“Okay, let’s jump ahead to the murder.”
IT WAS crazier than Jaeger thought possible. He was protecting a kingpin’s nephew because he turned state’s evidence against his family after witnessing a murder. And the nephew had incriminating evidence against said family, and the fucking evidence was hidden in a statue on the family property. The same fucking property that was confiscated by the government after the arrests. Could things get any more complicated?
“So the murder… and how does Javi tie into all this?”
“Javi and I kept our relationship a secret. Like I said before, we only really saw each other socially at his club while in Mexico and then at another prominent gay club outside Santa Fe. I didn’t realize that my uncle and his father were mortal enemies, because they both wanted to be the king of the cartel. Javi used to joke that we were a match made in heaven, and if one of us were a woman, we’d marry and join the two families.”
“Didn’t his father know you were seeing each other? Or your uncle?”
“We kept everything pretty quiet, but then his father caught us in town together. He didn’t say anything to us at the time, but the look on his face said it all.”
“I’m surprised the bodyguards didn’t say anything to either family. After all, they were paid by them.” Jaeger found that little bit of revelation interesting, but kept it to himself. The full extent of the story still had to unfold, and he didn’t think even Wren knew all the 411.
“They never said anything as far as I knew. Maybe they didn’t care enough. After all, they were there to protect us from an enemy, not to stop us from screwing. But… not too long after we were caught, Señor Chino confronted Javi. Javi told me his father was furious and planned to send him away—not to a rehabilitation camp or anything like that, but to one of their other estates, so he could think about his life sans influence from me.” Wren took a deep breath, which telegraphed that his story would not end well.
Wren continued. “To say I was shocked was an understatement. I mean what fucking century are we in? A person can’t turn gay from another’s influence. But I could see Javi not going against his father, being the powerful man he was. And even though Javi supported himself with his club, the loss of your family, especially a close-knit Latin family, is a knife through the heart and a fate worse than death. The exile would tear the strongest person apart.”
“What happened when Jesus Chino confronted your uncle about the affair…?” Jaeger asked.
“Eventually Chino came to the house, which was most unprecedented. He came with only one bodyguard, which was also strange, but I guess, since they had personal business to discuss, not professional…. Anyway, Chino shouted at my uncle and told him that I made Javi gay. My uncle blew his shit at that preposterous allegation. Even he knew you couldn’t make someone fall for the same sex. The old nurture vs. nature. The shouts got louder, and I saw them fight. My uncle shot Jesus Chino in the chest.”
Two macho men fighting over the virtues of their heirs. But the story didn’t add up, and Jaeger was determined to discover the truth. He feared the two cartel kingpins had been manipulated and that an even bigger threat loomed.
“What ever happened to Javi? Did he stand by you?”
A sad look crossed Wren’s face, and his voice lowered to barely a whisper. “It didn’t end well.”
Jaeger catapulted himself from the desk chair, strode the short distance to the bed, and climbed on the end. He crawled his way to Wren, sat next to him, and pulled him into his arms to offer comfort. Wren had been through enough, and anything else could wait. His defeatist body language and solemn look gave Jaeger pause. It was clear that Wren believed what he said, and it wasn’t the time for Jaeger to dispute it. There would be plenty of time for that later.
“So, Wren O’Riley, how do you plan we get the flash drive that you hid under the saint if we have a week and a half to get you to New York? All flights, trains, any public transportation will be watched, so it’s not like we can stroll into a station and purchase a ticket.”
“Clarissa.” Wren’s matter-of-fact attitude stunned Jaeger. “I can tell Clarissa where the flash drive is. She doesn’t need to know what’s on it because I didn’t want to put her in danger with details, but she’ll know it’s very important.”
“Oh, fuck. What did you tell her, exactly?” Jaeger shifted in the bed and faced Wren They sat with their knees touching.
“Just that I had to go away and do something very important. I’d contact her when it was safe and tell her when it was time to send the drive to me at whatever address I gave her. She’d never betray me, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m more worried that your family or the Chino family suspect she knows something.”
“Clarissa never stayed too long when she visited—in any of our homes. Her dealings were more with my mother than anyone else.”
“How do we get word to her about sending the flash drive? We need it before we get to New York.”
“All I have to do is send her a text coded with an address, and she’ll get right to it. She plans to travel in Europe for a few months. She’s just waiting to hear from me before she goes.”
“Then let’s get word to her and have the package mailed.” He kissed Wren on the forehead, slipped from the bed, and snatched the laptop. “Time to make our move. So get some rest. We leave at three.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AS HE searched the map for the next place to stop for the night, Jaeger decided they needed to reenter the Adirondacks and head back to the cabin. Using one of the secure burner phones, he had Wren call his friend to retrieve the flash drive and mail it to a PO Box attached to the cabin in High Peaks.
“Risa. Don’t say who it is, please. Just listen carefully.”
“Are you alright? So much shit has hit the fan, amor. I’m worried.”
“I’m fine, but I need a very big favor.” Wren tried to keep calm so as not to frighten Clarissa.
“Anything. Dime. ¿Qué necesitas?”
“¿Recuerdas donde exploraraba en mi casa?”
“Sí, ¿Es necesario que yo vaya allá para ti?”
“Escondí algo debajo de nuestra estatua favorita y necesito que me lo envies a la dirección que te estoy enviando por mensajes de texto. Por favor, ten cuidado, y no permitas que nadie lo vea.”
“Mándame la dirección. Te quiero, amigo. Y que Dios te vele.”
Jaeger took the phone from Wren’s hands after he said good-bye to his best friend. Tears formed in Wren’s eyes, and Jaeger knew he wouldn’t relax until the flash drive was in hand and Clarissa was safely on her European trip.
Delivering to the PO Box was the only sure way Jaeger knew to receive mail at that juncture of the game. Barring any complications Clarissa would have the small drive in the mail the next day and then in their hands two or three days after that. They needed to lay low until then and scope out the post office for the next few days.
Jaeger booked them a motel room for three days, just outside the town of High Peaks. They were close enough to the town to maintain a routine and also close to the cabin. He needed to get back into the place and look around to see if anything had changed since he left the little exploding present. Hopefully his electronics had not been discovered and he could retrieve them, because he couldn’t access them with his laptop.
The motel was clean and full of tourists, which was a good thing. It meant they’d maintain the ability to blend in. They stopped at the local department store, and Jaeger purchased a few essentials—more jeans, shirts, socks, and underwear. Being on the run had not proven conducive to washing clothes, and Jaeger was loath to wear the same clothes over and over again.
“Do you think you’ll find anything at the cabin?” Wren took the tags off their purchases and folded the garments on top of the dresser. He chuckled when he noticed a new box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Jaeger had his priorities.
“Not sure, but I’m hoping the feed recorded
until the chip filled up before it shut itself down. Once I get that, we’ll also be able to tap into the cameras and watch for any movement.” Jaeger hoped. “Besides, we have to stay here for the next few days, anyway, in order to get the mail from your friend.”
“I can’t believe that the month is almost up. It feels like yesterday that I contacted the FBI, and then everything happened so fast. Once they realized what I had to offer was legit, the feds moved quickly. And now we’re about one week away from me testifying and probably never seeing you again.”
“We don’t know what’s going to happen yet. Let’s just take this one step at a time.”
“So.” Wren sashayed across the brown and tan carpet and invaded Jaeger’s space. Wren batted his long eyelashes at him, attempting an air of provocativeness. Damn if it didn’t work. “If we have to wait and need to kill some time, maybe we can make good use of the supplies you bought.”
Jaeger opened his legs to allow Wren to settle in the V. Wren carded his hands through Jaeger’s hair and gently massaged his scalp. The movement was erotic and sensual.
Jaeger reached for Wren’s belt, pulled the leather through the loops, and tossed it on the floor. He bent down and mouthed Wren’s denim-clad dick and sucked the rod, running his mouth up and down until a wet spot formed on the denim and the crown of Wren’s dick began to peek from his waistband.
“What did you have in mind?” Jaeger spoke as he continued the onslaught.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me come already. Too soon.”
Jaeger popped the button on Wren’s jeans and brought the zipper down slowly, one tooth at a time. “I thought you wanted to play games. This isn’t what you had in mind?”
“Please, Jaeger, don’t tease. I’m as hard as nails, and I’m going to bust a nut.”
At that, Jaeger pushed Wren out from between his legs, stood up, and directed Wren to the bed.
“Clothes off and spread yourself out for me in the center of the mattress.”
Wren demonstrated his eagerness by moving with lightning speed, which made Jaeger’s dick stand erect and take notice. He was willing to please, and Jaeger dreaded the thought of giving up such a willing bed partner when the job was done.
He’d been stringing Wren along with false promises of tomorrow and happily ever after, but Jaeger wasn’t one for settling down. His life was a solitary road where he only had himself to care for or worry about. He was a killing machine and a lone wolf. But for the moment, Wren was a good fuck and scratched Jaeger’s itch.
Jaeger quickly disrobed, except for the strap of leather on his wrist, and he stalked up the bed and hovered over Wren. With gorgeous, unblemished skin and sparkling green eyes, Wren was all that Jaeger’d once hoped to have in a life partner. But Jaeger had made hard choices with the knowledge that he would always be alone.
“Everything alright? You look far away all of a sudden.”
How could Jaeger live with himself, knowing that he was using Wren as a means to scratch an itch? His wrist ached and burned and his heart hurt, but that was the only way. Fuck ’em and leave ’em—especially the bad guys. Wren was damn lucky Jaeger believed his story or he might have left him along the side of the road for the vultures to pick at.
Why his sudden somber mood and melancholy? Jaeger wasn’t sure. He’d never felt so strongly for anyone before, let alone for someone he was supposed to protect. Those sentiments were bullshit and not part of his psyche. He needed to get as far away from Wren O’Riley as soon possible, and the only way to do that was to keep him safe and deliver him and the flash drive to the courthouse in one piece. But first….
“No. I’m fine.” Jaeger leaned down and licked a stripe up the base of Wren’s neck to his chin and nibbled along the way. He tasted like soap and sunshine—sweet and minty. Jaeger didn’t know how he’d let go when the time came.
Wren’s moans and pleas spurred Jaeger on. He sucked up marks and licked them to soothe the sting. He bit Wren’s earlobes and tongued the crevices of Wren’s ears and elicited tingles down Wren’s spine, if his movements were any indication.
Jaeger grabbed the lube, coated his fingers, and trailed past Wren’s balls until he knocked on Wren’s back door. He inserted a finger and moved in and out to oil the passageway. One finger led to two as Jaeger probed Wren while he took Wren’s dick into his mouth. Up and down, in and out, he stretched Wren’s ass and readied him for his dick. Wren writhed beneath him, and incoherent sounds emanated from his mouth.
“P-Please Jaeger. I can’t. I need.” Wren turned into a pile of goo.
He removed his mouth from Wren’s cock and his fingers from his ass and then gloved up and slathered lube on his condom-covered cock. “Grab the back of your knees and show me that ass.”
Wren showed him his well-oiled starburst, open and waiting for his dick.
“You look so beautiful—ready and waiting to take my dick. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll always remember me.” Jaeger held the base of his cock and teased Wren’s hole just enough to see the wrinkled muscle quiver with excitement.
“Now, Jaeger.” Wren’s eyes were a forest green and his pupils blown with lust.
To put Wren out of his erotic misery, Jaeger popped the ruddy crown of his cock into Wren’s channel. In one smooth motion, he bottomed out until his balls tickled Wren’s ass. Wren’s bright purple crown leaked precum and dribbled down his shaft, easing the way for Jaeger to jack him off as he pumped in and out.
“Feel good, baby? Does my dick make you see heaven?” Jaeger changed the angle until he hit—
“Jaeger.” Wren shouted his name. That was the spot Jaeger was going for. He struck Wren’s prostate, and the onslaught began as he nailed the small pleasure spot over and over. He bent Wren in half and pinned his knees to his ears. Then he released Wren’s dick, he took him by his ankles, spread him wide, and battered his ass again and again.
“Take your dick in your hand and jerk yourself off,” Jaeger commanded.
Sweat dripped down his face and onto Wren’s stomach and chest and mixed with his precum. The scents permeated the small room along with their grunts. Sweat and sex.
A tingle skimmed his balls as they drew up tight into Jaeger’s body. He was so close. Not a selfish lover, Jaeger held his desire for Wren to come first at the forefront of his thoughts.
“Come on, baby. Touch yourself into oblivion.” Wren timed his strokes with Jaeger’s thrusts. Fluid leaked from the tip of Wren’s dick, and he threw his head back. The corded muscles in his neck were tight and speckled with Jaeger’s love bites.
The grip Wren’s ass had on Jaeger’s dick was the only warning he received. Pulsating spurts of viscous liquid erupted from Wren’s dick as his ass clamped down on Jaeger’s cock. That caused Jaeger’s balls to fully harden, and his cum burst forth into the condom. They mingled sweat and cum on Wren’s belly and chest while Jaeger continued to spurt into the latex and empty his balls.
Still inside Wren, Jaeger returned Wren’s legs to normal position, speared his fingers through the cooling cum, and spread Wren’s seed on his torso. The only thing better would have been to come inside him sans latex, coating his channel and marking his territory. Jaeger had never before thought about doing that with anyone. But Wren brought forth all kinds of thoughts he previously never entertained.
Jaeger held the end of the condom, pulled out of Wren’s warmth, and strode to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. He quickly cleaned himself and then returned to the bed and made quick work of wiping Wren’s chest and stomach, as well as his asshole.
“Mmm. Thank you. Feels good.” Wren’s voice was wispy and soft and sounded almost dreamy.
“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough?” Jaeger had no desire to hurt Wren. That would happen soon enough.
“Never. I loved every minute of it. I’m just tired now.” Wren chuckled. “You wore me out. How about a nap?”
Jaeger pulled the sheet up and over them with Wren in front of him in the little spoon po
sition. If he had any sense, he’d get up from the bed and do something productive, but the thought of leaving Wren alone after he’d fucked his brains out didn’t sit right with him. He had to detach himself from Wren.
After a nap, they both felt refreshed and Jaeger was eager to head back to the cabin. Wren didn’t want Jaeger to leave him at the motel, but taking Wren into the lion’s den was a risk that would add to their already complicated situation.
The solitary drive brought Jaeger to the edge, and his thoughts wreaked havoc on him. His job was to protect, but his skill set was to kill. Somehow the two became blurred with his feelings for Wren.
Jaeger parked the vehicle down the road from the cabin and hiked his way back, mindful of anyone in the vicinity. The closer he marched toward the cabin, the more prominent the tingle in the base of his neck and the throbbing in his wrist.
He checked the perimeter and quickly found his well-placed cameras still functioning. So he opened his laptop, cued the feed, and downloaded the information from the cameras. Once he returned to the motel, he’d be able to watch any movement they recorded.
Once all the cameras were checked and the recordings were transferred, Jaeger carefully and quietly strode to the back entrance of the cabin. Everything appeared quiet and undisturbed. Someone had been there since they vacated because the broken windows and doors had been repaired and any trace of an explosion had been eradicated.
Had it only been a few days since they’d fled the premises? Things were occurring very quickly and becoming more complicated than he anticipated. Jaeger’s only consolation was that the cameras might lead him one step closer to finding out who was on the take and assisting the cartel. There were many missing pieces to the story and the truth was his priority. And then… he’d say good riddance to Wren O’Riley.
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