The man’s eyes raked up and down Noah’s body before he took a step back and pulled the door open wider.
Noah stepped inside the huge and immaculately clean apartment and let his eyes sweep around. The first thing he saw when he stepped past the foyer and into the open living area was the giant flat screen TV hanging on the wall. The damn thing had to be probably eighty-four inches at least, and on it was a frozen, grainy photo of a man in fatigues with a rifle in what looked like somewhere in the Middle East, and he was hot as fuck.
The picture was obviously coming from the laptop on the coffee table, and that’s what Noah needed. So, when the man turned to head down the hall, presumably to head towards the bedroom, Noah tilted his chin at the screen and said, “Who’s the stud?”
The man’s feet faltered and he turned back to glance up at the screen. As he did, Noah saw life spark in his eyes for the first time since he had arrived. Whoever that man was on the screen, he meant something to this man.
“He’s nobody,” the man said.
“He doesn’t look like nobody,” Noah said gently. He knew he was overstepping his bounds here but he had to try.
The man glared at Noah for a while then he let out a breath and his eyes shifted back to the screen, “His name was Kelly.”
“Was? You mean he’s….”
“Dead? To me, yes.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Noah whispered as he looked down at his hands.
The man stepped closer to him, “Don’t be. He used to be someone very important to me.”
Noah knew their conversation was over and the man was about to tell him to go back to the bedroom so he grasped at the only straw he had left. “Would you like to fuck me here, against the back of this couch, while you look at him? You can even call me Kelly if you want.”
The man blinked at him, owl-eyed, for a full minute and Noah was certain that the guy was going to go off on him and kick him out.
But he suddenly growled, “Take your fucking clothes off, I’ll be right back,” as he turned on his heel and stomped down the hall.
Like a stealth ninja, Noah leapt over the couch as he pulled the sticky tiny dots from the inside of his watchband. He didn’t know what the small, clear technology device did, all he knew was that he was supposed to stick one no a computer in the house and the other one on a hard surface, so he stuck it on the inside of the metal coffee table’s leg. Task done, he jumped back over and yanked his shirt over his head as he toed his shoes off. Next, he quickly unsnapped his jeans and slid them and his briefs down his legs. He was bent over, pulling the jeans off his feet when he heard, “Well, you’re not naked but I suppose it’s close enough. Let me see your cock.”
Noah shucked his jeans to the side and then had to suppress his smirk as he stood back up to his full six-foot height and he heard the inevitable sharp intake of air when the man staring at him got his first look at Noah’s cock. Not to strut like a peacock but it was impressive, he knew it was impressive. There was no denying that, as it lay thick and heavy against his thigh….and he wasn’t even hard yet. Nope, right now it was hanging at about seven inches, add another two or so when he was fully erect and it was enough to scare off even the most experienced bottom.
“Fuckin-A, dude. Do you get stopped at airports for that thing?”
Noah snorted a laugh, “Haven’t yet.”
The man, who was now wearing only a bathrobe, walked forward, “Turn around for me.”
Noah did as he was told and watched as the man draped a large bath towel over the back of the couch, “Try not to jizz on my Italian leather sofa, okay?”
“Sure, no worries. Um, what should I call you?”
The man’s hand had been sliding over Noah’s spine but it froze at his words.
“What did they tell you at the agency?”
“They said your name is Mr. Lette but that you usually don’t want to be called anything other than Sir during a session.”
The man hummed as he stepped up to Noah’s back and dropped his robe to the floor. Noah felt the broad, wet head of a thick hard cock as it slid against his crack and his hole clenched in anticipation of what was to come. He heard the tear of a wrapper and then the sound of the condom being rolled down over that cock then he heard the snick of the top of the lube as it was opened and closed and he felt cool, slick fingers spreading his cheeks and one digit slid inside.
“Fuck!” he moaned out as that one finger was quickly joined by another. Someone was anxious to get this party started, and that was just fine with Noah even though it had been a while since he’d bottomed.
Even though his dick was big, most guys he hooked up with wanted him to top.
When a third finger was added and they curved and found his prostate, Noah lifted up onto his toes and shouted, “Fuck, Sir, I’m ready!”
The man’s fingers slid out of his ass and he felt the roundness of the man’s dick right at his entrance. But just before he pressed inside, the man reached up, grabbed a handful of Noah’s hair, yanked his head up, licked up Noah’s neck and growled, “Call me Cole, Kelly,” into Noah’s ear and then shoved his thick cock inside with one firm push.
“Oh fuck, Cole!” Noah shouted.
Cole gave him a moment to adjust to the intrusion then he gripped his hips, slid his cock out to the tip and slammed back inside.
Noah’s fingers gripped into the back of Cole’s black leather sofa so hard he was afraid he might put holes in it, at the very least he was going to dent it, but what-the-fuck-ever, this was Cole’s party and his house.
The feet of the sofa began to creak on the hardwood floor as Cole continued his pounding assault on Noah’s backside. Skin slapped on skin as Cole’s heavy balls smacked into Noah’s ass.
“Oh, God, Cole, fuck, so good,” Noah moaned.
“Mine, Kelly, this ass is mine, you are mine,” Cole growled as he pounded into Noah’s ass and the words sounded both angry and loving at the same time, like they had been ripped through the pieces of a shattered heart.
Noah’s own heart broke a little for the man behind him and his devastated soul.
“Catch it.”
The words barely broke through Noah’s sex-addled brain.
“Huh? What?”
“Catch your fucking cum, Kelly. It’s mine too. Every part of you is mine.”
“Oh fuck,” Noah moaned as his hand dropped down to his cock to stroke it.
“I need to come, Cole, please,” he moaned
“Now, Kel, come for me now.”
“Oh fuck, Cole!” Noah shouted as his balls pulled up and his orgasm shot out of his dick and into his cupped hand.
“Yes, Kelly, yes!” Cole shouted as his hips stuttered and then stilled and then Noah could feel the man’s cock pulsing its release into the condom in his ass as he continued with shallow thrusts.
Cole leaned over Noah’s back, grabbed his cupped hand and licked it off. Then he pressed his forehead into Noah’s upper back. Noah could feel Cole’s heart beating wildly in his chest as he pressed against Noah’s back but he had to wonder if it was beating that way just from the sex or was it because of all the emotions he was feeling too.
After a minute or so, Cole pressed a kiss to Noah’s spine as he slid his cock out of his ass then he bent down to pick up his robe and mumbled, “I, uh, I need to sh-sh-shower. Can you see yourself out? If you need to wash the guest bathroom is the first door on the right,” and then he turned and began walking quickly down the hall.
Noah knew that Cole’s quick retreat wasn’t a brush off or anything cruel. He could hear it in the man’s voice that he was struggling, that he was barely keeping things together. This was a man who was not just angry, he was shattered.
He ducked into the bathroom, quickly washed up then got dressed and left.
He climbed into his truck and began the short drive back to his small home just outside of Denver and his mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions.
As he walked in his front door and gr
eeted his pitbull Charlie, he knew he was due to check in with Caleb to let him know if he was successful on his Op and was able to place the devices but he just needed a moment to decompress.
It wasn’t the fact the he had played the part of an escort for this Op and gotten fucked. No, he’d done that before – well, not the escort part but the getting fucked while undercover part. That wasn’t why everything seemed to be weighing so heavily on him as he walked down the hall into his bedroom, stripped off his clothes and stepped into his huge stone and glass shower.
No, he thought as he leaned a hand against the smooth rock wall, hung his head and let the hot water slide down over his body, it really wasn’t the sex. The sex was fine, good actually. It was the emotions from the man who had fucked him that were getting to him.
He had been told that this Cole guy was doing something bad, something to seriously fuck up this Kelly Braddock guy’s life and they needed to figure out why and stop him.
But after what happened in Cole’s living room? Noah knew there was more going on, a lot more. Something bad had happened to this Cole guy, something that hurt him so much that it changed how he viewed the world, it changed his entire outlook on life. Noah knew about shit like that, he knew about it firsthand. His experience with it was tattooed on his chest. He rubbed his fingers over the blackbirds, taking flight as they escaped their cage, the hearts more noticeable and a deeper, more prominent red the farther they got from that cage. A symbol that reminded him of his own escape from his own, personal prison.
That had been him so many years ago, trapped in what he thought was a loving relationship at the age of twenty-three with a man over a decade older than he was, a man who soon became controlling, driving him to and from work, taking his phone the second he walked in the door, changing the password on the wi-fi so Noah didn’t have access to it. And then, when that type of control hadn’t been enough for Jacob, he added his fists to his repertoire of control.
At first it was a slap across the face here, a twist of an arm there. But that soon escalated to more, and it became his constant fear and nightmare. It became numerous trips to the ER with contusions, broken ribs, wrists, arms, ankles, concussions, always with Jacob using his influence and authority to lie to the doctors and nurses about how Noah got his injuries. And he was so incredibly smooth about it that no one suspected a thing. Nobody would ever think that the handsome, debonair, powerful and well-respected attorney was a monster behind closed doors. So, Noah kept his mouth shut and never said a thing. He became a shell of his former self, believing that he was forever trapped in this hell.
But he was wrong.
It was the last incident, the one that Jacob hadn’t used his fist but had actually stabbed Noah in his side with a butcher knife (an ‘accident’ Jacob had told the doctors) - that was the one that had actually saved his life, even though he’d almost bled out. Because that was the one that brought Morgan Doyle into his life.
He still wasn’t sure how that had happened, Morgan refused to tell him. All he knew was that when he woke up from his surgery, he was in a private room with a guard posted outside, a man he’d never met, who turned out to be Morgan was sitting in the chair next to his bed reading on his tablet, and Jacob was nowhere to be found, well he was but he wasn’t allowed to get within a hundred yards of Noah thanks to the restraining order that Morgan had managed to have placed on the man.
When Noah was released from the hospital, Morgan didn’t drive him to Jacob’s place, nope. Instead he took him to his own sprawling home and offered Noah the guest room. And to Noah’s surprise, most of the meager things he had managed to acquire over his years with Jacob, mainly clothes, were already tucked away in that room.
At first Noah was afraid that he had traded one prison for another – that Morgan was just looking for a kept man that he could fuck.
But Noah had been dead wrong about that.
Morgan had never approached him sexually. Instead, he offered to train him, to help him get stronger and then he offered him a job with his security firm. That was a little over ten years ago. Noah had been with him ever since and he couldn’t think of going anywhere else.
Noah sighed and then slapped the heel of his palm against the square panel to shut off the water.
He grabbed a towel, dried off then pulled on a pair of gym shorts and grabbed his tablet as he sat on the bed and leaned against his padded headboard.
Charlie jumped up and laid his head on Noah’s thigh as he brought up Caleb’s contact info and pushed the button to connect the video call.
“Noah, my man! How did it go?”
Noah sighed and looked to the side.
“Uh-oh, what happened?”
Noah looked back at the man, “Nothing. I placed the items, one on his laptop, the other on the leg of the coffee table.”
“But.”
Noah hesitated, unsure of how much he should say.
“Would you prefer to talk to Morgan?” Caleb said, knowing that Noah and Morgan had a very close, father/son relationship.
“No,” Noah said as he rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s just that, he’s hurting, Caleb, bad. Something awful happened to him, something life changing, something that really damaged him and I’m thinking that maybe he somehow blames Kelly for it happening and that’s why he’s doing this.”
“Shit,” Caleb mumbled and then his fingers tapped over his screen.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m conferencing in Drake and JD. You need to tell them everything you just told me and everything that happened this evening.”
Thirty minutes later Noah flipped the cover closed on his tablet, set it on his nightstand and rubbed his hand on Charlie’s head. “How about we go for a run, bud?”
A run with his constant companion would clear his head.
At least he hoped it would….
Chapter Nine
After blinking his eyes like an owl for what felt like an eternity but was actually more like a few seconds, Blake’s seasoned, FBI brain finally kicked in and he stuck out his hand to Maynard ‘Tiny’ Murphy and somehow managed to say, “Blake Thornton.”
But the instant the other man closed his beefy hand around Blake’s and said, “Tiny Murphy,” and Blake felt a jolt of desire that shot straight from his fingers, through his chest and into his dick? He squeezed his other fist so hard he was certain there was now blood dripping on the floor. But if he hadn’t he would’ve groaned out loud and his knees would’ve buckled.
“So, Logan here tells me you’re going to be the one watching over me,” Tiny said.
Watching over you. Draped over you. Pinned under you. Any or all of the above….
“Uh, yeah, I guess I am.”
Smooth, Thornton, real smooth.
A grin broke out on Tiny’s face and, damn, the man was fucking beautiful when he smiled, “You’re a man of few words aren’t you, Blake Thornton?”
Blake blushed, “Sorry, this is my first assignment with the team. I probably shouldn’t tell you that but, yeah, whatever. I’m good at what I do, though,” he said as he jutted out his chin and puffed out his chest, defiance written all over his body.
“I’ll bet you are,” Tiny said with a smirk.
Oh god, was he flirting? It was bad enough that the man turned Blake inside out, but if he started flirting too?
For a man like Blake Thornton – a man who his career and following rules and not blurring the lines between employer and employee ever was what he lived by - combined with the glaring fact that this Tiny Murphy cranked every one of Blake’s here-to-for suppressed sexual desire buttons?
Blake knew he was so royally fucked.
He needed to shut this shit down right now.
“I need to lay some ground rules before we get started, Mr. Murphy,” he said as he internally raised every fucking shield he had…and tried to build new ones while he was at it, because he was going to need them.
“Absolutely, fire away.”
> “These men came to me because they saw something in me, something that I don’t even see in myself. But I’m here because I’m going to prove to them and to me that they made the right choice. And by taking this assignment, I swear to you that you will be the only thing that I will focus on until we catch this fucker. I will fight for you, I will bleed for you and I will die for you. But I will not flirt with you, I will not cross or blur that line between us. I’m here to do a job, to protect you, period, and I will not let my dick jeopardize your life or my job, not ever, am I clear?”
“Crystal,” Tiny said with a twinkle in his eye.
There, lines drawn, rules laid out, just the way Blake liked things, the way he’d always done things.
But why did he feel like shit this time around? Why did he feel like he was doing everything all wrong?
He had the sinking, scary feeling the answer to that question was staring back at him with beautiful, blinking green eyes that felt like they were trying to pull him in.
Chapter Ten
“Thank you for coming,” JD said as Kelly and Connor walked into the dining room that the team used as a meeting room. Drake was already at the table, as was their tech guy, Billy.
Both men began to sit down but then Kelly hesitated when he saw JD begin to pull the sliding doors closed. They never did that. He may be new to knowing these men but he had quickly learned that they were all as close as family and held no secrets from each other.
“What’s going on, you’re making me nervous,” he said as he glanced around.
JD leaned up against the doors, almost as if he were guarding the door, like he was worried that Kelly was going to try to run. And that’s when he knew that whatever he was about to hear was going to fucking hurt.
Kelly squeezed his eyes shut, “Just tell me,” he whispered.
He felt Connor, the man who had adopted him at eighteen and the only man he would ever see as a father, grip his hand. Thank god for this man next to him. If not for him, he never would’ve known what the word family truly meant. He sure as fuck couldn’t count the abusive, racist, homophobic fuck he had lived with for the first sixteen years of his life as family or a father. He shuddered to think that he even shared the same DNA with that asshole.
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