 2011 by SE Jakes
ISBN: 978-1-60928-373-
Edited by Jennifer Miller
Cover by Kanaxa
All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner
whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical
articles and reviews.
First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: March Bound by Honor
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Dedication
For you, because you came and asked.
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Chapter One
Tanner James had been to hell and back more times than he could count over the course
of his twenty-six years and was always pretty sure he’d live to make the trip again. But this time,
even as adrenaline raced through his body and every muscle tensed for battle, hell beckoned with
a one-way ticket and without a goddamned firefight in sight.
No, that would’ve been easier,
much
easier than this slow crawl to the door of Crave—a
BDSM club with the reputation of being both accessible and safe—the week before Christmas.
He looked up at the dark sign with white lettering at the entrance and thought about
turning back and going home.
If he hadn’t promised Jesse that he’d do this, that he’d look up Jesse’s former boyfriend,
he’d be home right now, having just returned from a month-long mission, not about to offer
himself up like some bondage sacrifice.
This wasn’t his scene. Not really. He was all about rough sex, was bisexual with a definite
preference to men for as long as he could remember, used to having to
don’t ask, don’t tell
,
thanks to his military career—but this? Having to go in and greet the owner with a message from
his dead lover? Well, that was fucking weird and could get him thrown out on his ass.
Jesus Christ, this was going to suck.
The man checking patrons who entered was dressed in bright, loud colors. Tight black
leather pants.
Guyliner. And he flirted in an over-the-top manner with anyone he deemed hot enough.
Tanner knew he’d be the subject of the man’s flirtation. Although he’d shrugged it off his
entire life, the looks and stares and come-ons he’d been on the receiving end of forever told him
he was handsome.
He was more interested in being the best Army Ranger he could, spent most days knee-
deep in jungle crap with paint on his face and men who only cared that he could shoot an M-14
with dizzying accuracy.
“Hey.”
“Hello, gorgeous. Please tell me you’re alone.” The man peeked behind Tanner, saw no
one and clapped his hands. “Alone. There is a God.”
“I’m looking for Damon Price.”
“I’ll bet you are,” the man said with a shake of his head. “Shame, really, that they all want
what they can’t have.”
“I just need to talk to him.”
The man erupted into peals of girlish laughter and Tanner rolled his eyes. He’d never
been into queens and this was why. If he was going to fuck a man, he was going to fuck a man.
“Tell him I’ve got a message from Jesse.”
The man stopped, nearly choked, but before he could answer, he was elbowed out of the
way by a much taller blond man—ruggedly handsome although unsmiling, and Tanner wondered
if he was face to face with Damon himself.
But rather than introduce himself, he asked, “What did you say about Jesse?”
“You heard me,” Tanner bit out.
The man nodded slowly. “I heard you. I just don’t know how Damon’s going to feel about
this.” He paused. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
Tanner reacted before he could stop himself. “Why the
fuck
would you care where I want
to go?”
The man raised a brow and held up a finger, indicating for Tanner to wait a minute, before
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disappearing down a back hallway.
Last chance to head for the hills. And despite the ease with which he could do so, Tanner
remained rooted in place.
He couldn’t see very far into the club at all from where he stood—it was designed
purposely to let the incoming patrons hear the familiar sounds of sex occasionally rising over the
music. The smell of sex was also unmistakable, partially hidden and mixed with whiskey and
smoke. It was meant to beckon, to lead men astray…and Tanner didn’t bother to hide his hard-on.
A few minutes later, Tanner was being led by the blond man who introduced himself as
LC back to a private office with a big
Do Not Disturb
sign on the door.
No doubt,
this
counted as disturbing Damon, but it had been eating away at Tanner for a
year now. He had to rid himself of this burden, do what Jesse asked and then go home and
pretend none of it ever happened.
Before going in, he glanced at his watch. Just after midnight. Exactly the way Jesse had
wanted it.
A hard growl of a voice called, “Come in.”
LC stared at him, and Tanner, in turn, stared at the floor for a long moment. And then he
opened the door and realized he’d been anything but prepared for Damon Price. Tanner was big
and broad and strong, stood six foot three and turned heads wherever he went. But Damon—he
was well over six foot five, with jet black hair and chiseled features. He stood, hands at his sides
in a deceptively casual stance, dressed in full black leather and looking like a fucking badass.
Tanner nearly hyperventilated, because Jesse hadn’t mentioned this part.
“He’s my boyfriend and he owns a club,”
was all Jesse said
. “He’s strong—reminds me
of you. He’s
a Dom.”
“I’m not a Dom.”
“No. But you could probably use one. It would be the only kind of man who could handle
you.”
Jesse had closed his eyes then before Tanner could tell him he had no interest in being
anyone’s bottom boy. Because Jesse had been talking to him about boyfriends and Doms when
he’d been dying, slowly and painfully in the middle of a jungle in South America where he and
his Ranger team had been on a mission, and Tanner had been fucking helpless to stop it.
Fuck.
He shoved his hands in his pockets so Damon wouldn’t see the fists he couldn’t uncurl
and hoped the pain didn’t show in his eyes.
This was supposed to bring closure—to both Damon and Tanner. There was no way to
break a promise to a dead man.
Damon studied him for a few minutes. Tanner wasn’t the type to squirm and he wasn’t
about to start now. Finally, the man said, “I hear you have a message from Jesse. And I swear to
Christ, if you’re fucking with me, I’ll put your head through the wall.”
Tanner snorted in spite of himself. “Okay, sure. I’d like to see you try.”
Damon pushed away from the desk and stood toe-to-toe with him. “Talk.”
Talk.
Yeah, like it was that easy. “Jesse told me to come here—to ask for you. To tell
you that…”
Fuck. He shifted, aware that the proximity of Damon was freaking him out. If he hadn’t
been Jesse’s, Tanner might’ve made a move without a second thought.
As if he knew what he was thinking, Damon arched an eyebrow at him, his lip curled into
a half sneer.
Fuck it all.
“I’m supposed to tell you to have a session with me. Jesse wanted it that
way.”
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