As Blake pumped them in and out, he whispered, “How do I find that spot, Tiny?”
“Curve them, like your trying to reach for my pelvis from the inside.”
Blake scooted down a bit so he could rotate his arm as he bent those fingers and….
Tiny jerked in front of him, “Fuck, yes!” he cried, “Right there, babe, right fucking there.”
Blake leaned up to look over Tiny’s body so he could see the man’s dick and then he brushed his fingers over that spongy spot again. Tiny’s dick jerked like it was a puppet on strings and then clear pre-cum shot out of the end and dripped onto the bed.
Oh yeah….Blake could get used to this, could get addicted to it actually.
He continued pumping his fingers in and out, adding a third, and brushing over that amazing spot every once in a while.
Tiny’s head dipped down and he squeezed his fingers into his hair, “Babe, please,” he moaned.
Blake slid his fingers out, spread more lube over his dick, then gripped it tight as he pushed the tip into that tight hole. He couldn’t watch from this position like he wanted to, but he could feel, holy hell could he feel. He felt that tight ring as it relaxed and let him in and then his dick was squeezed tighter than a fist by something warm and slick and pulsing and……shit, it was everything that Blake had ever wanted, everything he’d ever dreamed for.
“Thank you,” he whispered into Tiny’s shoulder as his dick continued to slide into pure heaven.
All of his life he’d felt….different. Insecure, off-kilter, unsure, like he didn’t fit in anywhere….until now.
This was what he should’ve been doing all these years, this was what was missing. He felt both sad at all the lost time but glad that he finally got to experience it with this man…because this was where he belonged.
He knew that without a doubt as his dick finally bottomed out. He froze for a moment, not to give Tiny time to adjust, which was what he should’ve been doing, but in order to reign in the hurricane of emotions that were wreaking havoc inside him.
Tiny grunted a little and then whispered, “Move, babe, I’m ready, okay?”
So, he pulled his hips back and slid his dick back inside.
“Holy fuck, Maynard!” he cried.
He wasn’t going to last, there was no way he was going to last. But he was damn-sure going to try.
He slid his knee between Tiny’s legs to spread them wider, gripped the man’s hip, pulled back and slammed inside.
“Yes! Like that. Harder, babe,” Tiny cried.
Blake pistoned his hips a dozen or so times and even though he could feel his orgasm threatening – the tingle in his spine, his balls drawing up and pulling tight – he didn’t go over because suddenly all he could hear, all he knew were the sounds the man in front of him was making as he got closer and closer to the edge.
And he needed more….more to push them both over. And somehow, he knew, or his body knew, how he needed to do that.
He tightened his arm around Tiny’s torso and pushed with his lower leg, rolling them both until Tiny was on his stomach and Blake was between his legs, his cock still buried in the man’s ass.
“Fuck, yesssssss,” Tiny groaned as he pressed his hands into the bed and arched his lower back to lift his ass.
From this angle, Blake realized he could watch his dick tunneling in and out of Tiny’s body and he knew that was going to be his undoing.
He gripped the man’s hips tight enough that he knew he was going to leave bruises and then growled, “Come with me babe, fucking come with me.”
He watched Tiny’s arm slide underneath his body and he knew the man was now gripping his dick.
“Send me over, Blake, please send me over,” Tiny mumbled as his arm moved and his entire body trembled.
Blake didn’t need any more encouragement. He began pounding into Tiny’s ass the way they both needed, the sounds of skin slapping on skin, grunts and barked curses filling his ears until, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, Maynard,” he cried and mere seconds before his orgasm shot through him he heard Tiny’s muffled shout of his name and then he felt it – he felt it everywhere as the man’s channel began pulsing around his dick and pushed him over that blissful edge.
Chapter Forty-Six
Kelly hit the ignore button on his phone and turned it over in his hand.
“You don’t want to answer that?” Cole said from the driver’s seat.
They were on their way to Luther and Morgan’s mountain retreat in the hills above Jefferson, Colorado to watch over one of Morgan’s employees, Noah, and another man, someone named Jesse.
Just hearing that name made Kelly think of his younger brother, the one he’d had to leave behind when he escaped the hell that was disguised as his home. He wondered where Jesse was now…..and if he was okay.
“Kel?” Cole whispered, bringing Kelly’s mind back to the here and now.
“Yeah?” he said as he looked over at Cole.
“You going to answer that?”
Kelly looked down and realized his phone was ringing again. There was no way he could answer this call when he was in the car with Cole but obviously the man calling him wasn’t going to give up.
“Can you pull over for me? I, uh, I need to take this outside.”
“Uh, okay,” Cole mumbled as he flipped on his blinker.
“Hang on,” Kelly said into the phone as a greeting and then he muted the call until the car came to a stop on the shoulder.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he opened the car door, stepped out and closed it.
“Okay, I can talk now.”
“I found them,” the man on the other end said.
Kelly took a deep breath as he glanced back into the car. What would Cole say if he knew what Kelly was contemplating? How would he feel?
No more secrets…that’s what he told the man, right?
But this was different. These men had hurt Cole, they took something from him that should’ve been special and beautiful and turned it into something dark and ugly. They had no right to still be walking around like nothing had happened.
“Send me the file,” he said even though he still wasn’t sure if he was going to do anything with it.
“Done,” the man said, “But we’re even now, I’m done, right?”
“Yeah, Row, we’re done. Take care of yourself, okay?”
“You too, Braddock,” he said and then the call ended.
Kelly looked up from his phone to see Cole watching him from the car. Should he tell the man that he loved that he had found the men who had raped him? Should he tell him that he planned on confronting the men? Although confronting wasn’t really accurate, was it? Since too much time had passed for them to be charged with the crime, what Kelly planned to do to the men until they confessed all their sins in a very public way could be perceived as, well….those men would be wishing they were sitting in cozy prison cells rather than facing Kelly Braddock, that was for sure. Did he want Cole to know that side of him? Did he want the man to know that he was so well versed in torture, that he'd done it dozens of times, that he had a reputation for it, a nickname…..the Constrictor….because he could squeeze information out of anyone? He wasn’t that man anymore. At least that’s what he told himself.
But as his phone pinged with an incoming email and he knew that it was the information that Row had sent him, he began to wonder….as those tendrils wrapped their fingers around his heart and began to squeeze…as he pictured what he would do to each man to get them to confess….as he realized that he wanted to do this…that he was excited to do it….he wondered if he could ever put that part of him to rest…..and if Cole was in danger by being with him.
“Everything okay?” Cole said, his voice bringing Kelly back from his dark thoughts.
Kelly looked up to see that Cole had lowered the passenger window – and the look of concern on his face, the worry….it nearly broke Kelly’s heart.
He stepped forward and opened up
the door, “Uh, yeah. That was just an old Marine buddy who’s going through a rough time,” he lied. Although it wasn’t exactly a lie – Row was going through a rough time…but they didn’t talk about it.
Kelly’s fingers itched to open that email and look at that file as he stared at his phone but then he felt Cole’s hand close over his thigh, squeezing it gently as he said, “I hope he’s okay.”
Kelly’s eyes lifted to look at Cole and he whispered, “I hope he is too, babe. I hope he is too.”
And since he was now talking about himself, he meant that with every fiber of his being.
Chapter Forty-Seven
JD looked at the men assembled in the room. They really did have an amazing group of guys working for them – but he knew that they needed more. Not really because they were so busy but because he knew some of the men they had were looking to settle down a bit – to scale things back because they were now in committed relationships. And he was fine with that – he had done that too so that he and Brent could spend more time together. As the thought of Brent’s name popped into his head, he looked to his right to find his husband and he winked at him. Brent smirked and made a subtle yet rude blowjob gesture with his mouth then he wiggled his eyebrows.
JD shook his head as he chuckled then he looked back at the assembled men. “Okay, I’ve got a few things to get out of the way before we start on business. First things first, as you may have noticed, Cooper and Riley are not on the Skype call. There’s a reason for that. They’re in Vegas right now, getting married,” he paused as the room erupted in a chorus of, “What the fuck’s” and “Why didn’t they tell us’s?”
JD held up his hand to quiet them, “This is how they want it, guys. They never wanted a big show or a big wedding. They just wanted to get it done. Hell, we all know those two have been married to each other since they got together – there was never any doubt about that. And they knew it too. They just needed to make it legal.”
“Well, fuck, that means no bachelor party,” Billy said.
“Well, we can throw them a big shin-dig next time they’re here.”
“At Sanity?” Jasper said, perking up as he grinned at Devin. Devin smirked, “You don’t need a party for me to tie your naked ass up in public and fucking own you, babe. I’ll do it anytime you want.”
Jasper’s entire body shivered as he stared at his fiancé.
“Okay, guys. Enough with the eye-fucking. Let’s get back on task, yeah? So, as I said, Coop and Riley are getting married and then they’ll be off for the next two weeks. We’ve got a possible new member in Justice but he’s dealing with some shit and we won’t have a firm answer from him for a week or so. And Blake, while he’s a new member, his first assignment was, well, intense and eye-opening for him so we’ve gave him a week off to decompress. So, I’ve got a new possible to discuss with you. Well, two, actually, thanks to Cooper.”
“Two?” Ranger said.
“Yeah, and I’m thinking I might try to partner them because they served in the same unit so they might even know each other.”
“Okay. Give us the scoop.”
JD nodded to Billy who brought up the dossier on the first candidate on the screen. “Kingston Fisher, age thirty-five. Was an MP in the Marines for ten years, with stellar commendations, after obtaining a degree in Criminal Justice from University of North Texas. Current address puts him in Albuquerque but my sources say he’s been in Vegas for the past four months with no permanent address, not sure why.”
“Gambling addiction?”
JD shook his head, “Doesn’t look that way, no. He’s not shown entering any of the casinos.”
“That doesn’t really answer that question. He could be parking his ass at a local convenience store and pulling the arm on a slot machine.”
“He could be but my gut is saying no. He was a career Marine but was suddenly Honorably discharged for cause last year.”
“For cause? That’s a new one. What does that mean?” Brent said.
“It means they found a reason to get rid of him but the paperwork doesn’t say why because he chose not to fight it.”
“Gay?”
“Possibly.”
“Caught in a compromising position?”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“So now you think he’s just roaming because he’s hurting.”
JD nodded, “Something like that,” he said then he nodded to Billy who changed the photo to another man.
“Damn, he’s pretty,” Brent said.
“Down boy,” JD mumbled, “Rowan Bates, age thirty-six, also an MP in the Marines for ten years, also with impressive reviews, also with a Criminal Justice degree from UNT and also honorably discharged with cause last year.”
“Wait, hold up. So, you’re saying these two went to the same college, they were both MP’s and they were both discharged before they were ready?”
“Yep, both discharged in the same week.”
“Were they stationed at the same place?”
“I haven’t been able to declassify that yet. Wherever they were, it was top secret and it’s blacked out in their records.”
“Their entire careers?”
JD nodded, “Yep, all except for boot camp.”
“Let me guess, that was the same place, too.”
JD nodded.
“So, which one did you find and which one came from Coop?”
“Kingston is mine. Coop met Rowan yesterday. The man is driving a cab right now.”
“So, Coop met Rowan yesterday in Vegas?”
“Yep.”
“But they don’t live together?”
“They don’t have any contact with each other at all that I can tell.”
“This is just getting weirder and weirder. Are we sure we want to get involved with a potential drama like this? Don’t we also have Kelly Braddock joining us?”
“Not sure, yet. He’s doing an assignment for Morgan’s team right now and I have a feeling he’s either going to retire so he can stay with Cole or go to work for Morgan so they can both stay put in Denver.”
“Okay, so he might be out. But how do you want to proceed with these two?” Brent said.
JD looked at the pictures in front of him, “I say we have them both interview on the same day, and overlap them so one arrives at the house while the other is still here. I want to see what happens when they see each other. If they’re enemies and cannot get along at all then I don’t want them on my team. That’s too toxic for everyone around. But if we see something other than hatred, then maybe we extend an offer. It depends.”
Brent and Drake both nodded their heads, “That sounds good to me,” Drake said.
“Okay, I’ll contact Kingston. Drake, can you contact Rowan?”
“Yep, will do.”
“Okay, on to your assignments…..”
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Kingston sat on the edge of the dingy bed in the crappy motel room and stared out the window. What the fuck was he doing? He wondered as he idly picked at the loose threads on the comforter. He had no job, no income other than his meager pension and no fucking future – at least not the future he wanted. Maybe he should just give up on trying to win Row back and move on. How was he supposed to win the man back when Rowan steadfastly refused to speak to him?
His phone rang and he frowned at the unknown number but brought it up to his ear anyways, “Fisher,” he said.
“Kingston Fisher?” a man’s deep voice said.
“Speaking. Who is this?”
“My name is Drake Malone. I was hoping….”
“Holy shit, did you say Drake Malone?” he interrupted.
The man paused and then said, “Yep,” and King could hear the smile in his voice.
“THE Drake Malone?”
“Um, I think? Which one are you referring to?”
“The one who took down the corrupt CIA director and now runs a secret Ops team.”
“Oh, well, yes then,
that’s me.”
King ran a hand through his hair. It still shocked him every time he did that and actually felt hair, longer hair, soft silky hair and not the short stubs he maintained throughout his military career. “Holy fucking shit,” he mumbled and then he remembered who he was talking to…and then he wondered why?
“Um, is there something I can help you with, Sir?”
“Two things, actually. First, I’d like to fly you out to my place in Virginia.”
“Why?”
“So I can interview you.”
“For what?”
Drake chuckled, “For a job.”
“On your team?”
“Yep.”
King’s mouth fell open, “You, you want to interview me for a job on your team.”
“Yep.”
“Is this some kind of a joke?”
“I hope not. I’m really hoping you’d be a good fit for my team.”
“Your team in Virginia, right?”
“Or possibly the one in Wyoming. You’d work here first until we got a feel for where you’d fit best.”
King’s eyes moved to the window again. It was on the tip of his tongue to say no, that he had obligations here in Vegas. But he really didn’t, did he? Maybe this would be the clean break that Rowan apparently needed.
King sighed as he tried not to let that thought break his heart. “Okay,” he mumbled.
“Excellent. Would Friday work for you? You can fly out and stay for the weekend.”
“Yeah, that would work.”
“Perfect. I’ll arrange the flights right now and email you your ticket.”
“Flights?”
“Well, yeah, a return flight in case we both decide this isn’t a good fit.”
A return flight…to Vegas….and more heartache.
“Um, can you just do a one-way? Even if things don’t work out, I think I’ll stick around that area, get a clean start on things, ya know? There’s really nothing here for me to come back to.” He had to fight with his body to choke those words out because they weren’t really true, were they? Row was here, which meant King’s heart was here. But, he thought with a sigh, he supposed he didn’t need it anymore. The man was no longer his……and he wouldn’t ever be giving his heart to someone else….so, he really didn’t need it, did he?
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