by Tatum Throne
“Adam, you get to play the bad guy. Leland, you’re playing the hostage, and Witt, you get to save the day.”
The platform was high above the ground. It was high enough to make the drop a nasty fall if things didn’t go so well. Adam grabbed Leland from behind, pointing the pretend gun at his head. There was cold hard determination in Witt’s eyes as he worked to defuse the situation.
“Let’s work this out,” Witt said.
“Not going to happen. He dies if you come near me.”
Leland grabbed Adam’s arm, struggling to get away. He worked himself up, pretending to freak out. “Help! He’s going to kill me!”
“Shut up!” Adam growled.
“Easy now. Just tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen,” Witt said.
“Call your men off!” Adam yelled.
“Okay! Okay! Just take it easy,” Witt said.
Without warning, Leland felt Adam slip. He yanked Leland down just when he slipped off the platform and the board under his feet gave way. Instinct took over as Leland grabbed for Adam when he fell. Adam swung out, hitting against the tree. Fear raced through his eyes as he reached up to grab the platform. Witt was suddenly there, helping him lift Adam back onto the platform. Leland’s heart was racing. Adam collapsed onto the platform.
“Shit,” Adam said.
“We got you.”
“Thanks.”
Witt helped Adam up to his shaky feet as Leland got to his. “That didn’t go as planned.”
“It looks like the board was rotted out. You guys okay?” TJ asked.
“We’re good,” Leland said
“Okay. Let’s take a break. I’m going to get maintenance out here to check out the course,” TJ said.
Leland jumped down off the platform. As the team headed off for the cabins to change for dinner, Leland hung back, wanting to catch a few minutes of alone time with his Dom. There was sweat and dirt all over Witt’s clothing. Leland liked seeing him a little messed up and off his game.
“You really okay?” Witt asked.
“Yeah. Just a little shaken up. I can’t believe that board broke.”
“I know. It could have been worse. Are you sticking around for the night?” Witt asked.
Sexual tension strummed the air between them as Witt danced them back to stand behind a thick oak tree.
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
Witt smoothed his fingers up the front of Leland’s neck and over his Adam’s apple. “I was hoping you would stay.”
A rush of heat spiraled through Leland’s cock, making his dick rock hard. “Why’s that?”
“You know exactly what I want.”
Their mouths connected in a hungry kiss. The chance of getting caught at any moment was read but Leland didn’t care. He loved the feel of his Dom’s hands grabbing his hips as he pushed him up against the tree. The sound of footsteps nearby had them breaking their lips away before they could be caught. Leland’s heart was beating wildly and his dick was pounding for release. Leland adjusted his dick before stepping around the tree. Two of the guys from SWAT were just grabbing their gear they had left at the site. They didn’t give Witt or Leland a second glance as they headed toward the indoor training area.
“That was close,” Leland said.
“I guess you’ll have to be quiet when I take you tonight.”
Leland bit his wet lip as he thought about what Witt was offering him. “I shouldn’t stay. We can’t risk getting caught.”
“Perhaps I like the risk.”
Yes, he did. They both did. Still, Leland liked the idea of playing hard to get with his Dom. “I’ll see if there’s room for me.”
“I’ll make room for you in my bunk,” Witt said.
“You’re not bunking with anyone?”
“I am but we can figure out a way to make this work.”
Leland smiled demurely. “I’ll talk with TJ and see what I can make happen.”
They headed toward the bunks, but Leland headed away from Witt to chat with TJ, who was standing outside the Welcome Center. Leland was very aware of Witt watching him as he moved away. This was by far one of the stupidest things he was going to do. No one was ever supposed to mix business with pleasure. God, he hoped he didn’t make a mistake by staying the night at Camp Tack with Witt.
* * * *
Witt couldn’t believe he was going to have sex with Leland at the camp. As a Dom he always had to take control. But there was something about Leland that made him want to lose control. As they finished up dinner in the mess hall, Witt watched Leland as he nervously moved through the room. Sweet anticipation moved through Witt as he thought about what he was about to do with his sub tonight. They shouldn’t be doing this at work but he didn’t care.
After dinner, they went out to the bonfire. Witt made sure to stay far away from his sub. He could tell Leland was playing hard to get. That was fine with him. He could be patient to a point. As the night moved on, Leland went to his cabin first. Witt waited several minutes before following along. He was going to take control of Leland and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening. Witt followed his sub into the room, locking the door behind him. He came in fast, kissing him hard and stealing his breath away.
Witt slipped his hands down over his ass, giving it a tight, possessive squeeze. He wanted to be sure that his sub knew that he was the one in control. “Hands on the bed.”
Leland turned, putting his hands on the bunk. He flexed his ass out, arching his ass wide for him. Witt unbuckled his tactical pants and pulled them down. He came in fast and hard spanking his sub. He loved the way his balls bounced around as he took control. Witt smoothed his hand down over Leland’s cock and testicles. He gave them a rough possessive squeeze. Pre-cum wept from Leland’s tip as Witt took complete control. Witt licked his thumb, smoothing it over Leland’s rim. He rubbed his thumb around it, loving the way his sub arched his ass out and moaned for more.
Witt came in close, growling low. “Quiet. You don’t want anybody to hear what you’re doing with me.”
Another moan escaped Leland’s wet and parted lips. Witt was so hard and ready that he felt as though he was about to burst and lose control. As a Dom that was not a good place to be. Angry with himself for losing control, Witt stripped out of his clothes and pulled Leland’s pants down to his ankles. He pressed his forehead against the bunk and came in close, kissing his way down his spine. He licked his tongue over his sub’s rim, loving the taste of his sub beneath his lips.
Witt grabbed for the bottle of lube in his bag on the floor beside the bunk. He flipped open the cap, generously rubbing it over his palm and dick. With the extra lube on his fingers, he rubbed it over his sub’s rim, pushing the tips of his fingers inside to slick his ass, too. He wanted his sub ready for everything they were about to do. He closed the lube bottle and threw it onto the bed.
He came in fast from behind. He pushed the tip of his cockhead against his sub’s rim and pushed greedily in. He loved the feel of his sub’s ass stretching wide for him. They moaned in unison as their bodies joined. Witt arched his head back and took his sub with short, hard strokes that sent their balls slapping together.
As Witt took his sub hard, he reached around, grabbing his dick, pulling it down and giving him several hard strokes. He pinched the tip of his cockhead, roughly taking control. “You will not come, until I give you permission.”
“I promise. I won’t.”
Witt took control of his sub with short hard strokes that sent their balls slapping together. Their sex was rougher than ever. More frantic. More desperate. It was as though Witt knew that this would be the last time they would ever be together. He didn’t know if it was because they would be caught or something would take his sub away. It was as though he knew that something would get between them. Pain and hurt moved through Witt’s heart as he thought about losing his sub. He did not ever want to lose his sub.
With those scary thoughts racing in his mind, he took h
is sub harder, showing him how good they could be together. He moved his hands up around his neck, creating a collar around the strong, thick cords in his neck. He loved the feel of his Adam’s apple bouncing up and down as he took him hard. It was then that Witt came hard, shooting his spunk deep within his sub’s ass. Leland cried out as Witt stroked his dick off. He came hard, shooting his spunk over Witt’s hand and the sleeping bag on the bunk.
There were both sweating and breathing hard as they came down from the wild ride. Witt kissed the back of Leland’s neck, placing kisses around his jaw and finally kissing him on the lips. They pressed the foreheads together.
“That was nice,” Witt said.
“That’s the best I’ve ever had,” Leland said.
“I was hoping you would say that.”
They both pulled away from each other. Witt led the way into the shower where he turned on the hot water. They stepped in together with Witt caressing and washing his sub. They were lucky to be the only ones sharing a bunkroom and shower. The other guys were bunking together. As if on cue, the door by him slammed open. Witt muscled Leland around so they wouldn’t be seen in the shower stall together.
“Shit. This is the wrong cabin,” Adam said.
“Your cabin is two down. Cabin C,” Witt said.
“That was close,” Leland said.
Witt ran his hands up Leland’s jaw. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.”
“I’m okay.”
There were tears within Leland’s eyes. “What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously something. Are you worried about us getting caught?” Witt asked.
“No. It’s not that. I just never thought I’d love anyone again until I met you.”
“Oh, babe.” Witt held Leland close, hoping he would tell him everything. “Who was he?”
Leland shuddered. “The first guy I ever kissed. He left me after I got hurt in a car accident. My younger brother died in the accident.”
“I’m so sorry, babe. I will never leave you. I’ll always be there for you.” Witt held his jaw in his hands and kissed him gently. “Always.”
Leland shook his head. “Don’t say that. I don’t want anything to ruin what we have.”
Witt held him tight as emotion clogged his throat. What was he supposed to say? He’d never connected with any submissive this way. He gave him several kisses on his temple before pulling away.
They washed up quickly before anyone else could disturb them. They bunked down in separate bunks. Witt was the happiest man in the whole world. He hoped that nothing ever would get in the way between their love but right then he wasn’t so sure that would be the case. He was honestly worried about how quickly his sub was falling for him.
Chapter Seven
Work got in the way for Leland the next day. After leaving Camp Tack, Leland went straight to the office. There was so much to do. With half the guys out for SWAT training there was a wall of eerie quietness about the building. It set Leland’s nerves on edge. Outside rain hammered down upon the city, creating a gray wash, making everything dark and gloomy. There was a darkness about the city that made Leland want to stay in bed. It was days like this when shit usually went down. It was days like this when people were driven indoors that they started not to get along with each other. Those were the days police officers were called.
Leland got to work on some cold cases, making calls, but it didn’t last long. Knocking on doors was one of the best ways to get the kind of information he needed for homicide cases. Today was no day out of the ordinary. He had to go into the field to look for witnesses. He drove into downtown to Over the Rhine. The apartment was in a revitalized part of time. Leland got out of the car and stepped out into the rain. He went into the apartment building and knocked on apartment 2B. He waited for someone to answer.
A guy came to the door wearing only pants and a shirt. He looked like he’d been drinking since waking up. “What do you want?”
“I’m Detective Matthews. I’m here to ask you some questions about the murder that happened outside your apartment building Saturday night.”
“I don’t know anything about that. I was working.”
“I’d just like a few minutes of your time. Anything you can tell me will be helpful.”
“I don’t have anything to say.”
It was then that Leland knew he had to back off. There was something about the situation that felt off. He glanced down the long hallway and saw a woman cowering around the corner. He smiled and nodded at the woman. “How you doing?”
The woman’s eyes went wide with fear. It was then that Leland knew he was stepping into something more serious and terrifying than he could step out of quickly.
“Everything okay?”
“That’s none of your business! You need to step off.”
“If you would like to join me out here to talk, you can.”
Tears misted the woman’s eyes. “You need to go.”
The guy stopped the woman from leaving the apartment. Leland knew he had to back off but there was something about the situation that wouldn’t let him. He lifted up his hands. “All right then. I hear you. I just want to make sure everybody’s okay.”
“That’s not your concern.”
The gun was lifted up into Leland’s face and everything flashed before his eyes. His love for his Dom and the fact that they might not ever be together again. As if on cue, a bright flash of light echoed before his eyes and he went flying backward into the hallway, hitting his head against the wall. Blood dripped down his face. The bullet had grazed his head. He was hit and he wasn’t happy with the guy who shot him. The guy pushed the woman inside the apartment as she started to scream. Leland staggered up, grabbing his cell phone and calling the situation in. He held onto the wall as he worked fast to get out of the apartment building.
Before he knew what was happening, SWAT was on the scene and taking over. Witt was there despite not going through his SWAT training. They had summoned the guys out of Camp Tack for their help. He watched as TJ and Adam started taking over. Leland tried to stay back but he knew he couldn’t. He had to help. SWAT doc Woods rushed over to Leland, giving him medical attention. Leland’s eyes met Witt’s across the way. Fear ricocheted through his body as his Dom came in close. He’d come so close to losing his Dom before they ever got serious. He did not want that ever to happen again.
“Take care of him,” Witt ordered.
Woods’s eyebrows raised. “Yes, sir.” Witt went back to the team. Woods looked down at Leland. “Should I ask?”
“He’s a little protective of me.”
“I can see that.”
SWAT entered the apartment building, taking down the suspect. The guy was dragged out, handcuffed, and thrown into the back of the police cruiser. The situation was diffused fast but not fast enough. It was as though something shifted between Leland and Witt and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening.
* * * *
Witt crossed the parking lot coming to stand in front of Leland. There was concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“It doesn’t look that way. You need to be careful out here.”
“I am careful.”
“You shouldn’t have come out here by yourself. It’s not safe,” Witt said.
“I know. I agree with you. I should’ve followed protocol. It’s my fault.”
Without warning another guy came around the corner, lifting a gun. He pointed it at Witt and Leland. He shot several rounds off. Witt pushed Leland out of the way as he lifted his gun and fired several times. Everything went bright in front of Witt’s eyes as he tried to get control of the situation. TJ worked fast to take down the suspect. Witt grabbed for Leland as he fell to the ground. He was shot. His eyes were rolling back into his head as Witt started performing CPR.
“Don’t die on me! Don’t you die on me!”
SWAT doc Woods took o
ver, running an IV into his arm and putting a breathing tube down his throat. Adam was at his side as they transferred him onto the gurney and into the emergency vehicle. They rushed to the hospital and wheeled Leland into a trauma room. Witt hung back as Leland was taken away from him. It was then that he looked down at his hands. His sub’s blood was all over his hands. What was he going to do if he lost his sub? How was he ever going to live without Leland?
Right then, Witt wasn’t so sure he could survive without his sub. He wanted everything to be okay but he wasn’t so sure it would be. After washing up, he collapsed in the waiting room, waiting for any word from the doctor. Chief Rask got there and started taking control of the situation and making sure his guys were okay. He came over to Witt and sat down next to him.
“I heard about what you did in the field. You saved his life,” Chief Rask said.
“I would do it all over again if I had to.”
“I know you would.”
Word came an hour later that Leland was out of surgery and in recovery. They waited until he woke up before they started allowing visitors back to see him. Witt went in with Chief Rask first to see him. He was just coming out of sedation and looking around. Confusion swam through his face as the trauma surgeon discussed his prognosis with the chief. He’d been shot in the arm and it nearly hit his carotid artery. He was lucky to be alive. Damn lucky. Witt came over and held his sub’s hand, taking care not to hit the IV in the back of his hand. He leaned down close to Leland’s face and gave him a sweet kiss.
“I love you. I love you so much. Don’t you ever let go of me.”
A smile tilted up Witt’s lips as Leland grinned. Everything was going to be okay. As long as he had his sub, he knew that everything would be just fine.
Chapter Eight