Federal Paranormal Agency 6 - Leannan

by Black Olivia

  “Okay.”

  “Do you like to gamble, love?”

  “I’ve never actually been to a casino.”

  “It’s my lucky night.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Beginners’ luck,” Duncan simply said.

  They moved through the throng of people, weaving their way toward one of the bars.

  “What do you want to drink?” Duncan asked.

  “I’ll just have a soda.”

  “Okay.”

  Duncan waved toward to the bartender, and the man strode over. While he ordered their drinks, Thomas turned around and faced the crowd. People were cheering and laughing, chatting animatedly as they played various games. Slot machines chimed, spitting out coins.

  “So, how does this all work?”

  “All the money you lose goes to charity. And at the end of the night, most people donate their winnings as well.”

  Thomas was speechless. He didn’t really know what to say or how to respond. His mate might be involved in some illegal activities, but he wasn’t all bad. There were quite a few redeeming qualities to him, which made Thomas’s job even harder. It would’ve been a lot easier if Duncan was a complete and total bastard, but he wasn’t.

  “There are a few big charity events each year to raise money for local hospitals, rehab centers, and organizations to help children. The organizers are always looking for new, exciting themes to draw a crowd. The casino night was my idea.”

  “Are you always invited to these events?” At Duncan’s raised brow, Thomas quickly tried to backpedal. “I didn’t mean that as an insult. It came out wrong. I just meant…”

  Duncan smiled. “It’s okay. I understand what you meant. But, like I said before, some people may not like my methods, but they’ll take my money and accept my help.”

  Duncan handed Thomas a glass of soda, and he took it. Lifting it to his lips, he took a sip.

  “Well, I think this is great. You’re amazing.” Thomas leaned forward and kissed Duncan. As soon as their lips touched, he pulled back and looked around. A few people were staring at them, but nobody said a word. “Is it okay that we’re together?”

  He wasn’t sure if they were the only gay couple in attendance or what the folks in Ireland deemed as acceptable behavior. Was he allowed to hold Duncan’s hand? Were they together as a couple, or was he supposed to be Duncan’s “friend”? Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Thomas wished he would’ve asked sooner so that he would know how to act.

  “Of course.”

  Duncan kissed him, his lips lingering against Thomas’s. He wasn’t in a hurry, nor did he seem to care that they had an audience. He ate at Thomas’s mouth, devouring each whimper and whine. When he finally pulled back, Thomas was breathless.

  “Do you want to dance?”

  “Sure.”

  Duncan downed his drink and left it on the bar. Thomas took another sip of his water before abandoning his glass as well. Duncan grasped his hand and escorted him toward the makeshift dance floor, away from the loud crowd. Duncan wrapped his arms around Thomas’s waist, and he put his hands on the man’s shoulders. They started swaying with the beat of the music, moving in perfect harmony.

  He stared up into Duncan’s vibrant blue eyes, and everything else seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them.

  “You look so handsome tonight.” Duncan’s hands slid down and cupped Thomas’s ass.

  “You look pretty damn good yourself.” Thomas winked.

  Thomas wasn’t sure how it was possible, but suddenly he heard sirens in the distance. His heart skipped a beat before slamming against his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was the authorities coming to crash the party or if it was only his overactive imagination, but either way, he couldn’t take any chances. He didn’t want the other agents to see Duncan at the event, just in case things weren’t entirely legal. Stepping out of Duncan’s embrace, Thomas grabbed hold of his hand.

  “I…I uh…” He cleared his throat, looking for a quick exit. “I want to see something.”

  “Lead the way.”

  Thomas spotted a velvet rope blocking a staircase in the back corner. He ignored it. Stepping over the obstacle, he jogged up the stone stairs, toward the second floor with Duncan at his heels. He took charge, pretending as if he had a destination in mind, but in reality, his only goal was to hide out for a while.

  “Does anyone live in this place?”

  “No, it’s used as a rental property for events.”

  That was a relief. He wouldn’t have to worry about anyone finding them. He glanced into each room as they passed, looking for a dark corner where they could be alone. Thomas stopped when he found the perfect place. The room was small and tidy. There was a table and a few chairs. Other than that, it was empty. Walking over the threshold, he closed the heavy door behind them and flipped the lock into place.

  “What are we doing in here?”

  “I need you.”

  Thomas unbuttoned his jacket and took it off. He folded it carefully and laid it over a nearby chair before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not, but he wanted to distract Duncan, just in case the siren was heading this way. He was hoping that one of the organizers would stop the agents before things got out of control.

  Duncan grinned. When he didn’t make a move, Thomas reached out. He wrapped his hand around the back of Duncan’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Duncan took a few steps forward, backing Thomas up. When the backs of his thighs hit the table, Duncan lifted Thomas up off the floor and sat him down on the hard surface. Leaning backward, Thomas laid down. Duncan pulled off his pants, dropping them onto the table beside him.

  “You’re lucky I brought a little packet of lube.”

  Duncan shoved his hand into his pocket and produced a single-use packet of lubricant. He tore open the edge and slicked up a couple fingers. Thomas spread his legs apart. He lifted his feet, pressing his heels into the edge of the table for support. When Duncan’s cool fingers brushed against his hole, Thomas gasped.

  “I’m not sure how much time we have, love.”

  “I don’t care. Just fuck me,” Thomas begged. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  “I didn’t bring a condom.” Duncan sighed.

  “We already talked about this.” Thomas moved his hips, sinking down on Duncan’s finger. “I don’t want you to wear a condom. I want your cum in my ass.”

  “Christ,” Duncan groaned. “I don’t think you’ll be that happy when you have to walk out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

  “Fine.” Thomas started unbuttoning his white dress shirt. “Then pull out and come on my chest.”

  “Jesus.” Duncan shook his head. “The way you talk.”

  Duncan quickly added a second finger, scissoring the digits in an effort to stretch Thomas. He squeezed out more lube, pushing the slick substance into Thomas’s hole. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his fingers free.

  He unzipped his pants, and the material fell to the floor, exposing Duncan’s hard cock. He wiped the remaining lube on his shaft before pressing the head of his cock against Thomas’s hole. Gripping his hips in a bruising hold, Duncan pushed forward, easing his thick shaft into Thomas’s body. Duncan filled him, and Thomas’s body welcomed the invasion, stretching to accommodate Duncan’s girth.

  His entire body tingled, and his internal muscles fluttered. “Oh God, you feel so good.” Thomas sighed.

  “So do you, love.”

  Thomas moaned when Duncan started moving, pulling out before sliding back in. Duncan held him tightly, keeping him from sliding across the surface of the table. He thrust into Thomas with reckless abandon. Thomas whimpered. His body shook, pleasure rushing through his veins so fast he felt dizzy. Over and over again Duncan’s cock pushed into him, stretching him and hitting his gland. Thomas wrapped his hand around his shaft.

  “Harder. Faster,” Thomas pleaded.

  Duncan leaned
over him, covering Thomas’s body. He captured his mouth in a frantic kiss as his hips snapped forward.

  His orgasm rushed through him. Thomas tried to hold the pleasure at bay, but it was impossible. Before he could say a single word, he came, spraying cum between them. The moment he did, Duncan growled. He pulled out and stroked his cock rapidly and climaxed, spattering creamy cum all over Thomas’s chest.

  “I love you, Thomas,” Duncan whispered in his ear.

  Joy warred with grief at Duncan’s confession. His heart was both heavy and light at the same time, the organ breaking wide open. The guilt he felt threatened to swallow him up whole, but Thomas refused to allow it to happen now. Later, there would be time to grieve. Thomas knew Duncan’s feelings would change once the truth was revealed and his true identity was exposed, but until then, Thomas decided to allow himself this moment to pretend that they were a happily mated couple.

  “I love you, too.”

  Duncan leaned back, taking away his warmth. “Stay there. I’ve got a handkerchief in my pocket. I’ll clean you up.”

  He jerked his pants up and tucked himself into his slacks. Duncan zipped up before grabbing his jacket. Reaching into the inside pocket, he pulled out a white square. He shook out the material and wiped Thomas’s chest and abdomen, removing all the spunk.

  Once he was cleaned off, Thomas climbed down from the table and started getting dressed.

  “Do you really love me?”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Yes,” Duncan said. It was the truth. He’d never felt such a strong bond to another person before. Not his parents and certainly not another lover, but with Thomas, things were different. “Although I guess it might be too soon to say that.”

  Thomas shook his head. “I feel the same way.”

  Duncan cupped Thomas’s cheek. He leaned down and pressed their lips together. The kiss was briefer than Duncan would’ve liked, but he figured it was time to get back to the charity event.

  “Are you ready to join the party?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” Thomas smiled.

  Thomas took hold of Duncan’s arm, and the two of them headed back downstairs to the party. The event was still in full-swing, people laughing and cheering as they played the various games that were offered.

  “What do you want to do first? You’ve got a few choices, blackjack, craps, roulette, baccarat, or the slot machines?”

  “Roulette?”

  “Good choice.” Duncan made his way through the crowd, walking toward the roulette tables. He wrapped his right arm around Thomas’s waist, pulling him in close to his side. “Is it safe to assume you’ve never played before?”

  “Yes.”

  “In the game, you can place a bet on a single number or a range of numbers, the colors red or black, or whether the number is odd or even. Does that make sense?” He’d simplified the basics, not wanting to overwhelm Thomas.

  “Yeah.” Thomas nodded.

  “Do you have a favorite number?”

  “Eighteen.”

  “Perfect, that will be our first bet.” He grinned.

  “What about you?”

  “What about me?” Duncan raised a brow.

  “Do you have a favorite number?”

  “I usually pick my mom’s birthday. She was born on March eleventh so when I’m playing roulette, which isn’t very often, I pick three and eleven.”

  “My birthday’s March eighteenth.”

  “January fourteenth,” he responded.

  “It looks like we’ve got quite a few numbers to play then.”

  Duncan chuckled. When they reached the roulette table, he pulled out a roll of bills. He passed the dealer a short stack of hundreds, and she handed him a tray of blue chips.

  “Put a few chips on our lucky numbers, sweetheart.”

  Duncan watched as Thomas grabbed a handful of chips from the tray. He stacked them in even little piles on their numbers— three, eleven, eighteen, one, and fourteen.

  “No more bets.” The dealer waved her hand over the table.

  She flicked her wrist, and the wheel picked up speed before she tossed in the little white ball. The ball zoomed around the wheel, and a hush fell over the table. When the wheel slowed, the ball bounced around, landing in various slots before finally coming to a stop.

  Thomas grabbed Duncan’s arm, holding tightly. “I can’t look.” He turned his head. “Did we win?”

  “Seven,” the dealer announced. “Lucky number seven.”

  “Damn.” Thomas sighed in disappointment. “I lost it all.”

  “It’s okay.” Duncan wrapped his arm around Thomas’s shoulders. “The money goes to charity.”

  Thomas looked up at him, wrinkling his nose. “I don’t think I like gambling.”

  “Place your bets,” the dealer called out.

  “Make another bet, love,” Duncan coaxed.

  “Maybe you should do it.” Thomas leaned into him. “You might have better luck than me.”

  “I brought the cash to donate. It doesn’t matter if we win or lose. The money is going to a good cause. Now, loosen up.” Duncan moved behind Thomas and started massaging his shoulders, trying to relieve the young man’s tension. “This is supposed to be fun.”

  Thomas grabbed another stack of chips from the plastic tray. He picked the same numbers, setting a short stack on each one.

  “No more bets,” she declared.

  Thomas sucked in a deep breath, holding it as the little ball started bouncing from number to number. His whole body tightened as he waited.

  “Fourteen,” the dealer said.

  “Yes!” Thomas shouted, jumping up and down. Spinning around, Thomas wrapped his arms around Duncan’s neck and laughed. “We won! We won!”

  He rose up on his toes and kissed Duncan on the lips. His happiness was contagious, and Duncan found himself cheering right along with him.

  After his first win, Thomas’s attitude toward gambling seemed to change. He wasn’t afraid to place bets or to take risks. Throughout the night, Thomas won more than he lost, but before they left, Duncan donated all the money to the local hospital. The funds earned from this event would go a long way in helping people in need. Not only was this their first date but it was also the perfect opportunity to prove that he wasn’t a bad man.

  The conversation he’d had with Thomas on their first morning together still bothered him. Duncan couldn’t change, but he hoped that Thomas would be able to accept him as he was, and perhaps the young man already did. Thomas knew the truth and instead of running away, he stayed by Duncan’s side. I want him for the rest of my life. Duncan ran that thought around inside his mind and smiled. Their relationship was still so new, but that fact still didn’t persuade Duncan to slow things down.

  He never imagined that he would meet someone and want to settle down. Thomas’s presence in his life changed everything.

  * * * *

  They didn’t get home from the charity event until the early hours of the morning. Pulling to a stop in front of his house, Duncan sighed as he looked over at Thomas. The young man was sound asleep, his head tilted at an odd angle that looked incredibly uncomfortable. Duncan shut the engine off and got out of his SUV, careful not to make too much noise.

  He walked around the vehicle and opened the passenger side door. Reaching in, he lifted Thomas up and pulled him close to his chest. Duncan closed the door with his foot and carried Thomas inside the house.

  Lucky whined softly as soon as he stepped over the threshold. “I’ll be right back,” Duncan whispered.

  The puppy’s tail wagged wildly, thumping against the hardwood floor. He didn’t make another sound, just sat there waiting for Duncan to return. Duncan wasn’t sure how it was possible, but the animal seemed to understand every word he said.

  Duncan walked up the stairs. With each step, he glanced down at Thomas, hoping he wasn’t jostling the young man too much. When he reached the master bedroom, Duncan laid Thomas down on the bed. He stood there for a
moment, staring down at the Thomas as he slept. Duncan was so mesmerized by Thomas’s angelic features that he couldn’t look away.

  After several minutes, Duncan reached out and started unbuttoning Thomas’s dress shirt. He removed the material, pulling each arm free before working on his slacks and shoes. Once Thomas was naked, Duncan pulled the blanket up and tucked him in.

  Turning on his heel, Duncan strolled toward his closet. He opened the double doors and stripped down, hanging up his tuxedo before doing the same with Thomas’s. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. He took off his watch and placed it on the shelf beside the others. A little black box caught his attention, and Duncan flipped the lid open. Nestled in soft plush velvet was a silver Claddagh ring.

  Pulling out the ring, Duncan admired the antique piece of jewelry that had been in his family for many generations. He glanced toward the bed and wondered what the ring would look like on Thomas’s finger. If he were to propose, how would Thomas respond?

  Lucky let out a series of sharp barks, and Duncan put the ring on his pinky finger before quickly exiting the bedroom.

  “I’m coming,” he whispered as he jogged downstairs. “I’m sorry. I know you were waiting for me.”

  Reaching inside the playpen, Duncan picked Lucky up. He held the puppy against his chest as he strode toward the back door. Flicking the lock, he opened the sliding door and stepped outside. Duncan sat down on the porch and put Lucky on the ground. As soon as his little paws touched the floor, he was off. Duncan smiled as he watched Lucky run around, stretching out his legs.

  Duncan pulled the ring off his pinky and rolled it between his thumb and finger. Thomas was in the forefront of his mind, consuming his thoughts. What did the future hold for them? Shaking his head, Duncan pushed the ring back on his finger. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Slowly rising to his feet, Duncan whistled, and Lucky came running.

  “Come on, buddy.” Duncan opened the door. “I’m tired.” He picked Lucky up and closed the door behind them, locking the door. “We’ll take you to the park tomorrow.” He put Lucky inside the playpen. “Get some sleep.”