Soulmate

by Erin M. Leaf

  Guy sucked in a breath as his emotions pinged against Theo’s senses. “Damn. You don’t play fair.”

  “No, I don’t.” Theo undid the top button of Guy’s jeans. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look in these?” He ran his thumb over Guy’s erection. The thin cotton of his boxer briefs didn’t do a damn thing to disguise the heat emanating from Guy’s arousal.

  Guy’s hips jerked. “These are my work pants. They have holes in the knees. They’re not sexy.” He gasped when Theo circled the tip of his cock with his fingers. “Jesus, Theo.” He swallowed, gripping the arms of his chair.

  “Yeah. Holes in the knees, plus an insanely fit body. And you have no idea at all how sexy you look. You’re the real deal, not some guy who spends all his time in the gym, and then buys designer jeans with strategically placed rips.” Theo leaned in and rubbed his cheek against Guy’s ripped abdomen.

  “I don’t have time to work out,” Guy gasped.

  Theo smiled, then reached into the boxers and drew out Guy’s deliciously hard cock. “Yeah, I know.” He leaned down and lick a circle around the head. Pre-cum welled from the tip, and Theo savored the taste. “God, you make me crazy.”

  Guy made a strangled sound. “I make you crazy? You’re the one sucking me off.”

  Theo looked up at his lover, then deliberately licked again. And again. “I’m not sucking yet. I’m licking.”

  “Oh, fuck. Stop teasing, Theo.” Guy sank his hands into Theo’s hair, but he didn’t push inside.

  Because he would never do that without my permission, Theo knew, and so he smiled and opened his mouth. “Go ahead. Fuck my mouth.”

  Guy groaned, and thrust in. Theo relaxed his throat, letting Guy do all the work.

  “Fuck, that’s … oh. Perfect,” Guy muttered, hips moving.

  Theo slid a hand down into Guy’s pants, fondling his balls. “Mmmm.”

  Guy groaned, then abruptly pulled out.

  Theo cocked an eyebrow at him as he licked his lips. He sensed Guy’s arousal, but he also knew it would be over way too soon if he kept deep-throating his lover like that.

  “Too much, too soon,” Guy panted. “I don’t want to come yet.”

  Theo stood up, grimacing as the movement shoved his too-hard cock against the front of his pants. He adjusted himself. “Upstairs?”

  Guy shook his head, and then he reached out and kissed Theo hard and deep. When Guy finally let him up for air, Theo found himself on the kitchen table. “What are you doing? Here? You want to fuck on the kitchen table?” He smirked. “Think of the children.”

  Guy laughed. “Jonathan is too busy with Rose these days to drop by unannounced, and you know it.” He shoved their mugs aside. “You make me nuts, Theo.” He grabbed at Theo’s pants and undid the button and zipper.

  “I like making you nuts.” Theo squirmed out of his clothes. “You know, anyone could walk in on us, here. There’s no door to the hallway.” He glanced over his shoulder. “I don’t sense anyone, but there’s no guarantee.”

  “I don’t think I care,” Guy muttered, voice full of promise. He helped Theo remove his shirt, and then took a step back.

  Theo shivered as he watched Guy undress. When his soulmate was finally nude, Theo had to swallow and grip his erection. Just the sight of Guy’s beautifully muscled body was enough to tip him over the edge. “I can feel your lust,” he said, just to rev Guy up. “You feel desperate. You’re making me desperate.” He bit his lip as a drop of pre-cum slid down his aching cock. He didn’t dare touch himself or he’d go off.

  Guy snorted, grabbing the olive oil from the counter. “You love it.”

  “I do.” Theo took the oil from his soulmate. “Watch me.” He opened the oil and drizzled some on his fingers, and then he lay back, legs spread. He rubbed at the ring of muscles, then pushed one inside. His cock twitched. He stared at Guy, not sure what he liked better: fingering himself or performing for his soulmate. He slid another finger inside.

  Guy’s eyes darkened. “Fuck.” His eyes went to Theo’s fingers.

  “This is for you,” Theo said, too impatient to go slow. He slid in a third finger, hissing through the burn. Even that felt good. He set the oil bottle down somewhere behind him, then stretched out. “Come on,” he said, still fingering himself. It felt so damn good, and even better because the weight of Guy’s arousal washed through his empathic senses. “Fuck me.” He still didn’t touch his erection. He’d never last if he did that. He forced himself to remove his fingers and sighed. “What are you waiting for?”

  Guy moved closer, then grabbed Theo’s wrists, pulling his arms up and pinning them to the tabletop. “You are a tease.”

  Theo shook his head. “No, I’m not. I’m a sure thing.” He tilted his hips. He knew what he wanted.

  Guy kissed him, hard and bruising, and then he shoved his thick cock all the way inside Theo with one hard thrust.

  “Oh, fuck,” Theo said, head going back. He felt like he was going to split in two, but Guy didn’t slow down. He pulled out and rammed back in again.

  “Take that,” Guy panted. “Take it.”

  Theo groaned as Guy bit his shoulder. His soulmate’s emotions were all over the place: aroused, frustrated, desperate. “God, Guy,” he said, fighting to free his wrists.

  Guy shook his head. “No.” He tightened his grip. “Just take it, Theo.”

  Theo nodded. “Okay. Give it to me.”

  Guy let go and grabbed Theo’s hips, thrusting hard and fast.

  Theo grabbed the edge of the table, keeping them from falling as Guy growled over him. “You drive me crazy,” he said.

  “Good,” Theo replied. Guy was fucking him harder than he’d ever been fucked, and when he hit Theo’s prostate, he shuddered, stifling the howl of pleasure rising in his throat. “Oh, God. Harder. Come on, Guy.”

  Guy grunted, slamming into him.

  Theo trembled. His cock bounced between them, and then suddenly, Guy shoved inside and that was it. Theo orgasmed so hard he saw stars. Guy groaned, hips stuttering, and then he leaned down, gripping Theo’s hips hard enough to hurt.

  “Fuck,” Guy muttered, and his hips jerked one last time.

  A flood of warmth spread through Theo. His empathy picked up Guy’s pleasure and shockingly, shoved another orgasm through him. His dick twitched feebly as wave after wave of heat rushed through his body. When Guy finally collapsed on top of him, Theo concentrated on breathing. His lover’s solid weight felt like home. He hugged Guy tightly, closing his eyes against the tears that threatened. I’m not going to cry. I’m happy, not sad, he told himself firmly.

  “Hey,” Guy said, a long time later.

  “Hey, yourself,” Theo replied, prying his fingers from Guy’s shoulders. His voice was rough.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Guy asked, looking down at him in concern.

  “Nope, but I wouldn’t care if you did.” Theo flexed his muscles, and they both shuddered when Guy’s softened cock slipped out. “Damn.” He grinned.

  Guy chuckled, standing up. “Yeah.” He gave Theo a hand.

  Theo swayed on his feet for a moment as residual pleasure sparked through him, and then he looked down and surveyed the damage. “That’s a hell of a mess.” He swiped at the jizz coating his chest. It didn’t do any good. He just smeared it around.

  “It was damn well worth it,” Guy said, grabbing a towel from the cabinet. “Here.” He tossed it at Theo.

  Theo caught it, then laughed. “This little bitty thing isn’t going to help, Guy.” He put it on the table. “Come on. Shower time.”

  Guy smirked. “I don’t mind a little mess.”

  Theo rolled his eyes. “You’re disgusting.”

  “If I am, so are you,” Guy quipped, and followed him upstairs. When they’d finished washing, Theo pulled on a soft pair of sweats and lounged on the bed. “Will you close up the shop for the day?”

  “Already did,” Guy said, joining him on the bed. He hadn’t bothered to dress, and hi
s loose cock distracted Theo for a moment, but then the meaning of Guy’s words settled.

  “Wait. You already closed the shop?” Theo swatted him. “You told me you only had a short break.”

  “I lied.” Guy grabbed Theo and wrestled him into a hug. “I didn’t really want to work anymore today,” he murmured into the nape of Theo’s neck.

  Theo sensed the contentment Guy felt. It went bone deep. “Good,” he murmured, letting his soulmate’s warmth relax him. He yawned. “There will be time enough tomorrow to deal with any crisis.”

  “You’re the one who has to deal with crises,” Guy said softly. “You’re the Council Head. All I have to do is Craft soulmate rings. That’s easy compared to your responsibilities.”

  Theo shrugged, sleepy. “I’ll just take it one day at a time.” He lifted his head and gave Guy a kiss. “And I have a brilliant soulmate to lean on when things get crazy.”

  Guy smiled. “Yeah. You know it.”

  “I know it. You know it.” Theo settled back down. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too,” Guy said.

  Theo smiled, and let his joy follow him into sleep.

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  THE NULLIFIER

  The Criminals, 1

  Erin M. Leaf

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  “I’m too old for this shit,” Felix Zamaro muttered, setting down his binoculars. He rubbed his eyes, wishing he’d managed more than four hours of sleep last night. He peered through the open window tiredly. His target loitered at an outdoor café across the street drinking his sixth cup of coffee, two floors below the apartment building in which Felix currently sat. How the hell could one guy drink so much caffeine? Felix didn’t get it. If he did that, he’d be fucking pissing every half hour.

  He picked up his binoculars and resumed staring at the man currently on the top of his to-off list. He hated this part of the job—the constant surveillance really fucked with his mood these days. Didn’t matter if it was sunny or rainy or fucking three below. The boredom really got to him. It hadn’t always been this bad. He wasn’t a man given to strong emotions, but he remembered enjoying the chase just a bit more when he’d first gotten into this business. That sense of satisfaction had long worn off. Now it was just a job, and a tedious one, at that.

  The guy finally waved down a waiter for his check, and Felix breathed out a sigh of relief. “Fucking finally.” He had no idea why the contract stipulated the man had to be taken out at this particular café, and he didn’t much care as long as the money went into his account in a timely fashion. He squinted down at the mark. The guy’s hair had fluffed up in the slight breeze. He’d have to take the wind into consideration when shooting, but that was nothing new.

  He exchanged his binoculars for his Ruger M77. He’d been using this type of rifle for so long, he didn’t even have to think about what to do with his hands. It slid into position on his shoulder almost automatically, and when he squeezed the trigger, his target went down in a fraction of a second. Felix stood up and stepped back from the peeling windowsill, already shoving the rifle into its soft case. He scanned the room for any stray speck of evidence, then grunted in satisfaction. As per his usual, the place held no sign of his presence. The occupants of this grimy apartment would never even know he’d been here.

  At least not until the police come knocking on their door, looking for a killer, he thought, resetting their deadbolt with his lockpicks. He walked down the hall of the apartment building at a normal pace. He felt no guilt over what they’d go through. There was enough drug paraphernalia in their nasty little place to choke a horse and his rider. The people that lived there deserved everything that would happen to them. He looked at the elevator, then decided to take the stairs. He needed the physical exertion after all the sitting around. He pushed open the door, then peeled off his gloves and shoved them into his pockets. When he reached the ground floor, he opened the outer door with his hip, careful not to touch anything with his bare hands.

  “And that’s three frigging days of my life I’ll never get back,” he said under his breath, readjusting his bag on his shoulder. He spared a glance for the commotion across the street, ducking his head so the security camera on the corner wouldn’t get a good bead on him. The bullet they’d find in the guy’s head would be completely unremarkable: it was one of the most common rounds used worldwide. His rifle wasn’t expensive, either, and could be easily replaced, and therefore not easily traced. In fact, he’d replaced it several times over the past twenty years. He didn’t get attached to his equipment, not like some people did. No sense in it.

  Two and a half hours later, after traveling out of the city and dropping off his gear at his storage unit, he entered the small mini mart near his latest house rental, looking for something quick and easy to eat for dinner. They had decent sandwiches and coffee. He’d only lived here six months, and he’d be moving on soon, but even so, he recognized the cashier. She smiled at him, and he nodded, friendly and unassuming. It wouldn’t do to get pegged as a loner creep. Two shoppers on their way out, an old lady and her husband, took no note of him as he walked through the store, which was just how he liked it. He decided to fill up the tank on his pickup while he was there, and headed toward the rear refrigerators to get his dinner first. The rattle of the bell over the door told him some new people had entered, and he automatically checked the exits at the rear of the store. It wouldn’t do to get lazy. When he turned around, hands full of turkey salad on rye, he cursed under his breath. A stupid young punk had a gun pointed at the forehead of the girl behind the counter.

  “Empty the drawer and no one gets hurt.” The guy looked around nervously, hoodie falling half off his head. He shoved it back up impatiently, red shot eyes bright with adrenaline and some other illegal substance.

  Felix put his sandwich down on the shelf holding bright rows of chip bags. He didn’t have any weapons on him except his pocketknife. He didn’t like to carry when he wasn’t working because men with guns had a tendency to use them, and he didn’t need the temptation or the hassle. He eased forward. The idiot with the pistol couldn’t see him from this angle. Just as he reached the end of the row of snack foods, he noticed another guy with a shotgun. Felix’s stomach growled, and he pressed his lips together. He wanted his dinner. He wanted to fill up his damn gas tank. He did not want to be dicking around with two loser punks in a mini mart. What a clusterfuck, he thought, irritated.

  “Hurry up,” the one with the shotgun growled, swinging it around. “We don’t got all night.”

  Felix narrowed his eyes. Mr. Shotgun didn’t have a fucking clue what he was doing with his equipment. Didn’t even have the safety off. He wasn’t sure if he felt more annoyed at the lack of professionalism, or at the amount of time it was going to take to deal with this bullshit. He edged forward, eyes on the robber with the shotgun. The moment he rounded the end cap, the guy would see him, so he’d have to act fast. Sobs from the cashier told him that she wasn’t too happy at the way her night was going, either. He paused and centered himself, pushing away the fatigue of a long, boring day. Just as he was about to crouch down and take out shotgun guy, the front door opened.

  “Fuck.” His options suddenly narrowed, Felix rushed forward, grabbing the shotgun and wrestling it out of the man’s grip. He reversed it, then clubbed the asshole over the head. The guy staggered, but didn’t go down. “Stupid ox.” He tossed the shotgun down the aisle, and it skittered under the rear refrigerators as he blocked a wild throw to his face. From t
he corner of his eye, he saw the man who’d opened the front door freeze, eyes wide. “Gonna be collateral fucking damage if he doesn’t move,” Felix muttered, grunting when Mr. Shotgun managed to land a punch on his hip. “Stupid.” Twisting, he swung cupped hands at the man’s head, and Mr. Shotgun screamed as his eardrums burst. He went down, writhing in pain.

  A shot rang out and glass shattered, but Felix was already moving. He grabbed the guy with the smoking handgun in one swift move. Two seconds later the robber had a fractured wrist, and Felix was breaking down the gun into pieces. He put them on the counter in front of the sobbing cashier. Mr. Handgun slumped to the floor, holding his wrist and moaning.

  “Jesus. Shut the fuck up. You’re not dead,” Felix said, shoving at the punk’s thigh with the tip of his boot. “It’s just a simple fracture.”

  The guy blinked, but he shut his mouth once he got a good look at the annoyance on Felix’s face.

  “Oh my God,” the cashier said, trembling and staring at man on the floor. “Oh my God.” She gripped the counter as if that was the only thing holding her upright.

  And maybe it is, Felix thought, exasperated. “You’re all right. It’s all over,” he told her, tossing the magazine of the robber’s weapon onto the counter. “Call nine-one-one,” he told the girl, and then he turned to the front door. The man coming in hadn’t moved. Felix let his eyes catalogue the guy: jeans, a soft pullover sweater, keys in hand. No weapons. Shaggy blond hair falling across his forehead, blue eyes. Broken glass all around him. Good looking. Not a threat.

  Felix turned back to the cashier. “Did you call the cops?”

  She hiccupped, shaking her head. “What?” Mascara ran down her face in thick black streaks.