Gage (Trenton Security Book 3)

by J. M. Dabney

  Also, he had a bad feeling in his gut that told him this wasn’t over. He tried to reassure himself that it was the culmination of weeks of stress. Although, his current problem was taking precedence, he needed to puke. A decade of waiting for Gage to see him and only hours away from their first date, he’d admit he was losing it a bit.

  He was just starting to pour himself a cup of coffee when a knock sounded on the door. Everyone was at the hospital or cleaning up loose ends at the motel they’d used for their headquarters. Hunter was going through footage and editing out what didn’t need to be seen or destroying the files altogether. He strode to the door, peeked through the peephole and frowned at the couple on the other side. He opened the door to Forester and Janette giving him warm smiles.

  “Well, this is a surprise,” he said and stepped back, “Please come in.”

  “Thank you,” Forester replied and let his wife go first. “We were nervous about our reception.”

  “I will say, I’m a bit surprised to see you both.”

  He motioned toward the sitting area and observed them closely, Janette was offered a seat first and then Forester followed her down. The other man laid his arm across her lap, and Janette leaned into his strength. He might have thought the man was a bit sleazy to begin with, but the obvious love and devotion between the two people had eased his worries.

  “I’m sure. We were headed into the city to attend an opera. My wife loves it, and I’ll suffer through.”

  He chuckled as she bumped his arm with her shoulder and Forester gifted her with an adoring look.

  “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

  “No, no, this will be a quick visit, we just wanted to check on our mutual friend. I’ve heard that his rescue was successful.”

  “We got him out, and our friend’s daughter was with him, but they both have a long road ahead.”

  “That’s one of the reasons we came to see you. Is he being taken care of, offered a place to recuperate? Janette and I wanted to offer our home and time if he needed a place.”

  “I don’t know how that would go over.”

  As great as the offer was, he didn’t know how Kray would react to being reminded of his life before. The couple in front of him seemed nice enough, but with everything about the operation, he wasn’t willing to react by his gut instinct alone.

  “That was also a concern. As much as we tried to show him kindness, it was difficult.”

  “Alex is petitioning for guardianship, and we have a lawyer helping, once that comes through, he’ll be adopted by Alex.”

  “You are an amazing group of people. Is Hayden around?”

  Okay, he didn’t know if it was jealousy or suspicion, but he didn’t like the too handsome man asking about Gage. Rough edges or not, Gage had this bearing of elegance around him. The man was able to blend into any scene, morph into a dangerous bail enforcement agent or hold his own with sickeningly rich and elegant men. Maybe that was part of why he was ill. He still wasn’t sure he’d grown up enough to be the man Gage needed. He’d lived on his own for a long time, took care of himself and his brother, he was independent and assumed he was good at his job. Despite wanting to be his Daddy’s boy, he still wanted Gage to see him as a man.

  “No, he’s off taking care of business. He’s kicking public relation ass at the moment.”

  “Well, please let him know that we stopped by to congratulate everyone on their success. You and him are welcome to visit at any time. Although, I’m a stickler for tradition, Janette and I have decided our events have run their course. It would be wonderful though to get to know you and Hayden on a more even footing.”

  “I’ll let Gage know.” He leaned forward to take the card Forester handed him. He studied the elegant face of the business card.

  “Also, in my former life I was a judge, if Trenton ever requires a bit of legal help, I offer my assistance and I owe you and your team a debt of gratitude for removing Kray from the situation. I’ll forever bear the guilt of not seeing through Arsenault’s act sooner. While I didn’t respect the man, I didn’t believe him capable of what he’d done.”

  “Monsters aren’t always easy to spot. Some of them have a lot of practice blending, and I’m sure you would’ve stepped in if you’d sensed something as severe as what Kray went through. My biological father was eviler than we’d even anticipated, so I know how easy it is to not see everything even when it’s right in your face.”

  Forester gave him a grateful smile, then stood and helped his wife to her feet. The goodbyes were quick, and he was thankful that Gage hadn’t returned while they were there. When they’d been at Forester’s estate, he hadn’t missed the appreciation and attraction Forester seemed to have for Gage. That was fine for everyone else, it worked well for his dads, but he’d never be able to share Gage. He’d waited too fucking long to be where he was, and Forester made him insecure.

  “Derrick, why aren’t you ready?” Peaches breezed into the suite in her civilian clothes with all her tattoos on display, and the bells weaved into her hair tinkling with every step.

  He remembered when Kray had seen her the first time out of her expensive pantsuit and professional bun. The boy had been fascinated, and when she’d leaned close to him, she’d handed Kray a handful of silvery blonde, belled braids. The sound of them seemed to calm Kray so they’d ran out and got him windchimes that made a sound close to the bells. They’d hung them in his and Cameron’s room, a fan gently blowing a breeze through them.

  “We had guests. I need to puke.”

  “No you don’t. It’s a date, and you’ve known Gage forever. You’ll do great.”

  “What if the longer he’s around me, the less he likes me?”

  “Quit freaking the fuck out. If he doesn’t like you that’s his shit, ain’t got nothing to do with you. Now go get ready, I’m going to call my sexy husband and have him talk dirty to me. We never go a day without sex, lots and lots of sweaty, nasty…”

  He ran with Peaches laughing her ass off hysterically behind him. When they’d brought him into the Crews and he got to know them all, their craziness had nothing on that of the Matriarchs of the Crews, Peaches and Lily. Peaches didn’t take shit from anyone, and he’d seen her go toe-to-toe with Thorpe over the years. When she threatened to bury him, he’d had no doubt she would’ve, and he’d been terrified to approach her after Thorpe shot her the night that he tried to take out the Crews at Brawlers.

  He quickly got ready, took extra time in the shower and fussing over his appearance. He’d thought about trimming his pubes, but he wasn’t exactly prepared for a date night. He screamed as he stormed out of the bathroom, naked and walked quickly to the bed to put on the clothes he’d laid out. At least he had some nice things they’d packed for being at Forester’s.

  “If I was less of a gentleman, I’d say fuck the date.”

  Gage’s low, guttural tone had him spinning with his boxer briefs in his hand to find Gage leaned against the door. The way the man ran his gaze over Derrick’s body made him nervous. He’d always been on the slimmer side, strong but lean, and his ass was what some would call mushy. He had to admit most of his weight had always been on his ass.

  He tried not to retreat as Gage pushed his big body away from the door, and with a lazy swagger, made his way to him.

  “I love that you’re wearing this,” Gage whispered as he ran his fingers along the chain.

  The possessiveness in the man’s gaze caused his body to flush with heat. All the years he’d imagined they’d be together didn’t prepare him. Being naked while Gage was fully clothed was erotic, as if he were at the man’s mercy. He’d submit to anything the man asked of him.

  “I’m scared.” He twisted his upper body slightly to drop his underwear to the bed and turned back to face Gage.

  “Of me?”

  “No, well, in a way. I’m terrified you won’t like the man I am.”

  “I adore the man you are. Yes, I’ve avoided being around you.” Gage low
ered his head until his mouth was just over his. “You were so much temptation. I wanted to play with my boy. Love on you, but scared I’d hurt you. I wouldn’t do that for the world.”

  His back arched at the rough caress of Gage’s hands from his collarbones down his chest until Gage’s arms twined around his waist. He was pulled flush to the bigger man. There wasn’t much difference in their heights, but Gage’s body was bulkier and broader than his. He squeaked as Gage grabbed his ass and squeezed the soft curves.

  “You rubbing this ass against my cock every night was fucking torture.”

  “I still remember what you felt like inside me.”

  “I’m sorry for that. I wouldn’t...I lost control.”

  “I didn’t mind. I never bottomed before…that was supposed to be yours.”

  “And it will be, after I take my beautiful boy on our first date.”

  He tensed as Gage dropped to his knees in front of him, reaching behind him to grab the underwear he’d discarded. Gage slowly lifted one foot then the other and slid the fabric up his legs. His dick went instantly hard as Gage pressed his face into his cotton-covered crotch. “Daddy.” It slipped so easily from his mouth as Gage gently nipped his cock through his underwear.

  Being dressed by Gage was one of the biggest turns-ons he’d ever experienced. He didn’t understand how that was possible. Gage surged to his feet to slip the dress shirt onto his arms, lovingly brushing his stomach and chest with each button the man secured. His breaths were coming out in quick pants until he felt lightheaded.

  “Do you want to make your Daddy happy?” Gage asked between soft, teasing kisses, the smallest nips to the curves.

  He nodded his head, and as their mouths brushed together, he watched Gage from under his lowered lashes. All Gage had to do was ask, and he was helpless to deny him. The feelings he’d had for Gage, that first stirring when he was seventeen and had seen the man for the first time, was mild compared to almost a decade later. Infatuation morphing into love, he loved the man for his flaws and perseverance. Loved him for the things the man probably hated about himself.

  “Then have dinner with me, tell me everything about you and don’t leave out the smallest detail. Then when we come back to the room, you just let me love on you. I’ve dreamed of taking you hard and fast, wherever I saw fit, but tonight, our first time together, I just want to memorize every gasp and shiver. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I’ll never tire of you saying that one word all breathless and needy.”

  When he thought Gage would kiss him again, the man just took his hand and led him from the room. On the drive over, he told Gage every detail of his life while he was away. Confessed his hopes and dreams as Gage held his hand, only releasing it when they arrived at the restaurant and did just as Gage asked all through dinner as the tension of what was to come built. He was nervous and ready at the same time, he wanted to know what it was to be loved.

  Gage Needed to Make this Good…No He Need it to be Amazing

  They spent hours at dinner, exchanging stories and for the first time in his life, he’d felt relaxed. Almost as if the monster no longer lurked beneath the surface. He touched and kissed his boy whenever he wanted. Studied the curve of his boy’s shy smile as Derrick told him about all he’d missed while he’d tried to be noble and protect his boy from him.

  He needed his boy—it wasn’t something as weak as a simple want. The signs had always been there no matter how much he tried to deny it. When they returned to the suite after dinner, he didn’t pause as he led his boy through the room. He rolled his eyes as all his friends grinned and told them goodnight. Derrick had steadily grown more nervous on the trip back, and he knew his boy did know what would happen between them. Well, he was about to shock Derrick.

  This moment had taken too long to come, and he wasn’t in any mood to rush it. They had plenty of time for more later. As he’d told Derrick before they left for dinner, he was going to love on him. It was an experience he’d never had with anyone else. He wasn’t in the mood to just get off. He kicked the door closed behind them and watched Derrick’s shoulders tense as the lock clicked into place.

  “Turn around.”

  Derrick only hesitated a few seconds then his boy pivoted to face him. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk as he took one step, then another, slowly stalking him and he sensed his boy wanted to retreat. He was proud when Derrick held his ground. He needed his boy right there with him; their need mutual. All the teasing kisses had intensified his need, and he finally captured his boy’s lips in a slow deep kiss. Derrick moaned and tipped his head back, asking for more, and he gave his boy everything he needed. As he picked apart the buttons on Derrick’s dress shirt, he walked his boy back to the bed.

  “Have you touched yourself thinking about me, boy?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He nipped Derrick’s bottom lip sharply and loved his needy whimper. He stripped his boy of his shirt, then slowly he removed the rest of Derrick’s clothes and lowered to his knees. He brushed his lips across and nipped every inch of skin he exposed until Derrick’s body glistened with sweat, his boy’s pretty cock standing hard for him.

  He drew out every second, minute, an hour could’ve passed, and he refused to leave a single spot of Derrick unloved, when he was done with the front, with his hands on his boy’s hips, he turned him. “Bend over, Daddy wants to see what’s his.” He loved the lush curves in his hands as he palmed them, then parted them to see his boy’s freshly shaved hole. “Were you thinking of me playing with your hole tonight?”

  Gage hummed as he felt his boy bend over farther to rest his cheek on the bed. “Daddy, please.”

  “I’ll give you just what you need, but when I’m ready.” He brought his left hand back and then forward to watch that sexy jiggle of his boy’s fuzzy ass cheek. The yelp was music to his ears. It was deeper and needier than the one when he’d spanked him at the estate. He parted his boy’s cheeks again and pushed his face between them, licking over the tight, wrinkled skin. His boy’s thighs shook, and he pushed his arms between them to spread his hands over the silky plane of his boy’s belly to hold him up.

  Derrick’s scent, taste—he could feast on his boy’s ass all night. He stiffened his tongue and pushed forward, the clench and give caused him to growl. Then the rumble in his chest deepened when slender fingers gripped his hair and Derrick began to move his hips riding the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t given his boy permission to touch him or move, so he punished him by retreating and then giving him several smacks until his boy tried to get away.

  He surged to his feet. “Don’t move, you don’t touch Daddy without his permission. I give you what you need when I’m ready not when you think you are.” He leaned over and grabbed the back of his boy’s collar and used it to control him, straightening his boy and then forced him to his knees. He released the chain and stepped backward. He lazily moved around the room removing his jacket, shirt, and made no attempt to speak to his boy again.

  His boy was sexy there on his knees, trembling from head to toe and breathing too fast. Once he was naked, he slid open the dresser drawer and took out the condoms and lube he’d bought the day before. He spared his boy a short glance. He arranged the pillows and threw the covers to the foot of the bed, then placed the supplies on the bed. His cock was hard and leaking precum. He couldn’t remember the last time he was more turned on, no one but his boy affected him like that.

  He sat cross-legged on the bed. “Come here, boy.” He didn’t take his gaze from his boy’s flushed face, cheeks the prettiest shade of pink and Derrick crawled to him. Derrick sat on his thighs, and he positioned his boy’s legs around his waist. They both moaned as their bodies came together.

  “Drape your arms over my shoulders.” As Derrick did as he asked, he turned his head to brush his mouth to the lean muscles of Derrick’s upper arm, one then the oth
er. “Did you think I would just bend you over and fuck you?”

  “I-I didn’t know.”

  He felt the movement and shape of Derrick’s mouth as he answered. They shared kisses, and he traced the lines of his boy with just the tips of his fingers. Savoring the texture of chill bumps moving in their wake. Sweat misted his own body, and his cock pulsed where it rested next to his boy’s. His touches to his boy’s hole were light and nowhere near what his boy begged for. “Shh, boy, those sweet little cries are for my ears only, do you understand Daddy?”

  “But I can’t be quiet, too much.”

  “When we get home and you’re in my bed, you can scream all you want, but your pleasure is only mine. I hated sharing you at the estate. I’m sorry I had to do that.” As much as he loved the freedom to touch his boy at the estate—a chance to be selfish—he hadn’t liked others seeing the beautiful boy that belonged to him.

  “It’s okay.”

  “No, it’s not, it wasn’t respectful to Daddy’s good boy.” He picked up the lube, and the top clicked as he opened it, then slicked his finger and set it aside. “When I start playing with your hole, you push out.”

  The position had Derrick spread perfectly for him to massage the slick around his boy’s hole. His boy’s head fell back, and his breathing increased as he slowly worked from one finger to three. His own cock was pulsing to the point of pain, his balls aching with the need to fuck his boy. His boy kept repeating Daddy, begging for more and every time his boy tried to fuck himself onto his fingers, he’d smacked his ass in warning. He slipped from his boy’s well-stretched hole.

  He was quickly moving to dangerous territory, but he wanted his boy’s mouth on his dick. “Suck Daddy’s dick, boy.” He laid back and stretched out his legs. “Fuck,” he growled as his boy swallowed his cock. His boy’s lips stretched wide around the girth of his dick. He combed his fingers through silky hair and then gripped it in a brutal grip as he taught his boy what he liked. His stomach sucked in with pleasure as his boy whimpered and hummed. “Daddy’s naughty boy likes sucking dick.” He held his boy’s face to his crotch and thrust upward forcing his cock to the back of his boy’s throat. He repeated that several times until he jerked his boy from his cock. He tugged his boy up his body by his hair and took his mouth, pushed his tongue inside.