Pure (Trenton Security Book 4)

by J. M. Dabney

  “Your organization is done. You’re all that’s left. But if you don’t call off your dogs, then my colleague here has a lethal dose of an untraceable paralytic. You’ll suffocate to death. And let me tell you, her son got caught in the crossfire of your men trying to take Raul out. She’s been waiting for a bit of revenge.”

  “I’m quite familiar with how to make a death look…accidental. Although, I’d like you to suffer.”

  “Warner.”

  He knew Peaches too well, she was amused, and he had to admit he was a little proud of the adorable woman.

  “Corza, what you’re going to do is admit to your crimes and make your way back to the hole they buried you in a decade ago. If my son’s name even makes it into your thoughts, I’m going to let Warner take her revenge.”

  Son. He caught Peaches’ gaze when she looked over her shoulder at him.

  “What’s your answer? And just to help you along, everyone knows that you ordered the takedown of most of their bosses. The warden has assured me he’ll make sure you get a nice warm welcome in general population.”

  He tried to rush forward when the man spit at Peaches, but before he could make it to her, Corza’s head snapped back as Peaches’ fist connected with his jaw and Jenn held up an empty syringe.

  “You bitch,” Corza screamed and tried to get to Jenn.

  “Oh, sorry, I picked up the wrong vial, saline isn’t lethal. My mistake.”

  “Warden, return him to the transport van.”

  “Very well, Mrs. Phelps. If I never see you again, my heart won’t break.”

  “Same to you.”

  He saw everyone leave until just him, Benito, and Peaches and Jenn were left. And a few officers. He returned to Benito’s side, and they frowned at each other when their restraints were removed.

  “Officers, you can leave us alone now,” Peaches ordered like she owned the place. Hell, she could.

  “Raul, you’re going to plead guilty to the escape, assault of the officers, and destruction of government property, you will be sentenced to a year, you’ll serve four months.”

  “I can deal with that. What’s Benito get?”

  “Gentlemen,” Peaches voice echoed. “Benito, meet Agents Scanlon and Drew, on the day Raul walks out of here, you do as well. I have explained that you were instrumental in providing the intel to take down the Corza family and saving several undercover agents in the process.”

  “I’m not a rat, Peaches.”

  “You’re not. This is completely off the record. I have a friend who occasionally makes some lucrative deals for inmates with potential. These Agents who you’ve never met will inform everyone in law enforcement that you died while incarcerated. And best thing, you get to do something you’re good at.”

  “I knew my skills would pay off. What do I owe you, Peaches?”

  “Nothing. You took care of Raul, and we both know you didn’t owe me anything. I didn’t get that not guilty.”

  “You know I was never going to get away clean. And you gotta admit you made my stay here a lot more comfortable. Will I be locked up waiting for this secret person to need me?”

  “Nope, you’re free to move around, but you will have a handler that will make sure you don’t take up your old hobby.”

  Benito chuckled, and he said goodbye as he was led away by the agents and he was left with Peaches and Jenn.

  “Is Pure okay?”

  “Yes, the operation went well. The team showed up before he could do something stupid,” Peaches said. “I’m going to leave you with Jenn. I’ll be by tomorrow, and we’re meeting with the District Attorney to go over your deal. You know this has to be done.”

  “Yeah, he’s covered my ass more than I deserve, and I’d serve life if it kept him safe.”

  “You and Pure pull this type of shit again, and I’ll have some old friends hide your bodies. I know we didn’t back you up, but that didn’t mean we didn’t think you were innocent. We were working with what we had, and there’s only so many strings we could pull. This had to be on the up and up. Pure was a perfectly rational son until you came along.”

  He nodded and listened to Peaches’ heels click then disappear as a heavy, metal door slammed in the distance.

  “How is he really?”

  He leaned into her sudden hug, and she buried her face against his chest. He held her tightly as he waited for them both to process. He was walking out of here alive and back to his boy. That was all he’d wanted.

  “He’s good. He’s at the apartment and will be until you come home.”

  “What about work?”

  “He’s taking an extended leave until you’re free. He refuses to work with anyone but you. Also, there’s some fences in need of mending between him and the Crew.”

  “I’m sorry, Jenn.”

  “Son, don’t you apologize to me. You’re family. Also, I didn’t make the best impression on your parents when I went to visit them. Let’s just say they’re not going to come to the wedding.”

  For the first time in months, he laughed loudly and squeezed her again. “I think I’d already figured that out.”

  “Their loss became my gain.”

  “You look good in that bail enforcement gear.”

  He snorted as she went all supermodel as she showed off and did a perfect pivot.

  “Thank you, should I put in an application?”

  “No, you were having way too much fun tonight.”

  He turned his head as an officer came up to them.

  “Martinez, we gotta get you back before the next shift starts doing bed checks.”

  “Four months and you’ll be home, just keep it together until then.”

  “I promise, keep him sane until I get home.”

  “Always.”

  He let them put his restraints back on, and he quietly made his way back to his cell. Once inside, he laid down on his bunk and stared up at the wire support of the top bunk. He’d started to give in to the fact he was in here for life or until Corza came to take him out, but he saw the end in sight. He’d be home with his boy, and he wouldn’t take another day for granted. All he had to do was keep his head down until he walked out of the gate to his boy. Pure would be there waiting, there like he’d always been for him.

  THIS WAS THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER

  He lifted onto the tailgate of his new truck and waited outside the gates for his Daddy to walk out. Months of nothing more than weekly visits and phone calls, and he wanted his Daddy home where he belonged. The murder charges were dropped, but unfortunately, they wanted to teach Raul a lesson and made him serve time for the escape. They hadn’t touched in nearly four months. They’d ushered Raul away at the sentencing where he’d pled guilty for escape and destruction of government property for the van.

  He hopped down to the ground and smiled at the man beyond the chain-link fence. He shoved his hands into his back pockets and crossed the parking lot just as the gate opened. His Daddy had packed on another thirty pounds of muscle, his goatee touched his chest, and his wavy hair was long enough to tangle around his fingers.

  Raul opened his arms, and he ran into them. His Daddy’s lips took his almost brutally as he was walked backward to the truck. He whimpered as Raul grabbed his ass. The hold shifted the plug he’d inserted after he’d prepared himself for Daddy’s homecoming.

  “You better have a room nearby.”

  “I see how it is. Daddy just missed his boy’s body.”

  “It’s all your fault and those naughty encoded messages.”

  “Nice touch, huh,” he whispered, and his face hurt from smiling. He inhaled the scent of Raul. Absorbed his Daddy’s warmth. His Daddy’s hard dick digging into his soft stomach wasn’t bad either. “We’re about ten minutes from the room I rented before we drive home.” He hugged Raul’s neck tight as he was manhandled into the passenger seat and he froze as his Daddy rubbed his denim-covered dick.

  He laughed as his Daddy growled and slammed the door, Raul was running ar
ound and hopping into the driver’s seat. The tires spun, and gravel pinged against nearby vehicles.

  “Impatient?”

  “I’ve spent four months away from you. Seeing you through fucking glass. Daddy’s patience disappeared a long time ago, baby boy.”

  He gave Raul directions and his face heated at the looks his Daddy kept giving him. He wasn’t any better. And he had a surprise for his Daddy when they got to their motel room.

  “Have you been playing with yourself while Daddy’s been away?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Daddy has been keeping track of your punishment, and it’s time you learned your lesson. Daddy’s good boy doesn’t touch himself when I can’t watch.”

  “Is that, right?” he asked. He worked his belt loose, popped the button on his jeans, and lowered his zipper. He slipped his hand into the opening of the denim and pulled out his hard cock. “A mile ahead on the right.” His voice broke as he slowly stroked his cock from base to tip, then back down.

  “You getting ready to fuck Daddy?”

  “Room twenty-six on the backside.” He kept stroking, making the fat head slick with pre-cum.

  When Raul pulled to a stop in front of their room, he leaned over the console. “Your boy is wearing a plug.”

  “Get in the room and strip…now.”

  He shivered at the hard edge to his Daddy’s order and he half-assed tucked himself in. He was practically running for the door, had it unlocked and inside, and he spun to walk backward to keep his gaze on his Daddy. For months, he’d found himself, took charge of his pleasure, and experimented with playing with his hole. At first, he’d hesitated, waiting for the memories because he didn’t have his Daddy to focus on.

  The door clicked shut with a scarily quiet click, and he lifted his arms to grab the cotton of his t-shirt to pull it over his head.

  “S’fucking beautiful, dreamed of you every night. Only to wake up reaching out to pull you close. I missed you so much, baby boy.”

  “I missed you too, Daddy.” He kicked off his sneakers and his bare feet sunk into the carpet. He pushed his jeans down his hips to expose his superhero underwear.

  “Did you like playing with your hole?”

  “Not at first, I was too nervous, and the toy wasn’t you.”

  “No toy will ever live up to your Daddy.”

  “Are you getting naked, Daddy?”

  He stood there nervously in his underwear as he watched his Daddy strip. Raul’s dick hard and the foreskin still covering the smooth head. He could still taste his Daddy—his tongue remembering the texture of loose skin and silky cockhead. He clocked his Daddy’s every move as Raul strolled to the bed and laid down.

  “Come here, baby boy, but first take off the cute underwear.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He removed them quickly and rushed to the bed to lie down.

  “Lie on your back, pull your legs back, and show Daddy your toy.”

  He did as he was commanded without hesitation. His body belonged to Daddy—everything he was would always be Raul’s. He’d known it even as his fear masked it.

  “There’s never been a happier Daddy than me. My boy makes me so proud. Strong and self-reliant, vulnerable but so confident. Daddy has loved you for so long.”

  His lips trembled under the press of Raul’s and his chest tightened. “Nicolas Warner, I love you.”

  He gasped because it was the first time they’d said it out loud. They sent it in messages or said what they loved about each other, but had silently agreed to not say it to each other until they were able to touch and kiss.

  “I love you too, Raul.”

  No more words were shared as they kissed and caressed, sweat drenched their skin, and their breathing turned harsh. His Daddy fucked him slowly with the plug, making sure he was nice and stretched for him. He arched his neck at the sharp suction as Raul began to leave marks from his collarbone as he moved lower. He looked down the length of his body to his Daddy’s loving gaze on his face.

  His body seized as his Daddy swallowed his cock and roughly tortured him until he was fighting to push Daddy away. He jerked with every pulse around the head of his dick.

  “Daddy, Daddy, stop—”

  As soon as the first syllable of the last word passed his lips, Raul backed off, and rough hands took hold of his face. His Daddy had issued him a safeword, but the painful pleasure had been too much.

  “Too much, Daddy.”

  “And Daddy will always stop. Nicolas, stop, no, or anything else will always make me stop. Your consent is the sexiest thing about loving on you.”

  He was embarrassed by the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. The plug eased from his hole and then Raul was sitting back on his heels. Raul rolled a condom onto his fat cock. Daddy made sure to lube his cock and slicked his hole inside and out.

  “May Daddy love on you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He felt every inch as his Daddy’s thickness split his hole wide.

  “Oh, fuck, Daddy.” He groaned as his Daddy’s hips met his ass.

  A smack to his thigh made him freeze.

  “Baby boy, Daddy doesn’t like those bad words from his good boy’s mouth.”

  “Sorry, Daddy.”

  His felt his brow furrow and his teeth cut into his bottom lip as Daddy retreated, and slammed forward pushing another fuck past his lips. The more he cussed, the harder his Daddy fucked his hole—owned it. His Daddy tortured him repeatedly as he continuously changed from slow to fast, gentle to brutal. He was clawing at the comforter, twisted his body and arching until he curled his hips, holding still as he looked down to watch his Daddy’s cock working his ass.

  He grabbed his cock and jacked off.

  “Daddy, I’m gonna…Daddy!” His voice broke, and he grabbed his Daddy behind his neck and pulled Raul’s mouth to his and his release spread between their bellies.

  “Goddammit, baby boy, milk Daddy’s cock.”

  His Daddy took him in quick, shallow thrusts and then his Daddy froze. The sharp edges of his Daddy’s teeth pinched his lip as his Daddy’s hips ground against his ass, then they both collapsed, and Raul’s fingers fisted in his hair as the kiss they shared roughened.

  “You’ll always be mine. Daddy’s the only one to make his boy’s dreams come true.”

  “Move in with me, Daddy.”

  “Try to get rid of me.”

  He chuckled as his Daddy eased from him. Then he watched as his Daddy removed the condom and tied it off to toss it in the basket beside the bed. He was pulled into his Daddy’s strong arms. He nuzzled his Daddy’s chest and then tipped his head to kiss the stubble covered skin beneath Raul’s chin.

  “Thank you for waiting for me, Nicolas.”

  “Always.”

  They cuddled and talked, planned their future. Shared dreams and secrets. This is what Pure had wanted, the person his mother had told him to wait for and one night of violence hadn’t taken his happiness. It hadn’t broken him as he’d thought. It had taught him that he could love past the pain. He could demand the love he deserved. This was the happily ever after.

  EPILOGUE

  THIS SOUNDED EASIER IN THE BOOKS

  “C ome on, baby boy, wake up,” he whispered in Pure’s ear as he tried to wake his boy up. Lack of sleep was becoming the normal for them, but they weren’t getting a lot of couple-time lately.

  “The babies are asleep, shut up, Daddy, and go back—”

  He bit the side of Pure’s neck. “Daddy got you all nice and ready.” He played with the base of the plug he’d inserted after his boy’s bath last night. As much as he loved when his boy fucked him, there was nothing like the trust and submission when Pure gave in to him.

  He shifted his boy onto his knees, his ass in the air and his face buried in the pillow.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, boy?” He gripped the base of the plug, fucking his boy’s stretched hole. In the two years since they’d made promises in
private—their own vows—he still desperately needed his boy. They never skipped an opportunity to say I love you or show they cared.

  Pure didn’t say a word as his hips lifted. He groaned as his boy grabbed his hairy cheeks and pulled them apart. All his control fled as he jerked the toy from his boy’s ass and positioned himself behind Pure. He sloppily slicked his cock, held the base, and slammed forward.

  “Daddy,” Pure muffled his scream in the pillow.

  He forced his boy to take every inch at his pace. Pure gripped as his hair and bit into his bicep.

  “Boy, you don’t hide from Daddy.” He spanked Pure in punishment for hiding his pleasure from him. He reamed Pure’s tight hole until they fought for dominance. Pure pushing back and him slamming forward, their bodies connecting with loud slapping of sweat-drenched skin. He spanked Pure harder, and Pure contracted around his cock to the point of pain.

  He blanketed his boy’s back, pressed his lips to his ear. He fisted his fingers in Pure’s hair and jerked his boy’s head back.

  “You don’t take unless Daddy gives you permission, baby boy.” He deep stroked at a brutal pace. “Daddy should leave you unsatisfied.”

  Pure desperately clawed at his hips as he began to retreat.

  “No, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise. Just fuck me, Daddy.”

  “Good boys don’t say such nasty things.” He slammed his hand over Pure’s mouth and fucked his ass cruelly. He’d learned his boy liked to be fucked. Held down and taken, all on his terms—his choice—a reclaiming of his power. His baby boy’s screams muffled and then Pure was grabbing onto the headboard until his knuckles turned white. Pure’s body arched violently and bore down on his cock. He spilled his release as he sealed his hips to his boy’s ass.

  They both collapsed on the bed, fighting for breath, and he kept shallowly stroking to draw out their pleasure. Their privacy was limited, but he always took the time to soothe his boy after an intense orgasm. He kissed his boy’s lazy smile and savored the stroke of Pure’s fingers through his shaggy, wavy hair.

  He growled as two excited voices and a third pissed off grumbling came over the baby monitor. He swore their son was cussing out his sisters’ in baby talk.