Marking What's Mine (A Marksman's Tale Book 1)

by Gianni Holmes

  Marking What’s Mine

  A Marksman Novel

  Gianni Holmes

  Cover Artist: Aspen Denita

  Editing & Proofreading by Barb Ingram

  Marking What’s Mine © Gianni Holmes

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  This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic, in whole or in part, without expressed written permission. This is excluding brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental in nature.

  Warning

  This book contains material that is intended for a mature adult audience. It contains graphic language and sexual content that is not suitable for anyone below the age of 18.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lane’s Return: Excerpt (A Halloween Special)

  Other Books

  About the Author

  Youth has no age.

  Pablo Picasso

  Chapter One

  Fuck. I need to get the hell out of here now. Immobilized by the flashing lights, the packed room of gyrating bodies, and the screams, I felt the sweat beading my back. I’d thought I was done with the panic attacks that crept up on me when I least expected it. I couldn’t afford in my line of a job to be hit unexpectedly by a condition that left my mind crippled. I was stronger than this. I would not let fear inundate me.

  A piercing shriek jerked me back to the present and reminded me of where I was.

  “Gay club. Gay club,” I repeated the words to myself. Although I couldn’t hear them because I was deafened by the loud music and the shouting and screaming in the club, my mouth forming the words comforted me a little. Slowly I felt myself coming out of my comatose state to take in my surroundings. Who knew that after four years the death of my partner still bothered me when I least expected it? Most days I was fine. I went for weeks, months without its memory riding my ass, but then there were times like today when I remembered.

  Someone bumped into me. My reflex was fast as I spun and grabbed the man by his shirt, prepared to slam my elbow into his nose and cause a bloody mess.

  “Hey man, it was an accident,” the frightened guy cried, trying to shield his face from the punch.

  Seeing the fear in his eyes, I let him go. “Sorry, you startled me,” I apologized to him. Not only had I grabbed him, ready to bloody his nose, but he must have been intimidated by my size as well. Bigger and taller than most men, the term Captain Hulk hadn’t been idly given to me by members of my team.

  I groaned and passed a hand over my face. Oh fuck, what was I doing here? It had been a mistake for me to think I could distract myself by coming here to the club. On other nights when I felt haunted by the old nightmares this would have worked. I never danced. I was too old for that shit. But, I’d sit in one of the booths and watch the go-go boys dance on the stage, stripping down to their tiny G-Strings. Sooner than later one of the said boys would offer me a lap dance. I would take it, then him behind the bar and have him suck me off. If I were really in a bad mood I’d tip him extra to swallow. I never fucked them, even when I wanted to. I reserved that special for another guest just like myself looking to have a good time at the club.

  To afford some amount of anonymity, I drove all the way to a gay bar in the nearest city. The last thing I wanted was for someone from my own town or unit to find me, the Captain of the Charlestown Police Department, sticking paper notes into a pretty boy’s thong. I could already see how that would turn out. While I hadn’t hidden it from my team that I was gay, there were still some things they didn’t need to know. My penchant for loose guys who would sleep with anyone was my dirty secret.

  “Hey, there, you okay? You look a little shaken.”

  I turned at the unexpected voice to tell the man who had interrupted my thoughts to fuck off. That was the kind of mood I was in, not the polite kind. My mouth never formed the words as my eyes met with an unusual set of green ones that stared back at me with kindness and interest. Without saying anything to him, I looked him up and down to determine if he would do for the night. My jerking cock already made its assessment and found him more than acceptable.

  The guy was broad and big in stature though not nearly as big as me. He was all solid muscles, his shoulders filled out just right. Dressed in jeans that molded his thick thighs and a body-hugging T-shirt, my mouth went dry. I was salivating as my mind ran wild, thinking of the package that awaited me beneath those clothes. Tight buns. I bet he had very tight buns. I would drop a couple hundred just to see that. Naked. Spread. Oiled. Spanked. I'd given myself a boner just thinking about him.

  Despite the maturity of his body which spoke to time well-spent in the gym, his face looked quite young. I would guess him to be in his mid-twenties, a little younger than I usually wanted my men considering I was at the ripe old age of forty. Even as I observed him openly, his face flushed under my scrutiny, or maybe it was from the heat in the club. I was quite sure it was the former. He was handsome, high cheekbones, his nose slightly crooked and lips perfect for kissing. Or sucking on my cock. The bottom lip was fuller than the top, forming a perfect pout that I would love to have settle over my cock while I grabbed his head and made him gag. I’d love to hear the sound he made gagging.

  “Sir, I asked if you were okay,” he repeated, his face turning an even brighter shade of red. Was he inexperienced? I didn’t expect a virgin to be at this club. It was notorious for picking up men, and I’d picked up my fair share here. It was the best opportunity for nothing but raw sex, a good fuck that didn’t demand a relationship or explanation the next morning. Drama free. Just the way I liked my life.

  “It’s Connor, not sir,” I told him, even though I would have liked to have him moan sir in the bedroom. I had the impression the kid was being polite, but his politeness made me feel old. “What’s your name?” I asked him.

  He glanced away from me in an adorable manner. He looked a little scared like he wanted to run, but at the same time, he was as pulled to me as I was to him. We both wanted each other, and the sexual chemistry bouncing between us was hotter than anything I had experienced in a long time.

  “You can call me Mac,” he replied and extended a hand for me to shake. I scowled at it but before he could pull back, I grasped it and with one jerk of my hand pulled him closer to me. Usually, I hated people invading my personal space, but I was known to make a few exceptions. One was badly needed tonight.

  “Mac, can I buy you a drink?”

  He nodded. “Sure.”

  I didn’t release his hand because I was afraid he would run off, and there was no way I was letting him out of my sight tonight. I wasn’t peculiar when it came to my taste in men. I didn’t care if they were skinny or a little on the chubby side. I’d fucked them in all shapes and colors, but tonight Mac was exactly what I needed. One of the slender go-go boys couldn’t take the pounding lust that I had to unleash tonight. Mac was just the right size to not crumble while I brought us both to see Led Ze
ppelin on the stairway to heaven.

  At the bar, we ordered, and I indicated a table in one corner, away from the blaring speakers where at least we would have a better time of hearing each other. Once we were seated, our knees bumped, and he jerked a little.

  “Are you gay?” I asked him, cutting to the chase. There was no need for me to waste my time with this guy if he was simply curious and was likely to chicken out on me later.

  He nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Out?”

  He nodded again. “Yeah, I am.” He turned his beer to his lips and I allowed him to drink, watching the way those succulent lips of his rested against the mouth.

  “Why are you so nervous?” I continued my interrogation, taking a swig of my own beer. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

  He shook his head. “God, no! I’ve just never-never been to a gay bar before.”

  I blinked at him in surprise. “You’re not from around here then.”

  “Nah, just moved here. New job opportunity and all. I come from a small town you’ve probably never heard of before.”

  I let it at that because I truly had no interest in where he was from. All I was interested in was where we were going for the night. I had rented a room at the hotel closest to the bar and hoped we would be heading in that direction soon.

  “I want to fuck you,” I told him, never taking my eyes from his face to see his reaction. I could have been gentler and eased him into it, but quite frankly I didn’t want to. I wasn’t in the mood for coyness and flirtation. Plus, I wanted to know how he would respond to that.

  He glanced down at the table that separated us. His grip on the beer bottle was so hard it was a surprise he didn’t break the bottle. His fingernails were clean, nicely cut and generally indicated good personal hygiene. I liked that. If he took care of his hands, chances were that he took overall great care of his body.

  “I know,” he answered so softly I almost didn’t hear him. Then he raised his eyes and for the first time stared back into my eyes. The excitement and need I saw in them had my heart pounding.

  “I don’t mean just a blowjob at the back of this club,” I spelled it out for him. “I mean taking you back to my hotel and fucking your ass hard until we both come.”

  He groaned but didn’t look away. Good, he was growing a pair or maybe this was his way of picking up men? A sweet innocent look at first then he showed his true colors. Regardless of what it was, I didn’t care. The only answer I wanted from him was one of consent.

  “I want it too.”

  Bingo.

  Chapter Two

  “This is your chance to back out,” I told Mac as I parked my Ford in the empty parking spot closest to the entrance. My hands shook a little as I switched off the ignition. Damn, I can’t believe he had agreed to come back to my hotel with me. My cock was so hard, and I needed to calm down before I prematurely spilled my load. I had no plans to do that until I had my fill of him.

  “I’m not going to back out,” he said and turned toward me in the vehicle. “Are you?”

  The cocky kid even raised an eyebrow at me as though he was really waiting for my answer. A chuckle rumbled from my chest, and I crooked a finger at him. “Come over here, will ya?”

  He unbuckled his seatbelt as bold as you pleased and shuffled closer to my side of the truck. I had a change of plans. I could still afford two climaxes in one night, especially the way I wanted to fuck him so badly. I wanted to see what he was capable of.

  “Yeah, what now?”

  “How old are you?” I asked, knowing he was over the age of consent but still wanting to know exactly by how much.

  “Twenty-three,” he answered. Damn, younger than I had guessed.

  “Unbuckle me and show me what you can do.”

  He paused and glanced around the parking lot of the hotel. “Here?”

  I nodded. “My windows are tinted. No one can see.”

  Satisfied with my explanation, he reached for the front of my jeans. I held my excited breath and waited for him to have the flap parted. I almost missed his hesitation before he peeled back the front of my boxers, and my long thick cock jutted out.

  “Fuck!” he exploded and glanced up at my grinning face. Ego was a helluva thing, but in this case, I would like to think I was entitled to feeling a little smug. I had been one of the lucky ones, and I wasn’t complaining. If a guy couldn’t take it all, I worked with what he could, and if he was experienced enough for his ass to swallow my cock whole, even better.

  “Can you manage it?” I teased him, thrusting with my hips.

  In response, he wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and rested his plump lips on the head. He didn’t take me inside, neither did he suck. With the pillowy softness of his lips pressed up against my cock, he let loose a stream of saliva to run down the sides. Wanting a better look, I reached up to the roof of the truck and switched on the light. The soft glow revealed his thick dark brown head bent over my cock.

  With his hand, he smeared the saliva down my shaft. I sucked in a deep breath at his hand rubbing up and down my length. He opened his mouth then, just a little, and sucked at the tip. He moaned and continued sucking the crown while my ass clenched. Fuck, he was good at this.

  He swathed the head of my dick with his tongue before fitting my girth into his mouth. His lips stretched in almost a comical way, except there was nothing funny about the way shivers ran up and down my spine as he took me deeper into his mouth, inch by inch. By the time he got to mid-shaft, his lips were as wide as they could be opened.

  “Suck it,” I hissed between my teeth. “Move your mouth, Mac.”

  He did, slowly at first, his lips trailing up and down my shaft. Every so often he would completely release my cock to swallow before devouring again. As he got accustomed to both my length and girth, his head bobbed faster, and he swallowed more of my length.

  “Oh shit, yes!” I moaned, slipping my fingers into his hair. I cupped the back of his head to keep him steady while I swiftly thrust upward. Fuck, there was that gagging sound I loved to hear. After keeping his head pressed downward for a few seconds, I finally released, and he pulled back, gasping for air.

  While he recuperated, dragging deep breaths into his lungs, his hand moved up and down my shaft, massaging me. I grabbed him by the head again and pushed him down toward my shaft. He opened his lips, and I slid in neatly, groaning at the light scrape of his teeth over my sensitive flesh. Usually, I preferred no teeth but that felt good just now.

  I released him and allowed him to set the pace while he sucked on my cock, moaning like he was enjoying it as much as I was. It was obvious despite his earlier shyness he was no novice to this. I ran my hands over his shoulders, massaging them and kneading the muscles. God, he felt good. I bet he would feel even better on his knees before me spreading his cheeks. Or on top of me, riding my cock while his stiff dick begged for some attention. Or on his back in missionary, my arms wrapped around his neck as I slowly worked my length into his body while staring into those unusual green eyes. Fuck, he would feel good with me inside him regardless of the position.

  “Hmm,” he moaned, the vibrations from the sounds he was making massaging my cock.

  I closed my eyes and flung my head back, hearing my own grunts and pants in the closed confines of the car. Mac reached for the waistband of my jeans and pushed down to reveal more of my cock.

  “You like it just like that, don’t you?” I asked him, as he eased back to stare at my erection once more. He was almost drooling, and I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he, like me, already imagining my cock piercing through his rosebud?

  “Yeah, I’ve never taken anything quite like this before,” he admitted, but his voice held awe. “I mean mine is not anything to scoff at either but this…I want it.”

  I got the sense that he didn’t mean he wanted a cock like mine, but rather wanted it to own him. Before I could confirm how much I was looking forward to giving it to him, he leaned fo
rward again and took my cock into his mouth. He worshipped my cock with his lips, tongue, and just the slight nip of teeth. With one hand, he cupped my balls and had a field day playing with them.

  He was a tidy sucker which I liked. He wasn’t drooling all over my lap and making a mess of things. That shit looked good in porn but ruined stuff. I didn’t want to walk into the hotel with drool soaking the front of my pants or having to clean up my truck later.

  His lips pulled at my cock while he sucked with his jaw, and I lost all coherent thoughts. The build-up of my climax had started, and my breathing turned louder, harsher.

  “Fuck, Mac, those lips, honey.” The endearment tripped off my tongue, something I never did, but at that moment felt perfect. I would likely be embarrassed by it later, but I was too preoccupied with the climax lurking on the edge to worry about it.

  I fumbled with the lever at the bottom of my seat and eased it as far back as it could go to give him more room to maneuver. He grunted in satisfaction, and I slipped my hands behind his head, interlocking my fingers.

  “Look at me,” I barked at him, and he glanced up in surprise. His eyes bore into mine. A flush spread over his cheeks. Damn, but he was pretty when he blushed. He didn’t release my gaze though but kept his eyes focused on mine while I thrust upward. He gagged but still didn’t release his breath. I fucked his mouth, at irregular intervals pushing almost all my cock down his throat. He was a fast learner, adjusting to the foreign object sliding down his throat, and he didn’t gag as often. The sound of my cock hitting the saliva-coated back of his throat was just what I needed.

  My ass clenched, my balls tightened into my body, and I stiffened, holding his head fastened to my cock. His eyes widened in wonder as I spurted an impressive load into his mouth.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed and released his head, my hands falling away. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a release like that. As I watched him to see what he would do, he swallowed and licked the thin trickle of cum at the corner of his mouth, not wasting a drop.