Gage (Trenton Security Book 3)

by J. M. Dabney

  He lost all control as he manhandled his boy onto his hands and knees. His chest hurt with his attempts to breathe, and he got himself ready, rolling on the condom and added more lube. He stiffened and tightened his jaw as he placed his fat cockhead to his boy’s ass. His boy’s hole gave easily, and it was pleasure and agony. He grabbed the back of the collar and pulled, his boy’s body arched, and he thrust fast—his hips slapping against his boy’s ass, then pulled back in slow motion.

  “More, Daddy, please.”

  He didn’t think twice about giving in, and he fucked his boy’s hole brutally, stared down at where his cock disappeared and reappeared over and over. His body came down on Derrick’s, his legs straddling his boy’s and he had his hand around the front of Derrick’s slender throat, squeezing enough to restrict but not cut off his boy’s breathing. He rutted against Derrick’s ass, felt the clench of his boy’s hole every time he pulled out.

  “Shit, boy, you were made for Daddy’s cock. You like your Daddy fucking you, owning you?”

  “Yes, Daddy, I’m gonna…” Derrick’s broke off with a deep groan as his boy started riding his cock and rubbing against the bed.

  “Oh yeah, come on Daddy’s cock. Daddy’s boy always comes first.” Fire moved through his veins and his muscles tensed to the point of pain. Then he squeezed his boy’s throat harder and lowered his head to sink his teeth into Derrick’s shoulder. He slammed his free hand over his boy’s mouth as the agonized scream nearly alerted everyone to his release. His thrusts became shorter and more grinding against his boy’s plump ass, then his cheeks clenched, and he emptied every drop of cum into the latex.

  As he came back to himself, he felt the wetness of tears on his hand, and he turned Derrick’s face to his and kissed the salty drops from his red face. He rolled them to the side to get his boy out of the wet spot, held the base of the condom and eased reluctantly from his boy’s still contracting hole. Derrick was suddenly on his side with his arms wrapped around him, his boy was shaking and letting out these soft sobs.

  “Hey, boy, what’s wrong?”

  Derrick was hiding his face against his chest, and he couldn’t have that. He might get rough, but he’d never hurt his boy, and he needed his boy to trust him to tell him what was wrong.

  “Derrick, don’t make me repeat myself. Was it too much?”

  “It was perfect.” Derrick tilted his head back, and Gage raised his hand to stroke the hair from Derrick’s face.

  “Then why the tears?”

  “Is it always that intense?”

  “Your pleasure is important to me, and I wanted you to feel how much you mean to me.” He stroked and soothed until his boy calmed, his boy going limp beside him, but Derrick hadn’t fallen asleep. He slowly removed himself from Derrick’s embrace to go clean up and dispose of the condom. He stared into the mirror and didn’t recognize the relaxed and satisfied man staring back at him. He didn’t want to leave his boy alone long, so he went to the bathroom, washed his cock and balls with a warm rag, then grabbed a clean one for his boy.

  By the time he returned with a warm wet rag, Derrick was spread out on the bed, arms and legs splayed wide. He’d noticed when his boy was alone in bed the boy sprawled in all directions. He took care of tending to his boy and slipped into bed. They shared caresses and kisses, talked in whispered tones until they both grew tired. His boy had been well worth the wait, and he’d never regret making Derrick his.

  The Life Derrick Always Wanted

  They’d arrived back in Powers a few days before, and he started settling back into his everyday life. The cloud of suspicion still hung over their heads, but without Arsenault’s body, they had no cause to keep them in New York longer. Arsenault’s men couldn’t say the man was dead because they weren’t conscious when the bastard disappeared. No body, no crime and they sure as hell weren’t offering to help.

  He looked up from his desk to catch Wren walking through the front door. Wren had tried to stick to days, but his body didn’t function on a day shift.

  “The joys of paperwork.”

  He snorted as Wren gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head as the other man headed to his desk. “You’re late.”

  “I think the place is still standing and, well, I don’t like getting out bed with my men still in it.”

  “Ugh, don’t be gross.

  “Why are you still here? Your shift ended fifteen minutes ago and the boss ain’t here.”

  He signed the report on the one traffic stop he’d made that day and smiled at how laidback Powers had become. He remembered the way it was before Pelter had taken over. Pelter may not be as strict in his policing as he’d once been, but the man didn’t let the bullshit run rampant as Thorpe allowed in the decades as Sheriff.

  “We’re back to the real world.”

  “And what’s wrong with the real world?” Wren asked as the man perched on the corner of his desk.

  He pretended to read the report again because voicing his problem was going to make him sound like an idiot. Whining in his head was one thing, making it real by speaking it was another. Gage and him had a week of dates and learning about each other, talked about childhoods and dreams. They had sex only the once because the days were filled with interrogations and working together to make sure Cameron and Kray were getting everything they needed.

  Although, they’d slept in the same bed every night, sharing kisses and everything couples normally shared. All that ended the moment they’d returned.

  “Son?”

  Wren was a sneaky fucker, the fads had a way of saying that one word, and it made him want to confess everything. A single syllable which carried every dream he’d had of a parent who had cared about him—a parent who worried if he was safe and warm. His own mother hadn’t spoken to him since the night the Trenton team had taken him through his bedroom window. The memory of Wren’s expression as he’d looked down on Pride’s bruised cheek, a look of rage and love at first sight. He’d struggled with his upbringing for years until he’d accepted that he wasn’t at fault for the lack of love from his biological parents.

  “Did I ever tell you how much being a part of your family meant to me? The first night was the safest I’d ever felt.”

  “We loved you being there. Linus shocked me when he told me he’d petitioned for custody because he liked seeing me so happy. You and Pride made our little family complete. Now, are you going to tell me what you meant?”

  He’d analyzed every scenario since coming home. Gage was busy as all the Trenton guys were settling back in, trying to knock jobs off the board since Cameron had taken precedence. He didn’t want to appear needy with one date and a single fuck under their belt.

  “I’m wondering if the job made”—he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly—“I mean, I’m wondering if there is a me and Gage now that the operation is over. It pushed us together and maybe what we started isn’t as deep as I’d hoped.”

  “You think you had a little fun on the job and now you’re back to your real lives. Adults have to work at relationships, it’s not easy or like those romance novels where it’s all tied up in a nice bow at the end. It’s dirty, hard work, but more than worth the effort. I’m not saying I completely approve of you and Gage—”

  “What’s wrong with me and Gage?”

  “He’s not…I’m not trying to be insulting…but he’s kinda cold and standoffish. All the time I’ve known him, I haven’t once seen him with anyone or heard him mention dating at all.”

  The story Gage told him played through his head, and it explained the way Gage acted—how he perceived himself—but it wasn’t his place to say anything. The man had trusted him with pieces of his life he hadn’t shared with anyone. He couldn’t fathom what it was like for Gage to be that young and find his mother dead, then be trapped with her tormentor until Gage turned eighteen. He didn’t see the monster that Gage claimed himself to be.

  “He has his reasons.”

  “Fair enough. Have you see
n him since you’ve been back? Linus has been working long hours, and I heard Gage took an assignment off the board. Linus seemed concerned by that.”

  He frowned, Gage had sent him texts, but he hadn’t mentioned going on a job. The man had pulled out of the field a few years ago, slowly transitioning to strictly PR. He had gone along with Peaches when Little had gone undercover at a rehab facility and undergone experiments, and he even took part in breaking Little out. Other than that, Gage didn’t do fieldwork. He worried over why Gage hadn’t told him.

  “We’ve exchanged messages, but I hadn’t been working here long before I was asked to help with finding Cameron. I wanted to focus on this, and I know Trenton is in catch up hell.”

  He didn’t want to admit he was acting like a kid with his first crush. The one thought running through his head was that if he went to Gage, what they shared would be different. That the connection they had working together wouldn’t exist anymore. He hated the insecurity.

  “Yeah, their board is insane.”

  “How long is Gage gone for?”

  “Him, Liv and Pure left out last night, probably be a few days or so.”

  “Raul didn’t go?”

  “Little’s on another job and Raul was asked to test a security system. Raul wasn’t happy about it.”

  “I’m sure.” Raul and Pure had automatically become partners. Raul acted as Pure’s spotter or whatever. They never went on different jobs.

  “Go home, get your shit together, then be the man I know you are and get your man. People might not think so, but I always believed that the struggle to maintain love was always more powerful than all the pieces fitting together perfectly.”

  “Thanks. I know I’m being an idiot. It’s just that it’s been nothing but stress for weeks. I should’ve known I’d crash and burn at some point.”

  “You need rest to clear your head.”

  He got up from his desk and hugged Wren before grabbing his backpack. He had to get out of his head, maybe actually go do something. To be honest, he hadn’t really made Powers his home again. When he exited the building, he turned the opposite direction from home and went to hit the funky side street that was home to Decadence Bakery, Twirled World, Well Loved Thrift and others. They were places he wasn’t allowed to go growing up, and he liked the variety of characters he found there.

  If Gage was out of town, he couldn’t take care of whatever problem was between them until the man returned. As soon as he turned onto the street laughter rang out from the cute pink haired Trevor and Grace was throwing things at him.

  “Don’t be an asshole,” Grace said through her laughter. She was wearing a dress that looked like it was made in the fifties with a belt cinched around her thick waist that made her hips look wider. She had her hair in elegant rolls. She’d moved there a few years ago after being long-distance friends with Harper who owned the local bookstore, and he adored her quirkiness.

  “I wasn’t. I gave amazing advice.” Trevor danced his chunky form around her as he shoved a phone in her face and she elbowed him away.

  “My dating life is none of your concern.”

  “Just swipe one, have some sexy Daddy rock your granny panties.”

  “I’m firing you.”

  “Um, I don’t technically work here.”

  “Am I interrupting?” he asked as he stuck out his cheek and Trevor gave him a loud kiss. Trevor had relocated there a few months ago after what he’d heard was a nasty divorce. The kid didn’t look old enough to be out of high school much less recently divorced.

  “I’m trying to get Grace to go on a date with this sinfully sexy Silver Fox that looks like he’s rocking a concealed weapon. She’s being stubborn.”

  “Aw, come on, Grace, he’s”—he peeked at the screen—“um, wow, if you don’t I will.”

  “An ally! Yes!”

  “I’m just settling in. I have no time for—” She paused as Trevor waved the phone in front of her again. “You know I don’t date. Now, come on, we’re all meeting up at the diner for dinner.”

  In the span of a few seconds, he was ordered to eat with them, and he helped push the clothes racks back into the shop. He needed a distraction, and the perfect one had come up. He needed to spend time with friends and clear his head. Tomorrow he’d figure out how to get his Daddy back because not having him wasn’t an option. As had become his nervous habit, he fingered the lock and brought it to his lips.

  “Someone is wearing a very nice new accessory, and I require details.”

  Trevor looped his arms around him and asked a million questions, he avoided most, but at least he didn’t mention names. Trevor was sweet, but the boy spread gossip the quickest in Powers. There were some things he wasn’t quite ready to share just yet. He was so close to having the life he always wanted.

  Are You Trying to Get Yourself Killed!

  “Down, down, down, Bail Enforcement!” They breached the front door with their weapons out, and hands went up, bodies couldn’t hit the floor fast enough. This was his third fugitive capture in the past week. They cleared the room, checked the others as Linus used zip ties to restrain their mark.

  He entered a bedroom, and a few feet into the room, the press of a barrel at the base of his skull froze him in place. It wasn’t the gun on him—it was the click of a misfire that had his heart stopping. His body reacted before his brain could, and he spun disarming the kid because that’s what it was. He looked no more than early teens. The hatred in his eyes was far older than his years. He held the kid’s gun beside him as he slid his into his holster. He rolled the kid to his back and placed his knee between the kid’s shoulder blades.

  “Clear,” he yelled and noticed Pure glaring down at him. “What?”

  “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Pure growled low.

  “What the fuck are you—”

  “You didn’t check your fucking blind spots. This isn’t your first rookie mistake this week.”

  “Drop it.” He handed the weapon over, then zip tied the thin wrists of his almost murderer.

  The scene from earlier in the night kept playing on repeat in his head. The adrenaline was still pumping even hours later, and he was in for a crash. He slammed back his fourth shot as he felt the eyes of his teammates and friends on him. No one had mentioned anything yet, but he knew it was coming and he was prepared. His thoughts were fucked up since he’d returned home from the operation.

  Everyone was safe, Cameron was home, and Kray was learning to live with a family. Things weren’t going smoothly, but that was expected. Everyone around him was back to normal or attempting to get there. Except his headspace was fucked beyond belief.

  “Hello, Daddy.”

  He turned his head as a seductive male voice said close to his ear, then he had some stranger wrapped around him. The body was nothing like his boy’s, and he didn’t like the little bastard taking liberties. He downed another shot, and his body was starting to warm, his thinking grew fuzzy. Every night for seven days he’d tried to drink the lingering doubt away.

  “Boy, fuck off, some other Daddy would be more than happy to take you on, but it ain’t me.”

  “How do you know, I could definitely make it worth your—” Each word the guy spoke, his hand moved lower, and Gage was reaching the point of being pissed. Just as he was about to grab the guy’s wrist, the body against him disappeared, and the broad back of Pure blocked his line of sight.

  “I think the man said get lost.” Pure’s voice was filled with rage.

  There was one certainty in life that he could guarantee, and that was Pure never got angry easily. Pure had to be pushed into a corner before he lashed out. He had a feeling he wasn’t the only one with shit on his mind. He figured Pure had it handled so he started to ask for another, and the glass was taken from him and turned over.

  “That’s the end.” Pure’s tone didn’t invite protest. “Want to talk it out because I’m not going anywhere until you do.”

  “What’s
there to talk about?”

  “One, you don’t drink, and you’ve been drunk seven nights in a row. Two, your rooms have been next to mine, and you’ve woken me up screaming. Three, for a man in love, you’re awful fucking miserable.”

  “It’s none of your fucking—”

  “Wrong, if you’re going to keep doing fieldwork, it’s very much my business. Especially when you get one of my friends or my spotter killed. I’ll take the kill shot with no remorse.”

  Pure wasn’t lying, he could see it in the man’s gaze, and the almost pretty man was downright vicious. In the years he’d known him, he’d never once seen Pure’s finger hesitate on the trigger. All snipers needed a ruthless calm about them. It wasn’t easy to know you took lives for a living. It didn’t matter that Pure shot more non-lethal rounds than real ones lately, he knew the young man had no qualms, and he never wanted to be in Pure’s crosshairs.

  “I don’t know what fucked up shit you got going in your head, but you’re not leaving until you talk it out.”

  Pure ordered them both coffee, and without protest, he followed Pure to a booth in a quieter corner of the bar he’d found just down the street from their motel. He wearily fell into one side of the booth. His buzz was slowly fading, and he placed his elbows on the table, then scrubbed his hands over his face. He felt old and tired. This was one of the reasons he’d given up fieldwork—it wasn’t in him anymore to be knocking down doors.