Jaeger

by Evelise Archer

  Twenty-five yards or so from their initial position, Jaeger spotted a cabin and two men leaning against a black four-door sedan. Smaller than the one he currently occupied with his protectee, the cabin appeared to be outdated and slightly run-down. Jaeger wondered if the men and their organization were the true owners or if they’d simply made themselves comfortable while they searched. Jaeger didn’t need confirmation to know they were hired guns. Their stance against the vehicle, the clothes they wore, the handgun handles protruding from their waistbands—everything screamed contract killers. Jaeger quickly snapped a few pictures of the men and the vehicle. Shame he couldn’t make his way around the other side to get the license number, but he didn’t want to take a chance and leave Wren by himself for too long. Satisfied by what he’d seen, he reversed his steps and made his way to Wren.

  “Are they hikers?”

  Jaeger noticed the frown on Wren’s face and the look of concern. He wanted to wipe the creases off his forehead and take away the worry lines from around his eyes.

  “I snapped a few pics, and we’ll look at them when I download and enlarge them. Better than trying to see clearly on the phone. I don’t think they’re campers, if that’s what you’re asking. Let’s get back to the cabin and plan our next move.” Once again Jaeger took the lead and Wren followed.

  Safe and secure back in their dwelling with the alarms and perimeter cameras set, Jaeger plugged his phone into the laptop he’d set on the kitchen table while Wren made coffee. Jaeger planned to run the photos through face recognition in a few databases, but he wanted to scramble the signals so no one in the agency knew he was online and in the system. He waited. Patience was not his strong suit, but there was nothing else to do.

  He hadn’t allowed Wren to look at the photos. He wanted to see if he got a hit on their faces. If he did, then his suspicions would be confirmed—they’d been compromised. And then the risk would be exponentially greater. He would have to protect Wren and discover who the fuck sold them out. His list of enemies may have just grown.

  Jaeger and Wren sat quietly at the table, sipping coffee until there was a ding from the laptop. Two faces appeared on the screen with two names and rap sheets a mile long.

  “Do you recognize them?” Jaeger turned the electronic device to face Wren. Jaeger remained silent as Wren examined them. If he recognized them, Jaeger’s suspicions would be confirmed. Didn’t recognize them, and they’d be back to square one—with someone still possibly after them.

  Wren pointed to the man on the right—Luis Calderon.

  “I think he looks familiar, but I’m not totally sure. I don’t think I’ve seen him at my uncle’s compound, yet I know I’ve seen him before. Sorry. I can’t remember. So many people came and went, and I really did stay attached to my computers.”

  Jaeger nodded. At least they had something.

  “Regardless,” Jaeger began, “these men are not tourists, and with rap sheets like theirs, they’re up to no good. And I think we’re the culmination of their adventure.” Jaeger stood and took the laptop with him.

  “Let’s get some sleep. Everything is secure, so no one’s getting near us without me knowing. I’m going to run a few more things before I settle for the night, because I’m not sure what tomorrow’s going to bring, or if we’ll even still be here.”

  Jaeger strode to the comm room and left Wren sitting at the table.

  CHAPTER NINE

  WREN’S ATTEMPT to sleep proved ineffective. He tossed and turned so many times that his body was shaky, punchy. He couldn’t shut his mind off and kept coming back to the pictures Jaeger showed him and the fact that they might have to leave the safety of the cabin. But Wren placed his trust in the marshal, and deep down, he knew Jaeger would protect him with his life if it came to that. Or at least he hoped he would.

  Wren was not a fighter. He wasn’t even sure if he was a lover. He was a computer geek, a runner, and unfortunately, the nephew of one of the cartel’s largest crime lords—one Wren hoped to help lock up.

  He rolled over and reached for the small windup clock on the night stand. Two in the morning. He tossed aside the covers, padded across the room, and made his way to the bathroom. Then he returned to his room and turned on the small side lamp to read. Maybe that would relax him enough to allow him to fall asleep, even if only for a few hours.

  By the time the sun barely peeked through the curtain, Wren lay upon the covers and his book had fallen to the floor. He’d finally fallen asleep. It was seven o’clock. When he heard no movement in the cabin, he decided to rise for the day. He showered and dressed in faded blue jeans and a long-sleeved thermal shirt in baby blue. He loved the feel of the soft material against his skin. It was probably the only action he’d see for a while.

  He walked into the kitchen and found Jaeger sitting at the scarred wooden table with two laptops at his fingertips. One was running some kind of program, and Jaeger typed on the other.

  “Good morning.” Wren took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Coffee was out of the question. His lack of a good and restful night’s sleep left him jittery enough without the enhancement of caffeine added to the mix.

  “Do we know what the plan is?” Wren hoped it was to stay put, but doubt crept into his mind.

  “We’re leaving.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Wren waited for more information.

  “We’ve been compromised, and I think it’s internal.”

  “What do you mean by internal?” Did that mean someone from the government was working with someone in the cartel? Why would someone do that?

  “I think your uncle or someone in the family has a government official on the payroll who is feeding them information. It’s too coincidental that we’ve been made, and I’m positive we’ve been made.”

  “Have you contacted your boss, Agent Chase?” Wren wasn’t sure what scared him more—being on the run or staying and taking his chances. He had about two weeks before he had to appear in court to testify, and things were going to hell.

  “The last contact I had with him, I informed him of my suspicions. But other than that, no. And I don’t plan to contact anyone, at least until I think this through. Pack up a small bag with clothes and essentials. The rest, leave. I’ll grab the computer equipment we need and my own small bag, and then we lock up. Someone will figure out that we’ve left.”

  “Are we driving or walking?” Wren started to pace the small kitchen, his nerves fraying as the reality that they were leaving the refuge of the cabin set in. He chewed on his bottom lip and tasted the tang of copper.

  On his second turn, he ran into a wall—Jaeger—who grabbed his shoulders and stopped his pacing. The contact felt good, and Jaeger’s touch alleviated some of his tension and fears. Wren didn’t know why the marshal turned his insides to mush, but the need to burrow into his chest and be wrapped in his arms overrode his fears. As he laid his head on Jaeger’s chest, Wren exhaled slowly.

  “Sorry. I’m just a little scared.”

  Jaeger continued to soothe him. “You should be scared. We both should. But don’t worry. My job is to protect you, and I plan to do that. Okay?”

  Wren nodded without looking up.

  “Okay, then. Go pack. I’d like to leave in two hours. I want to erase some stuff from the computers and plant a few things to send a false trail. Just in case.”

  Wren left the warmth of Jaeger’s arms and marched to his bedroom to pack. Again.

  “FUCK. FUCK. Fuck.” Jaeger had every intention to wait out the month of seclusion with Wren O’Riley, deliver him to the government for the trial, and then retire. Of course, no one in the agency knew of his decision, but Jaeger already had his plans. And Wren O’Riley did not factor into those plans. Yet Jaeger found himself inexplicably drawn to him. Just the slightest touch and his libido ramped, his dick hardened, and his scar burned.

  Again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Once Jaeger felt confident in his manipulation of the computers, he packed a laptop, cord, an
d extra batteries. Personal bag filled, he attached a smaller one to a hiker’s backpack and filled it with munitions. He planned to stay on four wheels as long as possible, but if they had to, they’d go to ground on foot.

  The first thing he planned to do was to smash the burner phones he brought with him and purchase a new one on the road, just in case. Then he’d ditch the vehicle that the agency or cartel could trace. He’d also snag a car off a lot. Or he’d make contact with people he knew across the border. He needed something sturdy that could travel many miles. Still formulating a plan in his head, Jaeger checked on Wren’s progress.

  Wren must have heard him trekking down the hall because he shouted from the bedroom, “I’m almost done.” Jaeger stopped at the door. Wren’s ass was on full display, encased in his light blue jeans. Jaeger’s fingers itched. Those round mounds begged to be touched.

  Jaeger slunk into the room as Wren slowly turned to face him.

  Jaeger didn’t allow Wren to say more. Jaeger had to taste, and Wren’s lips called to him. Jaeger plundered his mouth and reached behind Wren to grab his ass and knead the globes. He pressed his body closer to Wren and wanted to turn the young man inside out. His dick hardened and pressed against the denim of his jeans. And Wren’s reaction to the kiss and his ministrations was apparent. His dick was firm against Jaeger’s, even through layers of fabric.

  Jaeger’s tongue begged entrance to the warm cavern of Wren’s mouth. Their teeth gnashed, and their tongues dueled until they needed to breathe. And even then Jaeger didn’t want to stop.

  Instead he slowed down and nibbled on Wren’s bottom lip, soothing the sting he knew he’d inflicted. “Sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that. But….”

  Wren breathed in small puffs on Jaeger’s neck and held on to him for dear life. Wren seemed to give Jaeger a sense of purpose—not simply to protect him from his current boogeymen, but to take care of him. He was experiencing an emotional upheaval foreign to him, and it confused him even more. It wasn’t the stuff Jaeger was made of. Not at all.

  “It’s okay. I liked it. I like you,” Wren whispered into his neck, the soft words caressing Jaeger’s skin.

  On so many levels, Wren’s confession was wrong, but Jaeger felt no remorse. His desire to have Wren in his bed seemed to override any other need he’d ever experienced. He was drawn to Wren O’Riley on a level other than physical.

  But any control Jaeger held snapped the moment Wren whispered across his skin. The time to throw caution out the window had arrived, and the ball was in Wren’s court.

  “Wren, if we don’t stop now, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to. My body is on overload, and my dick has a one-track mind. Tell me to stop, and I will, but if not….”

  Wren nodded.

  Jaeger hesitated for about ten seconds and then lifted Wren and encouraged him to wrap his long legs around his waist. Jaeger reached under Wren and held both perfectly round mounds in his hands. He strolled from the current bedroom to his own, where he had the much-needed supplies.

  As they walked, Wren caressed his mouth, sucked his ear lobes, and nuzzled his neck, sending shivers down Jaeger’s spine. When they got into the room, Jaeger sat on the bed with a lapful of Latiny goodness. He smoothed his hands up and down Wren’s lithe runner’s body and finally reached for the hem of his long-sleeved shirt. Up and over, Jaeger tossed the garment on the floor with no care where it landed. Before him was the smoothest skin he’d ever laid eyes on. The man’s body was made to be worshipped.

  Jaeger latched onto Wren’s right nipple. He bit and nibbled, and Wren arched his back and forced the bit of flesh farther into Jaeger’s mouth. Once the nub was thoroughly worshipped, Jaeger kissed his way across Wren’s breastbone, latched onto the left side, and abused that bit of flesh in the same manner. Wren squirmed in his lap, creating more friction against Jaeger’s denim-clad dick, and precum oozed from his slit and dampened his briefs. Through his jeans, Wren’s cock rubbed against his stomach.

  “That’s it, baby. Take what you want.” Jaeger held on to Wren’s hips, assisting him in his movements, encouraging him to find his release. Even Jaeger was not immune to the heavy frottage.

  “Please, I need more. I want you inside me before I come, but I don’t know if I can hold on much longer.” Wren’s green eyes, dark with lust, begged Jaeger to tip him over the edge.

  Jaeger sprung the two of them from their seated position and unceremoniously tossed Wren in the center of the bed. He removed his own clothes and then reached into his backpack to retrieve the needed supplies—lube and condom.

  Then Jaeger snatched Wren’s sneakers and socks from his feet as Wren unfastened his jeans and drew them down his long legs. Jaeger removed the offending garment, along with the tiny red briefs that were obscenely stretched by Wren’s cock.

  Starting at the bottom of the bed, Jaeger nipped and love bit at Wren’s slender toes, calves, and knees as Wren tossed his head back and moans emanated from his rosy lips.

  Once Jaeger made it to the junction of Wren’s knees, he bent his legs, encouraging Wren to open himself and show his wares. In full view were his heavy, hairless balls, which hid the entranceway that Jaeger sought. And Wren’s thick, eight-inch cock, with its center vein running along the underside and its angry purple head was fully on display, begging for Jaeger’s attention.

  Jaeger licked his lips at the feast that awaited him. He ran his tongue along the balls and laved each one of them. He took them into his mouth one at a time and sucked and probed them with his tongue. The motion caused Wren to gasp and squirm, but Jaeger held him in place.

  Jaeger was in awe. In a matter of a few days, Wren had crawled under his skin like a splinter, and Jaeger would eventually need to make the choice to either allow it to fester or dig it out.

  Jaeger ran his hand along the planes of Wren’s abdomen. His muscles contracted and concaved under Jaeger’s touch. His long cock swayed with every contraction, and precum bubbled from the slit and left a sticky trail. Jaeger licked his way up, wrapped his tongue around the bulbous purple crown, and suckled the tip into his mouth.

  “Fuck, Jaeger. Feels so good. I can’t. Please. I need.” Wren once again became incoherent, and his head thrashed on the pillow.

  Jaeger smiled with a mouthful of dick and reached for the lube he’d tossed onto the bed. Using the one-handed method, he opened it, squirted some of the viscous liquid onto his fingers, and slid behind Wren’s tight balls searching for the prize. Circling the muscle that guarded his entrance, Jaeger relaxed the area until he was able to slowly slip one finger in. He bobbed his head up and down on Wren’s cock and continued to fill and stretch the hidden passage. The inside was warm and soft to the touch.

  Like a bull rider impaling himself, Wren bucked and rode his digits. Not wanting to sexually torture Wren anymore, Jaeger curved his finger and glazed over the small internal nub that would deliver countless pleasures. Unexpectedly Wren shot his load into Jaeger’s mouth after the prostate stimulation.

  “Fuck, fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to shoot so fast. So good, so fucking good.”

  Jaeger popped off Wren’s dick with a smile on his face. He’d reduced Wren to a babbling fool. Even after shooting his cum, Wren’s dick still remained semihard.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you.” Jaeger ripped open the condom and slinked it down his ramrod cock. Snapping the tip of the latex, he ran lubricant up and down and saturated himself for an easy transition into Wren’s waiting channel. He tossed Wren’s legs over his shoulders, knelt closer, and placed the head of his dick at the entrance to nirvana.

  “Bear down, baby,” Jaeger instructed.

  With slight resistance and a small push, the relaxed muscle gave way and allowed Jaeger entrance. Inch by inch he slid in, until Wren’s ass rested on his thighs, fully seated.

  Home. The connection felt like home. A feeling of peace transcended Jaeger’s being, along with a sense of déjà vu—foreign yet familiar. A sharp pain radiated in his left wrist
, causing him to stumble forward and pin Wren’s knees to his ears. Then it receded and left calmness and warmth. Jaeger would figure things out at a later time. Right then he only needed to fuck Wren.

  Jaeger withdrew his dick ever so slowly until only the head remained at the entrance. Then, just as slowly, he reentered until Wren hinted he wanted more by latching onto his neck, plundering his mouth, and impaling himself.

  “Something you want?” Jaeger knew he sounded smug, but he didn’t care. Things felt too good.

  “Fuck me like you mean it,” Wren retaliated.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  Taking charge was something Jaeger knew how to do very well. Snapping his hips he punished Wren’s ass with his dick, giving them both immeasurable pleasure. Slamming into Wren’s prostate, Jaeger kept Wren on edge, if the leaking fluid was any indication. Then he leaned down, touched the tip of his finger into the slit, and licked the sticky clear fluid. He kissed Wren with the ferocity of a possessed man and allowed him to taste himself from Jaeger’s lips.

  “Coming. Again,” Wren shouted into Jaeger’s mouth.

  Cum coated Jaeger and Wren. Jaeger gritted his teeth, his jaw tight as he pushed in and out three more times and found his own release into the condom. He shivered and peered down at Wren, who lay beneath him—the man he was charged to protect. He’d just crossed the line with him, and Jaeger didn’t give a flying fuck.

  CHAPTER TEN

  WREN NOW knew what it meant to see stars… and the sun and the moon. His body had been played like a well-orchestrated concert and shot into ecstasy. Fucked by the man designated to protect him. Literally. And damn did he feel good. No. Not good. Fan-fucking-tastic.

  He smiled up at Jaeger, wiped his sweaty brow and pecked him on the nose, lips, and every available bit of skin.