Jaeger

by Evelise Archer

  Jaeger leaned in and inhaled the musky scent of Wren’s neck. He flicked his tongue out and ran it down to Wren’s shoulder. Wren started to stir and exposed more of his flesh. Not unaffected by Jaeger’s ministrations, Wren’s dick began to peek from the waistband of his underwear, and a small droplet had formed on the slit.

  “Mmm. Feels good. Morning.” Wren’s sleepy voice was sexy and his accent more pronounced.

  “If you want me to stop, you need to tell me right now. Because if we go any further….”

  “No, don’t stop. I want to feel your mouth on me, your cock in my ass.” Wren stretched his arms above his head to give Jaeger more room.

  Jaeger bit down on the right nipple, tugged, and shook his head like a puppy. He stretched the peak and sucked, Wren lifted his chest, arched his back, and forced himself against Jaeger’s mouth. Then Jaeger nibbled and bit the other side, completed the same task, and elicited a similar response from Wren.

  “Fuck. You’re going to make me come just from that mouth of yours on my nips.”

  Jaeger released his prey.

  “What are you doing? Why’d you stop?”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging. I am going to make you come just from doing what I’ve been doing, and then I’m going to enter you and pound your ass.”

  Wren nodded, and his eyes almost closed as he took deep breaths to stave off his orgasm.

  “Reach over and grab the lube for me.” Jaeger took the new position as his opportunity to insert his wet digit into Wren’s ass and finger him. When Wren jumped, he chuckled. “Let’s get you ready for my cock too.”

  Once again flat on his back, Wren parted his legs, allowed his knees to drop to either side and lifted them to fully open himself for Jaeger and put his taint on display. Jaeger kept his finger in Wren’s ass, and took the lube from him. He slowly removed the inserted digit and put on the latex glove. Then he clicked open the cap, poured it onto his fingers, and reentered Wren’s channel with three fingers and began to scissor them to make room for his cock.

  He leaned over and whispered onto Wren’s lips. “I’m not even going to touch that special button inside you, and I’ll still make you come—just from sucking on your nipples.”

  Wren whimpered and tossed his head back. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. Jaeger resumed the nip torture—biting, sucking, laving with his tongue—while he opened Wren’s ass. He’d wait for Wren to shoot his cum and then drive himself in to the hilt. His own dick leaked in the condom, and Jaeger wondered if he’d be able to last.

  Soon Wren’s whimpers turned to pleas as he begged Jaeger to push him over the edge.

  “You’ll come from only my mouth on you and my fingers inside you.” Jaeger stopped stretching Wren’s channel and simply glided his fingers in and out in a rhythm to the steady heartbeat in his chest—smoothly in and smoothly out. Soon Wren’s ass clamped down on his fingers. Jaeger released Wren’s red and raw nips and watched precum slither down Wren’s cock and pool in his short, dark pubes. His fingers struggled to move in the vise of Wren’s ass, but he managed to continue the slide and never touch his prostate.

  “How we doing, babe?” Jaeger was very pleased with Wren’s efforts to not come and his own ability to make the man lose it.

  “I can’t hold on any longer. You’re actually going to fucking make me come from nipple play and your damn fingers in my ass.”

  “You should see how beautiful you look right now with my fingers hanging out of you and your dick leaking for me. Just relax and let it happen.”

  With a few more strokes along his channel, Wren shot his load and screamed Jaeger’s name. Jaeger quickly removed his fingers, brought Wren’s ass onto his thighs, and placed his dick at the dark entrance. Still in the throes of his orgasm, Wren resisted his intrusion as his ass grasped for something that wasn’t there, but Jaeger was not to be deterred. Opening his hole with his thumbs, Jaeger filled Wren’s ass in one motion until he was balls deep.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Wren’s mantra filled the empty space in the room.

  Jaeger took Wren with a force that made them slide across the mattress until Wren’s head pressed against the headboard. In and out he pounded, changing the angle of his strokes and finally touching the magic button that was sure to send Wren into orgasmic heaven once again. Already on the cusp of his own impending unraveling, Jaeger was determined to make Wren come again. Wren’s dick was still hard, and Jaeger pulled and tugged with the beat of his thrusting. One, two, three more times, and Jaeger shot into the condom while Wren released his seed again on his chest and belly.

  Every muscle in Jaeger’s neck strained as he spurted. The stranglehold Wren held on him made it almost impossible to move. Their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breath and allow their racing hearts to return to normal.

  Jaeger smiled down at Wren and wiped the line of sweat from his nose and eyelids. He reached for the condom, pulled out, and tossed the latex into the trash can at the side of the bed. Then he grabbed the edge of the sheet, wiped the sticky cum from Wren’s chest and stomach, and flopped on his back at Wren’s side.

  “I just need a minute before I attempt to move.” Jaeger peered at Wren from the corner of his eye.

  “I’m sorry, Jaeger.”

  Jaeger knew what Wren was talking about, but nothing could be done about it. Wren had no control over his fucked-up family, and maybe what he was about to do would change his life and theirs.

  “Nothing to do but move forward. We wait for the flash drive before we head back to the city and wait for the trial.”

  “And after that?” Jaeger knew Wren wanted promises, but he wasn’t prepared to give them.

  “I don’t know.” That was the first honest thing Jaeger’d said in a long time.

  THE TWO-DAY wait for the flash drive seemed to drag by, but they had no choice. Once it arrived with a note from Clarissa informing Wren she was leaving the country, Jaeger knew it was time to travel back to New York City. But first he wanted to go back to the cabin for one last look around. No one had shown up since he checked the outside feeds a few days prior, not that he expected anyone, but he preferred not to leave a trace.

  Jaeger checked out of the hotel, drove to the former safe house, and killed the engine. Wren hadn’t said much since they retrieved the flash drive. Their time together was nearly finished, and neither man knew what the outcome would be. Wren still had a long and arduous trial ahead of him—a trial that could take months—and Jaeger still had his job. But in light of his plan to expose SAC Chase as a cartel informant, retirement was looking more and more likely.

  Jaeger made quick work of reclaiming the bug he’d installed in the communications room and smashed it beneath his boot. Leaving Wren in the large living space, he circled the outside of the dwelling and recovered the hidden cameras. But the sound of tires crunching on gravel startled him as he made his way back to the front of the cabin. A black luxury car, out of place in the Adirondacks, sluggishly made its way toward the entrance of the cabin. Tinted windows and distance precluded Jaeger from identifying its occupants, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know.

  Motherfucker, Chase must have bugged the cabin and had men close by in case he and Wren returned. Jaeger had never scanned for the offending devices. His head was totally fucked up and warped by his obsession with Wren. That’s where mistakes were made and the nightmares began. One screwup could easily cost Wren or both of them their lives.

  With the car perilously close, Jaeger had no time to get Wren out the front door. Wren was trapped in the house, so Jaeger immediately went to the back door, which was securely locked. There was no way in except through the front door. Not wanting to give away his position, Jaeger slunk to the side and waited. Phone in hand he planned to record the proceedings, and he hoped Wren could keep the men occupied before they killed him.

  Wren must have also heard the car, because the front door flew open and he stepped out and stood transfixed on
the porch, frozen in his tracks. The vehicle stopped not five yards from the wooden steps, and three of the doors opened—driver, front seat passenger and backseat passenger all exited the vehicle. Jaeger immediately recognized the driver—Luis Calderon, the Rincón muscle.

  The backseat passenger extricated himself from his position—the third man in the video—still unknown to Jaeger. Much like he’d previously dressed, the beefy man sported slacks, a freshly pressed shirt, and a tie and jacket. His slicked-back hair only added to his ominous appearance. He was definitely out of place in the Adirondacks.

  The passenger door opened, and a stunning man, maybe in his late twenties, exited the car and came around the other side to stand next to Latin number two. Side by side there were similarities—they were definitely related, but the resemblance stopped there. The passenger was gorgeous. His white linen suit was flawlessly pressed, and dark boots and a mahogany-brown leather belt accented the outfit. His black hair was stylishly coiffed, and his curls hung loosely around his face.

  He looked around the area and pointed left and right, indicating the other men should check the perimeter. Jaeger scampered to the tree line while the men took a quick walk and then returned to the car and once again stood at attention. The passenger nodded to the men and then turned his attention to the porch where Wren O’Riley stood ramrod straight with his mouth agape.

  “Wren, mi amor,” Jaeger heard the man say. The smooth cadence of his voice would make a nun give up her virginity. “It has been too long. Aren’t you going to invite me in, or should we play this out here in the open? I know your marshal is close. I doubt he’d have left you.” With a wave of his hand, the man dismissed his own thoughts. “Very well. Cat got your tongue? We can chat here, and then I’ll be done with you.”

  Jaeger bided his time. It was apparent the man had much to say, so he’d wait, record with his phone, and then make his move.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  WREN SHOOK. His body was in complete astonishment and his system on overload. His eyes deceived him, played tricks on him in the sunlight. After all he’d been through, that was how he’d meet his demise. He hoped his mother would forgive him and know how much he loved her. He even wanted his uncle’s forgiveness… if he made it that far.

  Luis stared at him menacingly with his black beady eyes. The bandage on his forehead made him look tougher and more startling. Luis, a man who worked for his uncle, was also the betrayer. In cahoots with…. The light switched on, and Wren realized Luis was the person who informed Javier of his father’s death at the hands of Juan Rincón.

  Wren recognized the second man, Cristobal Chino. He was a tormenter of men and women alike. He’d shoot you as soon as look at you or fuck you. Javi had always said the man was a Tasmanian devil in disguise with a mean streak a mile long. Many a night in the club, Wren witnessed Cristobal’s wrath against some poor, unsuspecting patron or worker who faltered in his job. A slap, a punch, a kick.

  But, it was the other man who drew Wren’s attention. Standing before him like the angel of death in white was his former lover, Javier Chino. His dead lover—the one who left the note professing his undying love, but claiming he just needed time to come to terms with all that had occurred—was not so dead.

  “Amor, say something. You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Javi walked slowly up the wooden steps until he was but two feet in front of Wren. He sauntered with an air of arrogance, untouchable. The light breeze moved a curl, and he swiped it off his cheek.

  “Javi. I don’t understand. I was told you died in a car accident. You left a note. Your father. I decided to testify and bring justice for what they did to you.” Wren couldn’t complete a single sentence or thought. His brain was scrambled.

  “My dearest Wren, you are so naïve.” Javi reached out his hands, which once caressed Wren’s body and jacked him off in their corner booth.

  Wren jumped back and shouted, “What do you mean, I’m naïve? Please, Javi, explain.”

  “Wren, you were an end to justify my means. A pawn in the game of life. Did you think I didn’t know who you were when you walked into my club? I wondered how my final plan was to come to fruition, and you, my love, handed it to me on a silver platter. The gods shined upon me that night and opened the doors to the pearly gates, allowing me to come full circle and forge ahead. You were the nephew of Juan Rincón, the most powerful man in the cartel, even more powerful than my father, and I wanted it all.”

  Wren hoped that Jaeger was nearby and had a plan, because right then he was in shock.

  “You knew what your father did for a living?” Javi always told Wren that his father was in import-export and that he didn’t want anything to do with the family business. He was happy running the club with his psycho brother. Psycho—Wren’s word, not Javi’s.

  “My father may have been the head of the family, but I was the brains. I never had any intention of just being a club owner. Although I must say, the establishment proved fortuitous to meeting new connections and running some of my business. Even procuring a fuck or two. I bided my time until I could take over and rid the family of him.

  “Jesus Chino was weak—the crown prince of the family by default after his own father perished before his time. It was simply incidental that I never had to pull the trigger. Your uncle took care of that for me. My father played right into my hands when I accidentally let it slip that you and your uncle had business out of state. It would give me time to think, I told him, while you were temporarily away.

  “My poor inconsolable father confronting Rincón, blaming you for turning me into a maricón. The gall.” Javi chuckled menacingly. Wren expected him to rub his hands together like the villain of an old black-and-white movie.

  “It was too good to be true when he went to New York. I cried, begged, did everything a distraught and sorrowful son should do to persuade my father not to go. But alas, he didn’t listen.” Javi nonchalantly waved a hand.

  “Your uncle killed him, leaving the family business in my hands. You see, Cristobal, even though he’s the oldest, never had an interest in taking over. He’s happy being the muscle and cracking heads. But me? No. I saw the future. I had vision. And that vision included combining the Rincón empire with the Chino empire. I just needed you, your uncle, and my father out of the way. So, with a little help from Luis, who now works for me, by the way, I was able to pull it off. Which brings us to this point.”

  Wren lunged at Javi, pounded his fists into his chest, and beat him as tears streamed down his face. Javi had calculated every move, and he manipulated Wren like a puppeteer stringing along the marionette. And Wren fell for every action.

  “You loved me. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. How could you be such a cold-hearted bastard? Did you feel nothing for me?” Wren composed himself and stepped back, ashamed that he’d let Javi see his distress. Cristobal and Luis had quickly made it to the bottom of the steps, but Javi called them off.

  “You were a good fuck. You had that going for you. Very giving in bed and an ass made for my dick. But other than that…. I needed you to serve a purpose, and you did. Nothing more, nothing less.”

  “But the crash… the letter.”

  “I needed to throw you off the scent and become so distraught that you’d turn against your own family. Lucky for me you played right into my hands and did just what I hoped. I faked my own death. Cristobal found me a nice waiter to place in the exploding vehicle, and then I had false dental records drawn up to identify me as the deceased. I’m truly appreciative to the young man who gave his life to assist me in my endeavors.”

  Wren felt physically sick to his stomach. He leaned over and heaved, expecting vomit to spew from his mouth, but he only tasted the acidic bile that churned in his stomach and made its way up his esophagus. He couldn’t believe the shit that was pouring from Javi’s mouth. He was delusional. He not only orchestrated the killing of his own father, but that of an innocent man. Wren didn’t know him at all. How many peop
le had Javi killed for his own, personal gain? He was a psychopath—smooth, suave, and a killer.

  “What happens now, Javi? You kill me? And the marshal? You were after me this entire time, not my uncle?” Wren needed to stall. Jaeger was out there and still his only chance at survival.

  “Now? Now, yes, I kill you. I plan to take a more hands-on approach and tie up my own loose ends. And no, your dear uncle was not after you. Once you’re gone I’ll take care of your uncle. He’ll have an unfortunate accident on the way to his trial. SAC Denver Chase will see to that. It’s always a coup when you have a federal employee in your back pocket. What people won’t do for a little bit of money. They sell their soul. And your mother….”

  Wren lunged at Javi and wrapped his hands around his former lover’s throat. He shook and spittle came from his mouth as he gritted his teeth and said, “Leave my mother alone, or I swear with every ounce of my being I will find a way to kill you with my bare hands.”

  Cristobal grabbed Wren from behind and flung him across the porch to land on his ass.

  Javi coughed and then straightened his impeccably white suit jacket and smoothed the creases. “I always liked your mother. A saintly woman. No harm will come to her as long as she stays put and never tries to interfere with my operation. As for your marshal—his day will come. If he leaves you here to die on your own, so be it. But know that his days are numbered as well. Denver Chase will see to that.”

  Javi turned to face Cristobal and Luis and specified, “Bring him along.”

  THAT WAS Jaeger’s opportunity. If he didn’t act then, they would take Wren, kill him, and dump his body for the scavengers to pick his bones. Finding out Chase was mixed up in this fucked-up situation was bad enough, but Wren’s discovery of his former lover, Javi, was devastating. Jaeger was sure Wren would crack.

  Luis moved up the steps from the side and faced Jaeger. The burly man lumbered up two steps before Jaeger was able to take his shot. He would only get one opportunity, but fending off two assailants was better than three.