by H Q Kingsley
He let go of my hair, and I lunged back in for his cock, licking up the mess that coated it from my mouth and sucking him back down into my throat.
I didn't even use my hands, working my way down his shaft until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I bobbed my head, sucking him lightly, hollowing my cheeks to make sure he felt every sensation, and then I went all the way down again, holding him there until was desperate for air.
The sounds of his ragged breathing and my wet gulping noises filled the small space, and for once, Patrick was quiet, just taking it in and letting me blow him. His fingers found their way back into my hair, but he didn't hold me still, instead letting me keep going.
Maybe he just needed something to hold onto.
I used my free hand to play with his balls, rolling them in my palm while my mouth was busy, and when Patrick swore hotly above me, I knew he was close.
There was a kind of power in this, even if I was the one on my knees. I had his balls in my hand and his cock in my mouth, and I was the one who was about to make him lose all that composure and shoot his load down my throat.
He might have been in charge for the most part, but I was the one who was going to make him come for me, and I felt proud of that. Not bad for someone who'd been out of the game for a while.
"Fuck," Patrick cursed. "Goddamn, fuck. You better swallow all of it."
I pushed forward, letting him settle in my throat once more, and I could feel the pulses travel up his cock as he came, shooting spurts of his hot cum down my throat. I pulled back, letting some of it coat my tongue, sucking the last remnants out of his cock and then sitting back on my heels to open my mouth and show him the mess he'd made before I swallowed it all down.
My heart raced, and a part of me couldn't believe I'd done something like that. A bigger part of me wanted to go home and jack off to the memory of it, so maybe it all evened out.
13
Patrick
As soon as the haze of pleasure cleared, I immediately felt guilty. It had been damned good, but Skylar was my brother's boyfriend or whatever, and I wasn't supposed to be messing around with him.
I wiped my cock off with my hand and tucked it away, turning away from him so I wouldn't have to see his swollen, pink lips and think about what we'd just done.
"You need to get out of here," I said, letting coldness creep back into my voice. "I'll call you when I need you."
"Okay," he said, sounding a little confused and a lot wrecked, but he got up off of his knees and left.
I let out a shuddering breath once I was alone, rubbing my hands over my face. I paced the length of the boat house, wondering what the fuck had come over me.
I didn't approve of my brother's neediness and the way he was so desperate for someone to be with, but I'd never done anything like that before. I'd never had one of his boyfriends on his knees, with my cock halfway down his throat. I shouldn't have done it, and I definitely shouldn't have already been thinking about how I wanted his mouth on me again.
This was so fucking stupid. I had to get a grip on myself. I didn't do stuff like this. This wasn't who I was. I wasn't the guy who lost control of myself for a pair of big blue eyes and a cute smile. That was my brother's job, and I always gave him shit for it.
Getting too involved could ruin everything, and I was always telling Paddox that. I wasn't going to fuck everything up because of a little good head. I could get head from whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, but I chose not to because I had other priorities.
I ignored the voice in the back of my head that reminded me it was better than just good. It had been amazing head, if I was honest, but that didn't matter.
I had shit to do.
One of our biggest shipments ever was coming in soon, and I had to be ready for it. I had to make sure everyone else was ready for it, too. With something like that, we were going to make our hold on the city even harder to shake. No one would be able to take us down, and I wasn’t going to let anything fuck that up.
Nothing else was more important that being on top. My brother and I had spent too long scrimping and saving and fighting to claw our way up from nothing. We had power and money and a reputation to live up to, and nobody was important enough to get in the way of that. I just had to remember what we were doing this for and what mattered, and everything would be okay.
The next day I was back at the warehouse. There was too much to do for me to lose focus. I talked to the men, telling them to move out old supply and make room for the new, making sure they knew how important this pick up was going to be. If anyone fucked it up, they would have to deal with me. I made that perfectly clear, and no one needed an explanation of what that meant. I had a reputation for being a hard ass for a reason.
I was in the middle of going over a list of inventory when Paddox came storming in, looking like something had crawled up his ass and died.
"What?" I asked, glancing at him and then going back to my list.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing digging around in Skylar's life?" he demanded.
I rolled my eyes. "I needed to know."
"No the fuck you didn't. You could have just minded your own goddamn business for once. Why can't you just let me have this?"
Once again, it was hard not to just lash out at him. There was so much I could say about his little boyfriend, but that would just make things worse. I was tired of fighting with Paddox, and I had more important things to do than argue with him about Skylar.
"Just let it go, Paddox," I said firmly. "He's not worth the trouble."
He frowned, looking at me more closely. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," I replied. "Drop it."
The last thing I wanted to do was tell my brother than his 'boyfriend' had sucked my cock in a boat house. More than that, he'd let me fuck his throat and then went down on me like he was getting paid for it. It would crush him, and I didn't want to be the one to do that to him.
I didn't even want to think about it at all, honestly. I'd made up my mind that I was going to pretend like it never happened because that was the easiest way to move on.
There was too much to do, too much at stake, and I needed everyone to be focused. That included Paddox and Skylar.
Skylar himself showed up a little bit later, and I watched him walk in, zoning out right in the middle of a conversation with one of the slingers about upping prices in one area of the city.
He wasn't even anything special. Just standing there in a t-shirt and some jeans that were too tight for his own good, showing off that ass.
I hadn't gotten to do more than touch it through his jeans the night before, but I was willing to bet it was as tight as it looked.
Paddox knew, though, and I had to forcefully stamp out the little bubble of jealousy that popped up in my chest.
No. That wasn't me. That wasn't how I did shit.
Whatever else he was, Skylar had the potential to be a badass security guard. He hadn't lost a fight yet, even when he was outnumbered, and if it turned out I could trust him, I was going to need him. Especially with how the new shipment was going to paint a big ass target on us for the bottom feeders who wanted a chance at the top.
I couldn't fuck that up because I was horny. The business always had to come first. Paddox seemed like he'd forgotten that, but I hadn't. If we let things start slipping, someone would come along and take it from us, and I wasn't going to let that happen.
If there was one thing I was good at, it was freezing someone out when I wanted to, so when Skylar came over to greet me, I barely looked at him, nodding and shooing him off to go help someone move shit.
I didn't make eye contact or even speak to him while we all worked, and I could feel him glancing at me every so often, like he was trying to figure it out.
Paddox was looking at me, too, but his look was more sullen and upset, and I finally sighed and went over to talk to him.
"Look," I said. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't be in your business, a
nd I shouldn't talk to you the way I have been. I'm stressed the fuck out because we've got the biggest shipment we've ever had coming in tomorrow, and I feel like I'm doing this shit by myself lately."
He sighed, and I was surprised to see he actually looked like he felt guilty. "Yeah, I know," he said. "We really need to talk at some point."
I nodded because he was right. Things had been out of balance with us for a while, but this wasn't the time to try and fix that. "We will," I promised. "Once this all goes down, we'll have time to hash it all out. But for right now, can you just forgive me and get with the program? We gotta be on the same page about this, Paddox. Otherwise we're fucked."
He looked at me and then his eyes strayed to where Skylar was lifting a box, arms bulging a bit as he carried over to put down out of the way. I felt frustrated that neither of us could keep our eyes off of him.
"Paddox," I said firmly, trying to snap him back to the task at hand.
Finally he nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'm with you. You know that. Just stay out of stuff with me and Skylar, okay?"
"Fine," I said. "Done. Consider me out of it."
Paddox snorted, and I could tell he didn't really believe me, but that was fine. For the moment, I just needed him to focus. Nothing could stop the two of us when we were at our best, and we needed to be at our best for this.
I hadn't stopped feeling like something was coming, but if Paddox was on my side, we could handle it.
I grabbed the map of the docks that we kept in the warehouse and pulled Paddox over to it, showing him the plan I'd been working out.
"Okay," I said. "We're going to have to move fast and smart to get this taken care of. We don't need any slip ups."
"When do we ever have slip ups, Patrick?" Paddox asked me. "Everyone knows what you'll do to them if they fuck up."
He was right, and I'd thought it earlier myself, but there was no harm in being smart about shit. I gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes but made a show of looking back at the map.
"I want you here," I said, pointing right to the main dock where the shipment would be coming in, unloaded with a bunch of other stuff. "You and Skylar. If anyone starts anything, I trust you two to be able to handle it."
I trusted Paddox to be able to handle it, and Skylar could fight his way out if it was necessary. I'd gone over that a few times in my own head, wondering if it was smart to put the two of them together. If something went down, they'd have each other's backs, but they could also distract each other.
I'd put someone out there to watch them, maybe, just to be on the safe side, but I needed my best people in the prime spot.
"Everything gets checked before it gets loaded into the vans," I said. "I'll be handling that with a couple others. If we play it right, it's smooth and we get back here and start sending shit out in a couple days. I've got all the usual people ready for it."
Paddox nodded. "Sounds like a plan. You thought of everything."
I could only hope he was right.
He wandered off to go check on something, and I got lost in my own work for a couple hours. The warehouse was alive with activity, and I loved it. I felt like I was watching a swarm of ants building up our empire, and it was all coming together. I stood on the catwalk and watched the coming and going of boxes and people and then caught sight of Paddox taking a box from Skylar and setting it aside.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Skylar laughed, and Paddox looked like he was practically fucking swooning.
Anger and jealousy burned in the pit of my stomach, and I hated it. Why did I care so much about what they did? It shouldn't matter to me because Skylar shouldn't matter to me. It wasn't like I hadn't had my dick sucked before, and it wasn't like Paddox hadn't had a boyfriend before. Nothing about the situation should have been any different.
Paddox leaned in, cupping Skylar's face gently and then brushed a kiss over his mouth, which he eagerly returned, pressing closer to Paddox's chest.
They were both smiling, and I clenched my fingers around the rail of the catwalk and headed for the stairs to break it the fuck up and tell them to play grab ass on their own time. Apparently, I was the only one around with any sense of what needed to be done.
14
Skylar
I couldn't shake the guilt I felt over blowing Patrick that night at the docks. Every time I had to be near him, all I could think about was his fingers in my hair and the way he'd forced his cock down my throat, holding me in place and making me take everything he wanted to give me. I also remembered how much I’d wanted it, which only made the guilt worse because I couldn’t even pretend like he’d just used me and I’d been along for the ride. I had definitely been an active participant in what had happened that night.
Of course, every time I so much as glanced at him, he was looking away or glaring at me, all hard-eyed and not in the mood to talk about it, clearly. Maybe it hadn't meant anything to him. Maybe he did that to all the new recruits, to...I don't know. Flaunt his power or something. To prove he could.
I didn't know how much I believed that, but I knew he was pissing me off with how he didn't seem to care while I was obsessing and wracked with guilt.
I needed to get over it, clearly. If it wasn't a big deal to him, then it shouldn't have been a big deal to me. He wasn't going to tell Paddox, and even if he did, it would be fine.
None of this was real, I had to keep reminding myself. It was all for the job. Spending the day with Patrick had gotten me some good information, and instead of feeling like crap, I needed to be passing it on.
So I called a meeting with my handler and headed down to the bar to meet her, making triple sure no one was following me.
I didn't know if Patrick's stunt at the docks had helped ease his distrust or what, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I couldn't afford it, not when we were this close.
Kathleen was there, looking as bored and out of place as ever. No one looked our way as I settled into the booth across from her.
She flicked her eyes over me and raised an eyebrow. "You're still alive, good. I was wondering when you didn't check in the other night."
"I got held up," I said. "And I couldn't risk it." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it bothered me how easy it was becoming to feed people half truths so I could keep this up.
Kathleen peered at me for a second, but then leaned back in her seat like she really couldn't have cared less either way. That was one of the nicer things about her. She didn't pry. As long as I showed up with information, then she didn't care what else I was doing.
She'd told me to be careful, and I wasn't listening to her advice at all anymore, but she didn't need to know that.
"So what have you got for me?" she asked, and I pulled out the notes I'd taken after the meetings with Patrick, scribbled down.
That was another point of shame. I should have gone straight back to my apartment and written it all down, but instead I'd not only blown Patrick, but then I'd gone home and jacked off in the shower thinking about it before I even sat down to write everything up.
It was getting harder and harder to recognize myself the longer I was doing the job, but I'd gotten it done, and that was what mattered.
I'd keep telling myself that for as long as I needed to.
"They've got a big shipment coming in," I told her. "Tomorrow. It's going to be the biggest one they've ever had if Tic is to be believed, and I don't think he jokes about stuff like that."
She gave me a strange look but then motioned for me to continue.
I laid out the plan that Patrick had laid out to us, telling her where everyone would be and what time they were expected to be there. I gave her the names and addresses of the movers we'd talked to, pointing out the pawn shops and the drug dealers and handing over a list of corrupt cops I thought were probably involved.
"They patrol that area," I said, pointing to the crude little map I'd drawn. "And somehow they never noticed people leaving that shop with assault weapons and cocaine. There ha
s to be a reason for that."
Kathleen sighed, but nodded. "You're probably right. We'll keep an eye on it, and I'll get this information to the Chief ASAP." She gave me one of her rare smiles, folding her arms in front of her. "You did good work, Phillips. I wasn't expecting you to get this much, but you managed to do it somehow. You got them to trust you and kept your head. I'm impressed. The Chief is too."
There was a time when her praise would have meant everything to me, and it felt like a long time ago that I was that eager rookie who would do whatever it took to crack this case open.
In the end, I had done whatever it took, but I wasn't proud of it like I should have been.
"Do you think the sting can be set up in time?" I asked her drumming my fingers on the table.
"Yeah, I think so. We've felt like you were close for a while now, so we have some stuff in place. Chief will work us all overtime to catch the Twins, you know that."
I did know that. "Great," I said, forcing a smile.
"Just think," she told me. "Pretty soon this'll all be over and you can go back to your life. Should be easy since you weren't under for that long."
And then she got up to walk out, making it clear the meeting was over.
I sat there for another few minutes, debating ordering a drink to soothe my nerves. It should have been easy for me to just get back to my life, but I knew it wouldn't be.
I walked up the stairs to my place an hour or so later and found Paddox there, waiting for me. He was leaning against the wall, looking too damned good in a pair of tight jeans and a hoodie that did nothing to hide how well-built he was. His brow was furrowed, like he was lost in thought, but when he turned his head and saw me standing there, he smiled.
I couldn't help but smile back. There was just something about him that immediately put me at ease, which was ridiculous considering he was a criminal and one of the worst ones in the city. Because of the things he and his brother did, it was harder than ever to crack down on drugs and illegal weapons, but standing there, waiting for me with a gentle smile on his face, Paddox looked like he'd never hurt anyone.