“You are assaulting an officer of the law. Let me go or I will hall your pansy ass in,” screamed the cop.
“Sorry, officer,” Treb answered and lifted his hands up in the air. Then he turned around and started walking away.
Damian watched as the stupid cop fell for Treb’s ploy and pulled his baton out of its holder, raising it to hit Treb. The sheriff had immediately been at Treb’s side during the whole incident. Now he had his own baton out and cracked it across the stupid cop’s wrist. The baton when flying as Damian heard bones break and the cop started howling in pain, holding his wrist.
“Get him out of here and take him to the hospital. Then I want him taken to my office immediately when he’s done.” The sheriff’s tone brooked no argument.
Turning toward Treb, the sheriff asked in exasperation, “Why is it that every time you are around, people end up in the hospital, Treble Walker?”
“Must be my darling personality,” Treb answered. “What the hell was with that guy, Steve? I have never known anyone under your jurisdiction to be prejudice against anyone. You don’t run that kind of precinct.”
“He’s a newbie. I had my doubts about him, but figured I would keep an eye on his actions during his probation and then make a final decision. Guess I have my answer what kind of cop he is,” Steve admitted.
“Am I going to have another person after me out for revenge about something they think I’ve done, Steve?” Treb asked. He was getting real tired of the whole thing. At least when he killed the bad guys he had peace and quiet when he went home. This saving them for justice was turning out to be a pain in his ass. And neck. And side. And don’t forget his head, which was now pounding.
“I will personally see that he is officially reprimanded and out of the force. I’ve seen it over and over. Police officers like him start with prejudice and always go on to abuse their power one way or another. I will make sure he understands if he tries to retaliate what kind of men he would be up against, not only on my police force but the rescue team as well. Shit would really be hitting the fan if Cade was here.” Steve shuddered.
Damian chuckled. “You know when he gets back you’re going to be receiving a call.”
Running a hand through his hair, Steve sighed. “Don’t remind me.”
A short time later everyone had cleared out and now Damian and Treb were leaning back against the kitchen counter, eating Ms. Emma’s peanut butter cookies and drinking glasses of milk.
Treb looked over at Damian and asked, “When did you have time to put on a shirt and shoes?” He was still only wearing jeans.
“While you were going all Rambo down the staircase, I grabbed the bat and T-shirt by the bed. Then, when you followed that guy through the window, I slipped on shoes on the way out the back door.”
Damian looked over at his lover, taking in the long messy black hair hanging loose around his shoulders and down his back. The small scratch with the blood clotted around it on his neck gave testimony to how close he again had come to losing him. Treb was still shirtless, letting him feast on all that smooth skin covering defined muscles. He noted the almost-healed, shiny red knife wound on his left side. To Damian it didn’t take anything away from how gorgeous Treb’s body was. Damian’s eyes moved down to abs that held an eight pack, which Damian had more than once taken great pleasure in licking all the crevices outlining them. Loose jeans drooped, revealing hip bones that he absolutely loved nibbling on. The legs of the jeans were loose enough that he couldn’t see the muscled thighs or taut calves, but Damian knew they were there and how they rippled when he ran his hands over them. Treb’s feet were still bare. As feet went, they were as slender as the man, yet strong looking.
Looking back up to Treb’s dark, passion-filled eyes, for the first time out loud, he said what was in his heart. “I love you, Treble Michael Walker.”
Treb didn’t react with a squeal and throw himself into Damian’s arms. His eyes didn’t fill with tears and he didn’t return the words with a trembling voice. Not his hellion. No, he looked deeply into Damian’s eyes for a minute and then nodded his head and said, “I know. Let’s go take a shower.” And then he walked away.
It took Damian a moment to realize what had just happened. He had given Treb a very romantic moment and had told him what was in his heart and the man wanted to take a shower. With a shake of his head, he started following him to the bathroom, knowing that with Treble Walker he never knew what was going to happen next. And he wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.
Arriving at the bathroom, Damian stopped just inside of the doorway and held onto the frame. Damian could hear water running and steam was filling the large shower cubicle. Damian’s heart practically stopped at the sight of his lover bracing himself with one hand on the sink, bent over at the waist with his ass toward Damian. He could see two fingers shiny with lube pressing in and pulling out of his ass just the way Damian’s now straining cock wanted to do. He watched as those two fingers scissored, widening that hole enough to slip a third in.
Damian tore his clothes off, grabbed Treb by the hair, and pulled his head around enough for Damian to slam their lips together. He forced his tongue between those lips, tasting the peanut butter cookies Treb had just eaten. The kiss became a duel to see who could dominate. Damian’s alpha came out and he tightened his grip on Treb’s hair as he took over the kiss, pressing one of his own fingers in between the three in Treb’s ass, widening him even more.
The sexy sounds Treb started making only heightened Damian’s excitement. Letting go of Treb’s hair and pulling all of the fingers out of his ass, Damian grabbed the open tube sitting on the edge of the sink and greased up his cock. When it was slick enough, he reached for Treb again and pulled him up into his arms, wrapping his legs around his hips, and started walking them to the shower.
Treb was moaning like a slut. He couldn’t help it. He had wanted to give Damian a show when he had followed him into the bathroom and see how turned on he could make him. He must have succeeded because he was now being carried into the shower having been thoroughly dominated, which he someday might admit he secretly loved. The show wasn’t over as he felt the warm water from the showerhead on the ceiling rain down on him. Treb lifted his chin, letting the water soak through his hair cascading down his back. Damian moved his hands under his ass cheeks and lifted his whole body up then slowly brought him down on that velvet-over-iron hard cock. Pushing out to let him in, Treb started howling as that beloved cock split him open. Digging his fingers into Damian’s shoulders and using his leg muscles, he started riding it to paradise.
It didn’t take long for Treb to shoot steams of cum, painting Damian’s chest. By now he was groaning deeply at every jet that was pulled from his body, making him clamp down hard on that invading prick that was thrusting into him with such force his teeth were jarring together.
Then Damian’s lips and teeth fastened themselves to his neck, sucking and biting, marking him. That had Treb propelling into another orgasm that ripped screams of passion from his now hoarse throat. Damian stiffened and his hands left bruises on Treb’s ass as the hot liquid of his ecstasy filled his chute until it started dripping down the insides of his thighs.
Damian’s legs buckled and it took all of his will to slowly collapse onto the shower floor. He ended up leaning back against the wall with the water cascading over them. Treb was still impaled on his softening dick and he cuddled under his chin in full snuggle mode. Damian took a few moments to catch his breath and then grabbed the hair at the base of Treb’s neck and pulled his head back far enough to give him a kiss that he hoped transferred all the love he felt to the man who had become his whole life.
Slowly their lips parted and Treb looked up at him and smiled. “I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Jack’s house was rocking. It was a warm Sunday afternoon and he had opened all of the glass doors that made up one whole wall between his living room and the patio leading to the pool. The whole t
eam was present along with their partners. Of course Jack’s two baby girls had put in their appearance, everyone holding and playing with them. No one could resist those two precious girls. But then the three grannies, as Treb always referred to them, took them away to Mrs. Martien’s home so the men could relax and let some steam out.
Alex wasn’t a corner sitter like Treb. He didn’t have to be. Most of the time, for most of his life, he had been invisible. He had been told more than once that he would make a terrific assassin. He was one of those persons that people could sit next to, pass by on the street, or even have a conversation with and five minutes later they couldn’t describe him. He was average height at six feet. He wore loose baggy clothes, hiding the ripped body underneath. He had average brown hair and eyes. Nothing about him stood out and he had a long time ago come to terms with it. Mainly because of the family that made up the team and their partners. He could truthfully say he now was actually a pretty content man.
That couldn’t be said for another member of the team. Tony, the gorgeous Italian stud, looked frayed around the edges. He had brought Pip’s brother to the party. How they managed to sneak him here without the paparazzi catching wind of his travels was impressive. What wasn’t so impressive was how sad and unhappy they both looked. The baseball player was actually a really nice guy. He was Pip’s brother, after all. But Tony was his dirty little secret that could ruin a career which still had at least five more years left of it. And Tony could never live with himself if he had done anything to jeopardize it.
Alex could see that the affair was just about at the end. It probably had a little help accelerating to that conclusion when Treb had cornered Pip’s brother in the kitchen and explained how the guy was not going to disrespect Tony anymore and went on to describe how much pain he could administer with just a few motions of his hand. Damian and Cade had walked into the kitchen and assessed the situation, quickly stepping between the two men. Mostly so Pip’s brother’s career wouldn’t be ending prematurely due to injury.
Tony was also under a lot of strain getting his house ready for his cousin Leo DeLuca’s arrival. The famous chef from Chicago was due sometime in the next couple of weeks. Alex didn’t know all the particulars but it sounded like the guy needed to de-stress majorly. From some of the articles Alex had seen in the paper, the guy also needed a chastity belt. Alex would admit he himself could have a major jack off session just looking at the guy’s picture, but the guy was a man slut. Two, sometimes three, women or men or all of them at the same time, were reported to be partying with the guy every week. Many were very happy to kiss and tell all. Tony had admitted that at least two women, right now, were claiming to be carrying his children, and lawyers along with a lot of money were involved.
Alex knew the boss would never allow any major disruption to the team’s dynamics. If Leo didn’t get his head on straight fast everyone would be running for cover, even Treb, when the boss became angry. Thank goodness Alex was invisible and could easily stay out of that drama.
Alex relaxed back into the chaise lounge. Taking a sip of beer, letting the sun warm his body, he enjoyed watching Damian usher Treb into the water of the pool. No one would have bet money that any man might be able to even casually date Treb, much less put a ball and chain on him like Damian had. Everyone could see how smitten Treb was with the man. Alex had dropped his cup of coffee when he had seen the commitment inked on their fingers. Who would have thought?
So, except for Tony and himself, everyone was in a committed relationship. So far it hadn’t caused any negativity or problems in their team unity. Actually, Alex could admit the new additions had enhanced their family. Too bad he was invisible and would probably never have the gift of a solid committed relationship. He tried to tell himself he wasn’t having a “poor me” moment. He was just being a realist. With that conclusion he decided, when the party was over, he might just go home and jack off to that picture of Tony’s cousin hidden in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
THE END
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