Operation Bravo

by Stormy Glenn

  Jack's gaze dropped to where we were connected. His eyes darkened as he drove his cock into me over and over again. If the thickening of his cock was anything to go by, Jack liked what he was seeing.

  I know I certainly was. My cock was so hard, I was afraid it might shatter if I touched it, but I didn't really need to touch it. I could feel myself barreling toward my orgasm like a runaway freight train without brakes.

  I cried out as I crested, my head pressing back into the mattress. The cum that shot out of my cock and splattered across my abdomen was squished between us as Jack leaned over me, pressing me back into the mattress.

  His teeth bit into my neck as his roar echoed around the room. I felt the warmth as Jack filled the condom with his release. His cock continued to throb and jerk inside of me for several moments.

  Jack didn't move. Just stayed right where he was for the longest time. Eventually, he lifted his head to look down at me. There was an almost imperceptible note of pleading in his face, but his dark eyes were hungry and lustful.

  "I'm not gay."

  The corner of my mouth pulled up into a slight grin as I patted Jack's sweaty back. "Okay, Jack."

  Chapter Five

  Jack was gone when I woke, but I expected nothing less. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt a little, because it did. Still, I had been surprised he'd stuck around as long as he had. His side of the bed was still warm.

  I had no choice but to take another shower. I had cum glued to my abdomen, and I didn't even want to think about how sore my ass was. If Jack planned on fucking me again—and I was certainly hoping he did—then he needed to learn about foreplay and stretching.

  I'd be happy to teach him.

  After taking a quick shower, I wrapped another towel around my hips and walked out of my room. I needed to get those clothes from Ian because I wasn't about to put my old clothes back on.

  I walked down the hallway and knocked on Ian's door. When he didn't answer, I walked downstairs. As soon as I reached the bottom, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. I followed that sound until I stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room.

  "Hey, you got something I can change into?" I asked the question of Ian, but my eyes were on Jack.

  The man didn't even acknowledge I was there. He wouldn't even look up at me. He just continued to sit there at the table, drinking his coffee.

  Whatever.

  "Go raid my dresser, but be quick," Ian said. "Breakfast is about ready."

  Hank chuckled. "Nice outfit."

  I glanced down at the towel I had wrapped around my waist. "Yeah, you think so? It's all the rage at MIT."

  Hank's chuckle grew louder. "I'll bet."

  Okay, now Jack was looking at me, and there was so much intensity in his gaze, he could have burned a hole right through me.

  "What do you think, Jack?" I asked because I was a perverse bastard. "Do you like my outfit?"

  Jack stood up, walked to the sink, and rinsed out his coffee cup before setting it on the dish drainer. His expression was a mask of stone as he walked by me, not saying a word.

  Oh well, I guess I couldn't win them all.

  "I should be about ten or fifteen minutes," I told Ian. "Is that quick enough?"

  Ian nodded. "The others should be here by then."

  Perfect.

  I swung around and marched back up the stairs to Ian's room. Having borrowed clothes from him before, it wasn't hard to find something. His jeans were a little loose, but they weren't falling down my hips. Same for the T-shirt I found. It was a little loose, but I wasn't swimming in it. Ian only had about ten pounds on me, so we were pretty much the same size.

  I carried both items back into my room, refusing to strip down in Ian's room. As easy as it was to borrow Ian's clothes, there were just some things that were best done in private. For me, dressing was one of them. Besides, I still needed my shoes.

  I was grabbed the second I stepped into my room. The door slammed behind me. I grunted when a heavy weight drove me down onto the bed. The towel was ripped off my hips and I was yanked onto my hands and knees.

  "Jack!" I cried out when two slick fingers were shoved into my ass.

  I knew it was Jack.

  I could smell his arousal.

  "You do this to me every fucking time," he snarled as he moved his fingers in and out of my ass several times before adding another one.

  At least he'd gotten that part right.

  "Do…do what?" I panted.

  "You make me fucking crazy."

  I wasn't sure that was a bad thing.

  Not if this was the result.

  When Jack pulled his fingers free, I held my breath. It blew out of me on a long groan when he filled my ass with his long cock. I'd been stretched this time, but there was still a bit of a bite as he pushed in.

  Jack was not a small man.

  Jack's fingers dug into my skin as he gripped my hips. That seemed to be something he did, although I suspected there was a reason behind it. He held on to me as if he was afraid I'd try and get away.

  If he only knew.

  Jack slowly pulled most of the way out then thrust back into me hard.

  I think I felt him in my throat.

  "I don't like you showing yourself to other people," he snarled as he snapped his hips, driving his cock into my ass again, harder, deeper. He started moving faster. "You won't do it anymore. Is that understood?"

  "Yes, Jack."

  God, whatever he wanted as long as he continued to fuck me.

  One of Jack's hands stroked over the rounded curve of my ass, caressing me. "Only I get to see this beautiful body. Understood?"

  "Jack." I curled my fingers into the blankets as pure delight fluttered to life in my chest. I cried out when Jack's hand came down on my ass, spanking me hard enough to leave an ache behind.

  "Understood?" Jack repeated.

  "Yes, Jack."

  Jack's hand caressed my ass cheek again before grabbing my hip. He started pounding into me so hard and so fast, I had to dig my fingers into the blankets to keep from being shoved forward. My ass was being brutally assaulted, and I loved every second of it. I was being used, fucked hard, and I was so aroused, I was about to combust.

  Jack let go of my hip and fisted a handful of my hair, yanking my head back until my throat arched. His hot breath beat down on my tender skin.

  "Come for me," he snarled right before his teeth sank into my shoulder.

  I screamed as the lightning rod pummeling my ass lit the fuse on my orgasm and it exploded through me like a raging forest fire. Jack grunted, and then a warmth heated my ass as he filled the condom.

  I panted heavily, trying to even out my breathing and losing the battle. That had been really intense. More intense than anything I'd ever felt. My ass ached. My hips ached. My shoulder ached. And I felt fucking great.

  "You bit me," I whispered.

  Jack licked at my shoulder before replying, "I like biting you."

  I smiled, having already figured that out.

  "I think you drew blood this time."

  "If I didn't, I'll do it next time."

  Why did that make my cock jerk and try to fill?

  "I looked up gay sex on the internet last night."

  "Oh yeah?" I asked as calmly as I could considering my insides were doing cartwheels.

  "I know I'm supposed to stretch you out like I did this time, but I didn't last night. Did I hurt you?"

  I smiled. "No, Jack. You didn't hurt me."

  "Okay, good. I never want to hurt you."

  I patted his chest. "You didn't. I promise."

  "You'll let me know if I do?"

  How sweet was that?

  "I'll let you know, Jack."

  "I'm still not gay."

  My smile grew. "Okay, Jack."

  * * * *

  Jack was gone by the time I got out of the shower. Again, I was not surprised, but I also didn't feel a pang of disappointment this time either. I knew Jack
would be back.

  I looked into the mirror and smiled when I saw the bite mark on my shoulder. He had gotten me good. "One of these days, I will wake up with you in my bed, Jack McDermott."

  It was a vow.

  I dressed then put my shoes on before pulling the blankets and sheets off the bed. I set them down next to the door. I'd wash them after breakfast. They smelled like male sweat and cum.

  I was a fan.

  I just didn't think Ian would be.

  There wasn't a power on earth that could have kept the smile off my face as I hopped down the stairs then walked toward the growing noise in the dining room. I was glad to see everyone had made it. Even Ewan was there.

  "Hey, all." I waved.

  "That was a little longer than ten minutes, Kaito," Ian said.

  "I know, but I wanted to take a shower first."

  I walked over to the sideboard and grabbed a plate, silverware, and a coffee cup. All of the food was on the table. I walked around and sat down next to Andrew. I wanted to sit next to Jack, but he was still denying he was gay and it wasn't my right to out him to everyone. That was a choice he had to make.

  Still, when the guy glanced in my direction, I couldn't help winking at him. Jack's jaw clenched as a red flush worked its way up his neck as he glanced away.

  Okay then.

  I scooped some food out onto my plate then poured myself some coffee. I enjoyed listening to the others get reacquainted as I ate my breakfast. This was one of the reasons I wanted everyone in the same place. Well, that, and the fact that we seemed to be safer together than when we were apart.

  After I finished eating, I pushed my plate away and reached for my coffee. "I hate to be a downer here, but has there been any developments since last night?"

  Ian shook his head. "Nothing yet."

  "I'm running a couple of computer programs to look into Carl Atkins. He may say that Robert Atkins was his uncle and the man died recently, but I want to know where he came from. I suspect that Carl Atkins was a name Atkins created in the same manner he created Robert Atkins."

  "It would be nice if we got some fingerprints on this guy," Andrew said. "We could run those, and then we'd really know who we were working with."

  "I'm pretty sure a man like Atkins has already thought of that," Cooper replied.

  "DNA then?"

  "Even if we had it, where would we run it?" Ian asked. "He'd have to have his DNA logged somewhere in order for it to spit something out."

  "True." Andrew nodded. "But if we had Carl's DNA, then we could run it against any other Atkins bastards who show up. And if you track down where Robert Atkins is supposed to be buried, we can run it against whoever is in his grave. We might even be able to prove if there is a familiar match."

  "That all sounds good," I said, "but how do we get his DNA? I know none of us are going to get anywhere close to him unless we let ourselves get captured." I quickly held a hand up when I heard several rumbling disagreements with that plan. "I wasn't suggesting it. I was just making a point."

  "No one is going to go out and get caught," Hank snapped. "Atkins has too many contacts in places around the world that we might not be able to rescue you from. I seriously doubt a former military man would be allowed into Dubai, you know?"

  Cooper chuckled. "You'd be surprised."

  I turned to look at the man. "You've been to Dubai?"

  "I have." Cooper nodded. "You'd be amazed where you can go if you grease the right palms."

  Considering how much money Atkins had and the things he did with it, no, I wouldn't.

  "So, we put the DNA thing on the shelf for now, but if the opportunity arises to scratch the rat bastard…" I shrugged. "I say go for it."

  "That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard."

  I slowly panned to look at Jack. "You have a better idea, genius?"

  "Yeah, we find this jackass and center tap his ass."

  "As joyful as that sounds, how do you intend to find Atkins?" I asked as I turned and gave Jack my full attention. "You know as well as every man at this table that we've been looking everywhere for him, and even though we now know he's in the States, we still can't find him. So, how are you going to find him, Jack? Your magic eight ball?"

  Jack's jaw firmed for a moment before he snapped, "It's certainly better than sitting around and talking it to death. It's like you just like to hear your lips flap."

  "There are a lot of things I like to do with my lips, Jack. Flapping them is not one of them." I smirked as I raised an eyebrow. "At least not without a good reason."

  I heard a couple of snickers, but watching Jack's eyes go cold made me realize snarking at him might not have been my best move. Tensions were high right now, especially between the two of us.

  When Jack got up and stormed out of the room without another word, I suspected there was an apology in my future.

  Damn it.

  Chapter Six

  "Hey, Kaito, can I talk to you for a moment?"

  I glanced at Hank. "Sure. What's up?"

  Hank nodded his head toward the far corner of the room. My eyebrows lifted, but I followed him over. The room was emptying as everyone went back home or off to do other things. The conversation had fizzled after Jack had stormed out.

  He was partially right. There was no sense in sitting around and rehashing everything we already knew. If we discovered something new, we could all gather again and figure out where to go from there.

  "Is something wrong, Hank?" I asked when I saw the frown on the man's face.

  "I want you to stop fucking with Jack," Hank said. "I need his head in the game right now."

  I blinked at the man. "I'm sorry, what?"

  Had Jack said something to Hank?

  "Stop messing with him, just until this is over, okay? Once we've dealt with Atkins, you can go back to being a bitch, but for right now, I need Jack's head here and not on trying to get away from you."

  I rubbed my hand over my sternum, feeling a slight pain there. Hank thought I was a bitch? "Okay, Hank."

  "I appreciate it."

  I stared after the man as he walked away. There wasn't anything to say because I didn't know what I'd say if I could. Yes, I was snarky. Yes, I was stubborn. Yes, I rebelled against authority or basically anyone trying to tell me what to do.

  I just never realized that made me a bitch.

  "What was that all about?"

  I turned to look at Jack then took a deep breath before reply, "Hank asked me to stop fucking with you."

  "What?" Jack's face flushed, and his eyes grew a little wild as they darted after Hank then back to me. "You told him? How could you do that?"

  "Told him?" Where in the hell was this coming from? "Jack, wha—"

  "I knew I never should have trusted you."

  "Jack!" I felt a pain in my chest like my heart had just exploded.

  "You had no right," Jack snarled. "I told you I wasn't gay."

  "Considering you had your dick in my ass not an hour ago, I'm pretty sure you are."

  "That was just fucking, and it's not like there are any women around here."

  I sucked in a very painful breath. "Are you saying you fucked me because I was convenient?"

  "I'm not gay!"

  I had never been so angry before in my life, or so heartbroken. I didn't think in terms of everlasting love with Jack, but I thought we might have had something together, even if it was just for a little while. Apparently I was wrong.

  Really, really wrong.

  I leveled a stone-cold stare at Jack, hoping he didn't see how broken I felt inside. "I've never felt like a whore before now. Thank you for that. But now that I know how it feels, I think I'll skip it in the future. Besides, I wouldn't want to infect you with my gayness. You never know what it might lead to. You could actually grow a heart."

  I was proud of myself that I was able to walk away without tripping or dropping to my knees and begging Jack to take back his words. I knew he wouldn't. He might enjoy fucking m
e, but he didn't like me as a person and he sure as shit didn't want to be associated with me. He certainly seemed to go out of his way to avoid me.

  Fuck him.

  I didn't need some bastard who refused to admit he liked fucking another man. Jack might be able to convince himself he was just experimenting or something, but I knew better. He had enjoyed what we did together way too much to be straight.

  I stormed out of the house and started striding down the sidewalk at a fast pace, my anger and hurt spurring me on. I couldn't believe I had been taken in so much by the guy. It was clear that he was not only an idiot, but a man with no sense of honor.

  Using me because no women were around.

  Fucking bastard.

  I didn't hate Jack, but I was growing damn close. I hadn't expected hearts and roses from the guy, but a little human decency might have been nice. Maybe that's why he had decided to fuck me, because he didn't think gay men had any morals. He thought I was a whore. He'd made that perfectly clear.

  I obviously needed to go back to Massachusetts.

  Shit!

  I hadn't realized I had walked so far away from Ian's house until two men climbed out of the dark sedan and started toward me. I didn't know what their intent was, but I knew I wasn't sticking around to find out.

  I turned and ran.

  I screamed when something pricked me in the neck. I stumbled when my legs grew weak and wobbled. I fell to my knees. My hand trembled as I reached up and slapped my neck. I pulled something out. I frowned at the feather tipped dart right before I dropped to the ground.

  "Ian!" I screamed in my mind, not sure if he would hear me or not.

  I couldn't do anything to prevent them from grabbing me, but I could bury the dart into the crack in the sidewalk. Hopefully, someone would spot it when—or if—they came looking for me.

  I didn't know what was in it, but I did know it made it impossible for me to move. I was still fully conscious, just immobile. I felt every bump and jerk as I was carried back to the sedan and laid down in the backseat.

  I heard shouting as we drove away.