In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  “Agent Taylor!” John shouted as he stepped inside the hotel room.

  “What the fuck?” Frank noticed the furniture was overturned, paperwork was littered on the floor. Immediately Frank removed his gun from his holster. “Agent Taylor!” he yelled, clicking into FBI mode and checking the only other room, the bedroom. As Frank peered into the opening of the doorway, he found Agent Robbie Taylor gagged with his wrists tied to the bed, naked.

  Hearing John announce after he checked the rest of the area, “No one else is here,” Frank holstered his gun. “Well, well…Agent Taylor…finally get in over your head? Or you and Officer Harris have some playtime together and he got called away?”

  John sat down beside Robbie, lowering the cloth gag.

  “Very funny, Skinner.” Robbie panted. “Why don’t you fucking untie me?”

  Admiring Robbie’s taut muscular body and handsome good looks, Frank relaxed on the opposite side of Agent Green. “What’s the rush?”

  “Don’t you even want to know what happened to me?” Robbie’s blue eyes appeared to glow in the dim room.

  “No. I don’t give a crap.” Frank ran his hand along Robbie’s bare thigh. “What you get into on your own time ain’t my business.”

  “What the hell are you doing?” Robbie gasped. “Agent Green! Get your fucking partner to untie me and stop groping me!”

  “Why?” John caressed Robbie’s long brown hair.

  “Why?” Robbie choked in surprise.

  Licking his lips, Frank ran his palm over Robbie’s soft cock.

  “Hey!” Robbie tried to flinch away. “What the hell is wrong with you guys?”

  Something caught Frank’s eye. On the nightstand there were condoms and a tube of lubrication. Gazing at the tall, sexy FBI psychic again, Frank grew hard in his trousers. He bent over Robbie and sucked on his nipple.

  “I don’t believe this!” Robbie tried to squirm away. “Come on, guys, you can’t be serious.”

  Frank exchanged wicked grins with John. “Are we serious, Agent Green?”

  “Dead serious, Agent Skinner.” John ran both his hand up Robbie’s torso.

  “Holy shit.” Robbie shivered and closed his eyes.

  That was all Frank needed to see before he responded. He stood, opened his zipper and reached for a condom.

  “No. No way.” Robbie shook his head.

  Laughing as he rolled the condom on his cock, Frank replied, “No? I don’t think you’re in a position to say no, Taylor.”

  “I’ll tell the director. You’ll both be fired.”

  Frank and John laughed at Robbie. “Who will the director believe? The gay long-haired psychic? Or his two top special agents?” Frank crawled onto the bed between Robbie’s knees.

  “No! Frank, Jesus! I said no!”

  As Robbie tugged at the bindings securing his wrists to the top of the bed, John helped Frank spread Robbie’s thighs wider.

  The minute Robbie’s ass was exposed, Frank held Robbie around the waist and pushed the head of his cock into Robbie’s butt. “Ahh, yes…son of a bitch that’s as tight as pussy.”

  “You assholes!” Robbie tried to twist away.

  “Who you calling an asshole?” John laughed as he pointed, “You’re fucking hard, Taylor!”

  “Is he?” Frank peered down at Robbie as he thrust in deep and fast. “Well, well. He likes it, John.”

  “I think he fucking loves it.” John took his cock out of his pants and drew closer.

  As Frank fucked this handsome FBI psychic, John knelt on the bed and poked his hard dick towards Robbie’s lips.

  A whimper of distress hissed out of Robbie’s gorgeous mouth until it was filled with John’s thick cock.

  Watching John fuck Robbie orally, Frank went mad, driving as hard as he could into Robbie’s hole. When John’s body jerked in a spasm of pleasure and he gasped as he climaxed, Frank came, shivering down to his polished black shoes. Grinding as tightly to Robbie’s body as he could, Frank opened his eyes, surprised to see Robbie’s expression of ecstasy and feeling Robbie’s cock shuddering under him.

  Once John climbed off the bed and tucked his dick back into his trousers, Frank laughed, “Look, John. Our psychic came.” Frank pulled out, tossing the spent condom on the floor and zipping his pants.

  “Oh, God…” Robbie moaned, rocking his hips from side to side.

  “Nice one.” John admired Robbie as he recuperated. “Did I taste good, Taylor?”

  “Unite me. Please.” Robbie’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

  “Yeah. Maybe later.” Frank straightened out his clothing and tilted his head for John to follow him to the door.

  “Thanks, Taylor. We’ll be back in a couple of hours. I’m sure you’ll be hungry for more by lunch time.” John laughed as he left the room.

  Before he went, Frank paused to savor the act and the sight of Robbie bound and naked on the bed. “You have to admit, John. Taylor’s one hot fucker.”

  “He’s fucking gorgeous, but if you tell anyone I said that, I’ll kill you.”

  Chuckling under his breath, Frank opened the door.

  * * * *

  Deep in thought as he checked he had his weapon and ID, Agent Frank Skinner peered behind him to see his partner, Agent John Green nodding he was ready. Opening their hotel door, Frank stepped out into the hall.

  “Good morning, Agent Green. Agent Skinner.” Robbie smiled as he approached them.

  “You sound chipper,” John sneered, walking passed Robbie down the hall to the elevator.

  “What do I have to be moody about, John?” Robbie smiled.

  As Frank walked behind Robbie, admiring his strut, Robbie spun around. Frank quickly met Robbie’s eyes.

  “You in a foul mood as well, Agent Skinner?” Robbie teased.

  “We’re in Seattle to catch a serial killer, Taylor, not play games,” Frank grumbled as John pushed the elevator call button.

  “And we will. I promise.” Robbie brushed his long hair back from his face casually.

  While they waited for the elevator, Frank tried not to be obvious as he admired Robbie’s good looks. Biting his cheek, Frank knew Officer Harris was one lucky SOB.

  Once they were all inside the elevator, descending to the lobby, Robbie asked, “Starbucks anyone?”

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” John muttered.

  “I love working with you two. You’re so much fun.” Robbie’s eyes twinkled mischievously.

  “Just shut up and go.” Frank nudged Robbie when the doors opened.

  “Oh! Stop manhandling me, Frank!” Robbie teased playfully.

  A rush of humiliation flashed through Frank. Sure Robbie spied, his cheeks heat up and Frank turned aside.

  “Did I flick a switch in you, Agent Skinner?” Robbie whispered as they walked to the parking garage.

  “Just shut the fuck up. Isn’t Officer Harris enough for you?”

  “Mm. More than enough.” Robbie winked.

  As he followed Robbie into the parking area, Frank frowned deeply, knowing he better keep his fantasies to himself.

  4

  Sonja Knight chewed the back of her pen as she read over case law in the firm’s library. Growing weary of the dry information, she set the pen down and rubbed her eyes gently. It was nearly five-thirty and she felt like calling it a night.

  “Hey.”

  Raising her head to the doorway, Sonja found her law partner Jack Larsen standing there. “Hey.” Sonja thought Jack was beautiful. His sandy blond hair and bright aqua blue eyes absolutely enthralled her.

  “Any progress on finding relevant case law?” Jack moved closer, standing behind one of the chairs adjacent to where Sonja was seated.

  “A little.” Sonja gazed at Jack as he removed his suit jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. Instantly she could see how enormous Jack’s body was under the fabric of his white dress shirt and maroon tie. Jack the gym junkie. It made her mouth water.

  He pulled out the chair and relaxed his
elbows on the table. “What have you got?”

  Sonja slid a large tome over to him noticing Jack’s substantial golden wedding band. Married. Jack had married Adam Lewis, the hotshot Hollywood agent, in a private ceremony at Mark Richfield’s mother’s estate in Paradise, California. Mark. The man who had married Sonja’s ex-lover, LAPD cop, Steve Miller. It was a tangle. She tried not to think too much about Steve turning gay after they broke up. It had nothing to do with me! I ended it with him! What the hell did I have in common with a white LAPD cop and his racist moronic ex-police sergeant father?

  “Yes. This will do nicely.” Jack leaned over the text as he read.

  Sonja loved the thick waves of Jack’s fair hair, his darker brown eyebrows and sideburns. The man was perfect in her opinion. How Mark Richfield could resist him, pass him up when they actually lived together in the same house, was a mystery to her.

  “Excellent work, Sonja. I can always count on you.”

  A whiff of Jack’s cologne drifted past her. Sonja inhaled it deeply into her lungs. As she moved to get a look at the passage Jack was perusing, Sonja knocked her pen off the tabletop.

  Reaching down for it, she caught sight of Jack’s enormous quadriceps as he appeared like the Incredible Hulk, about to rip through the seams of his dress trousers. He was positioned in a comfortable straddle, the crotch of his pants showing off a large mound.

  Son of a bitch!

  Sonja inched off the chair, hopefully still appearing to Jack that she was searching for her pen. Nudging back the chair, she crawled in her stockings and mini skirt to that amazing sight.

  Once she was crouching between Jack’s legs, she touched both his kneecaps at once feeling him jump at the contact.

  “Sonja?”

  As he scooted out to get a look at her, she moved with him, smoothing her hands up those broad solid legs to cup his crotch.

  “Uh…we can’t do this, Sonja.”

  Can’t we? She smiled as she opened his belt and top button of his trousers.

  “Sonja. I’m gay. And married.”

  Think I care? She unzipped him finding him totally erect and blushing pink. Admiring her darker colored hands in contrast to his fair skin tone and blond pubic hair, she tilted Jack’s cock towards her painted lips. Sonja moaned and licked the tip of his dick lightly. Hearing Jack whimper, his fingers digging into her shoulders, she felt her body surge with pleasure. Oh, yes, I knew you’d love it, Jack.

  “Sonja…” he breathed.

  Allowing the head of his cock to enter her mouth, Sonja felt Jack’s length throb and tasted a drop of pre-cum on her tongue. Drawing him in deeper, brushing her lips against the fabric of his suit trousers, Sonja heard Jack’s groan and her own body tingled.

  Fuck this! She got out from under the table, yanked her thong and pantyhose down and sat on Jack’s lap, forcing his length to push into her depth. Humping his cock while on his lap, Sonja buried her fingers into his thick blond waves and connected to his mouth. Loving the kiss, Jack’s dominant masculine tongue action, Sonja felt her body rise to heaven.

  As he broke the kiss to gasp, she stared at his expression of orgasmic bliss. Riding him hard, fast, and furious, Sonja witnessed Jack’s climax and instantly felt her own spinning around her body.

  “Ah! Sonja!”

  “Jack! God, yes! Jack!” She held onto him as his cock throbbed deep inside her, feeling both their juices oozing between them. “Give me that mouth!” she ordered, grabbing his coarse jaw and sucking on his tongue and lips wildly.

  He wrapped his arms around her and held onto her tightly. His cock pulsated gently as he lingered inside her.

  “You’re beautiful. Sonja, that was amazing.”

  “You know how long I’ve wanted to do that to you?” Sonja smiled.

  “Better than Steve?”

  “Hell yeah, better than Steve!” she retorted, laughing.

  “Good.”

  * * * *

  “Hey.”

  Sonja looked up from the dry reading to see Jack Larsen standing at the doorway.

  “Go home. It’s late.”

  Sonja checked her watch. “Christ, is it nearly six? I must be crazy still sitting here.”

  “You are. Go.”

  She pushed her chair out and stood, intending on leaving everything as it was for the morning.

  “Goodnight, Sonja. See you tomorrow.”

  Before she was able to reply, Jack had vanished from the doorway. She moved quickly to look down the hall seeing his broad back before he turned a corner. “Goodnight, Jack. Say hello to Adam for me.”

  He waved but didn’t turn around.

  Sighing deeply, Sonja retrieved her purse and coat from her office. As she shut down her computer and the lights, she daydreamed about her life and the choices she had made.

  By the time she stood in the parking garage, Jack’s maroon Jaguar was already at the electronic gate, leaving.

  A sweet smile on her lips, Sonja took out her mobile phone on her way to her own car. “Hello, Mama?”

  “Hi, baby. How are you doing?”

  “Good. You mind a little company for dinner?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Great. I’m on my way.” She hung up and dialed again.

  “Hello, Sonja.”

  “Hi, Chelsea. Look, I’m going to eat dinner at my folks’ tonight. Is that okay?”

  “Fine with me.”

  “Okay. See you later.”

  “Bye, Sonja. Say hi to them for me.”

  “I will.” Sonja shut off her phone and sat behind the wheel of her car. Sighing softly, she whispered, “Adam Lewis, I hope you know how lucky you are.”

  5

  Reaching across the wooden fence, mild-mannered accountant Owen Braydon stroked the long nose of a quarter-horse as it stood in the pasture. Taking a good look around, Owen admired his lover Taylor Madison’s father’s ranch in San Antonio. It was glorious with its rolling hills and grazing herds of horses and cattle. The large mansion attached to the nearly one thousand acre property was like a vision out of the old hit show Dallas.

  They didn’t come often to visit Taylor’s family here in Texas, but when they did, it always felt like a vacation to Owen. Their home back in Denver was a shack compared to that seventeen bedroom monstrosity.

  Waiting for Taylor to appear so they could take a leisurely ride into the open fields, Owen was surprised when Taylor’s best friend Jude Rae Clark appeared beside him.

  “What do you know!” Owen waited to see if Jude’s law- graduate partner Logan Bleau would show up, but only the two Texans were headed his way.

  Admiring their tight faded blue jeans, denim shirts, black cowboy boots and hats, Owen licked his lips and wiped the drool from his chin. The pair of them, Jesus. Owen always thought Jude and Taylor could pass for brothers. Matching six-foot-one-inch heights, thick wavy brown hair and brilliant blue eyes, they were hunks right off the pages of Playgirl magazine as far as Owen was concerned.

  “Hey,” Owen said as he approached the men, meeting them halfway. “I didn’t know you were coming to Texas, Jude.”

  “It was a last minute thing,” Jude replied in his deep southern drawl.

  “Where’s Logan?”

  “He had to stay in Denver. He’s got a big case he’s workin’ on.” Jude adjusted his black cowboy hat in the bright sun.

  “We gonna chitchat or ride?” Taylor chided.

  “Ride em’, cowboys!” Owen followed Taylor and Jude to the stable, watching those matching struts as they moved side by side. Owen’s dick was so hard he was about to combust.

  In the dimly lit barn, Owen could smell the scent of fresh hay and horses as he surveyed the neat interior with its wall of western saddles and bridles.

  “Go git one of the horses out of that stall, Owen.” Taylor pointed to a door that was split in half separating top and bottom.

  Nodding, Owen unbolted the lower half which was closed, and pulled it open. It was very dim inside the tiny st
all. As he stepped in and looked around, he found it was empty. Spinning on his heels to say something about the missing horse, Owen blinked in surprise when Jude entered the confined space with him.

  “Uh,” Owen gestured, “There’s no horse in here, Jude.”

  “I know.” Jude grinned wickedly.

  “You know?” Owen noticed the light go out in the main room of the stable. It made the stall he and Jude were in grow dark. A second later, Taylor appeared.

  “Taylor?” Owen asked, just noticing him holding something. “What’s going on? Aren’t we going to ride?”

  “Oh, we’re goin’ ta ride all right, Owen. You got that straight.” Taylor began spinning a rope lasso gently.

  “What are you going to do with that?” Owen asked nervously.

  “I’m gonna do me some calf ropin’. Right, Jude?”

  “Calf roping?” Owen tilted his head as Jude snickered devilishly.

  “You ready for some good fun, Jude?” Taylor held up the rope.

  “Let’s go, partner.” Jude made a move towards Owen.

  As both men approached him aggressively, Owen backed up, smacking into the wall. The clean hay was soft under his leather soles.

  While Jude unbuttoned and removed Owen’s shirt, Taylor wrapped the rope around Owen’s chest, coiling it around him to tie his arms to his torso.

  “Holy shit.” Owen began to pant in excitement.

  His shirt was tossed aside. Jude got a grip on Owen once he was tied up, forcing him down to the hay covered floor.

  Lying on his side, Owen watched helplessly as Jude removed his shoes and his lower half of clothing. When Owen was completely naked, both men paused to stare at him.

  “Taylor?”

  “Yeah, Jude?”

  “I think I’m gonna enjoy this little adventure.”

  “I knew you would, good buddy.”

  “Uh,” Owen gulped, “What adventure?”

  “Now don’t you worry yerself, sugar.” Taylor unzipped his jeans.

  Seeing Taylor’s exposed cock poking out of his faded denim, that cowboy hat deepening the already dark shadow on his face and coarse jaw, Owen began to go mad for him. His cock grew hard and throbbed where Owen had trapped it between his own legs.