Topping the Alpha
TRIDENT SECURITY BOOK 4
BY SAMANTHA A. COLE
Topping the Alpha
Copyright (c) 2015 Samantha A. Cole
All Rights Reserved.
Topping the Alpha is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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The story within these pages is completely fictional but the concepts of BDSM are real. If you do choose to participate in the BDSM lifestyle, please research it carefully and take all precautions to protect yourself. Fiction is based on real life but real life is not based on fiction. Remember-Safe, Sane and Consensual!
Any information regarding persons or places has been used with creative literary license so there may be discrepancies between fiction and reality. The Navy SEALs missions and personal qualities within have been created to enhance the story and, again, may be exaggerated and not coincide with reality.
The author has full respect for the members of the United States Military and the varied members of law enforcement and thanks them for their continuing service to making this country as safe and free as possible.
Table of Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Coming in 2016 – Watching from the Shadows
About the Author
Other Books By Samantha A. Cole
Connect With Me
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to my Beta-readers — Abby, Charla, Jessica, and Julie. As always, without you, this book would never have been ready for publication.
Thanks to my editor, Eve Arroyo, for helping to make this book the best that it could be.
Thanks to the Trident Security Series readers and fans, for loving the Sexy Six-Pack as much as I do.
CHAPTER 1
Nick Sawyer flipped on the lights and closed the door to his hotel room. Striding across the room, he unbuttoned the jacket of his Navy dress whites and tossed it on the back of a chair near the windows as he kicked off his spit-shined shoes. His brother’s fiancée—now wife—had insisted the men in the bridal party wear their formal uniforms, and Nick prayed when his oldest brother, Ian, got married, his future sister-in-law, Angie Beckett, agreed to elope. After years of being in combat gear, T-shirts, sweats, or jeans, dressing up in his monkey suit was irritating as hell—especially in the heat and humidity of Florida, the weekend after Labor Day.
Entering the bathroom, he pulled his white tee over his head and dropped it next to the sink, then took a piss in the toilet. He flushed and washed his hands before heading back out to the main room. It was oh-two-hundred hours and he was still nicely buzzed from an evening of partying. Devon and Kristen had thrown a big shindig for their wedding, but Nick knew most of it, if not all of it, was Kristen’s idea. Devon had collared her in a BDSM ceremony at the club he owned with Ian, and would’ve been happy with a quickie ceremony with one of the Tampa justices of the peace to make it legal. But his brother loved the woman and a man in love would do anything to see his significant other happy.
Seconds after Nick flopped face first onto the king-sized bed, there was a knock at his door, eliciting a growl from his chest. Wishing he could just yell ‘come in’, he sighed and stood again to answer it, figuring it was either Ian or their dad. He turned the knob and pulled, shock punching him in the gut at the sight before him. It wasn’t his brother or father. It was Jake. Jake Donovan—his brothers’ teammate in the SEALs and now in their operative business, Trident Security. Otherwise known by his call sign from the Navy—Reverend. And, fuck, the man was hot. As uncomfortable as Nick had been in his dress uniform, Jake looked completely at ease in his. And hot. Had he mentioned that already?
“Hey.” Was that all he could say to the sexy-as-sin man standing in front of him?
He watched as Jake’s emerald-green eyes traveled downward, taking in Nick’s bare chest, sculpted abs, open belt buckle, and everything below it. His breath hitched as the man’s intense gaze returned to his face, and his cock began to swell at the heat he saw there.
“Mind if I come in?”
Holy shit! Nick knew exactly what Jake was asking. It was what he’d been fantasizing about all night. Him…Jake…together. Holy shit! “Um, yeah.”
He took a step to the side and opened the door wider. As Jake brushed past him, Nick inhaled deeply and his cock twitched against the material of his pants. The man smelled incredible—like a forest, fresh from a morning rain, combined with a hint of leather—and he wondered what cologne it was. Letting out a long exhale, he shut the door before turning around and…
Fuck! Jake was lying on his side along the bottom of the bed with his head propped up in his hand. Posing like that, he could be modeling for a magazine. He certainly had the body for it, and the only thing marring his beautiful, sculpted face was a small scar next to his left eye, but it only enhanced his good looks. The top two buttons of Jake’s white dress coat were undone, revealing the collar of his T-shirt and a few light strands of chest hair. Nick’s mouth watered as his legs became weak.
What was it about this man which made him want to drop to his knees and beg? Nick had always been the alpha in every relationship he’d had since he joined the Navy at eighteen, but Jake had him yearning to submit in every way. He knew all about the BDSM club his brothers owned, and Jake was a member of. He’d even been inside a few times and cleared to play, but he never did…play, that is. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen any guy he could get interested in, because there had been a few good-looking men who’d caught his eye. What was holding him back were the facts that he didn’t quite understand the draw to the lifestyle, and he also hadn’t come out to his family yet. And hooking up at The Covenant was not the way he wanted to do it. He knew his parents and brothers would have no problem with him being gay, so why he hadn’t come out to them was a question he kept asking himself. But with Jake Donovan in his hotel room with blatant desire in his eyes, Nick didn’t give a shit about anything else at the moment.
“I was…” He cleared his throat. “I was just getting ready for bed.” Shit, that sounded so fucking lame. Get a grip, Sawyer.
“Really? Then don’t let me stop you. Please continue.”
The whiskey-laced voice sent shivers down Nick’s spine and he didn’t move a muscle. He knew Jake was ordering him to undress, but he was being held in place by his penetrating stare. Those eyes seemed to
delve straight into his soul, trying to figure out what made him tick, nonetheless still hiding the man’s own secrets behind a shroud. Swallowing hard, Nick crossed his right arm over his chest and grabbed the opposite elbow. It was a defensive, yet unsure stance, and he watched as Jake’s pupils widened in unadulterated lust. Nick felt like a sheep being eyed by a hungry wolf and his breathing and pulse rates increased. “I…um…”
He didn’t know what to say. He wanted this man in the worst way and he was sure the feeling was mutual. They’d been avoiding each other all night, but their eyes had met hundreds of times over the last ten hours or so. It had been a few years since they’d seen each other. Since SEAL Team Three was based out of Coronado, California, Nick hadn’t had many opportunities to get to Tampa. The few occasions he’d made the trip to the Sunshine State, Jake had been out of town on different assignments each time. Nick had arrived in Florida two days ago and been floored by the hunk when they first saw each other at the bachelor party later that night. He’d always thought the guy was good-looking, but the sudden attraction, which had hit Nick over the head this time, was stronger than anything he’d ever felt before.
Jake was four inches taller than Nick’s six-foot-one, and at about two-ten, had around fifteen pounds more muscle—in fact, lean sinewy muscle would be a more accurate description. His medium brown hair was a little longer than Nick remembered and he longed to run his fingers through it to see if it was as silky as it looked. At the party the other night, which was held at Donovan’s, a pub owned by Jake’s brother, the man had sported a two-day growth of whiskers on his chiseled face. He’d since shaved for the wedding, and Nick wasn’t sure which way he preferred, because both were sexy as hell.
He flinched when Jake leapt from the bed and stalked toward him—the wolf had morphed into a panther, but the same hunger was displayed in his eyes. The man hadn’t missed the involuntary jerk and an evil grin spread across his handsome face. How long had Nick been standing there staring? Seconds? Minutes? Eons? He retreated until his back hit the wall and he had nowhere else to go—not that he wanted to escape. Hell, no!
Jake bit his lower lip, his gaze roaming Nick’s face. “Let me help you finish getting ready.”
Praying he wouldn’t embarrass himself, Nick almost came in his boxer briefs when the man’s hand reached for the open belt buckle and pushed it out of the way. An arm crossed his chest and held him prisoner against the wall. All he could do was clench his fists as they hung heavy at his sides while his boiling blood surged through his veins. The rich, smoky scent of Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel hit his nose, however, Jake showed no signs of intoxication…well, maybe he was a little buzzed, but no more than Nick.
Jake’s face moved closer and Nick licked his lips in anticipation. He felt the zipper of his pants being lowered over his throbbing erection and once again he prayed he wouldn’t cum prematurely. That hadn’t happened since he was fifteen and he sure as hell didn’t want it happening now. Not with this man. Puffs of breath caressed his mouth and chin when Jake stopped inches from where Nick wanted him.
“You ready to be topped, little boy? Because I’m going to dominate you and you’re going to submit to my every whim.”
Nick stiffened and tilted his chin in defiance. “I’m not a boy.” He wished he’d also added the fact he wasn’t a submissive, but the Dom before him wouldn’t have believed him anyway. This man was the only person who’d ever made him feel submissive, made him want and need in ways he’d never known, and he unsuccessfully fought the feeling in his gut.
“Tonight you are. Tonight you’re my boy and I’m going to fuck my boy any and every way I want.”
Nick never had a chance to respond as Jake’s mouth came down hard against his and…
“Sir? Excuse me, sir?”
Shaking his head, Nick opened his eyes to see the blonde-haired, first-class stewardess staring at him. He glanced down quick and was relieved to see the book he’d been reading was open on his lap and hiding his painful erection. He looked back up with a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
She gave him a thousand-watt smile which he was sure had heterosexual males drooling all over her. It did nothing for him. “We’re getting ready to land, sir. Please put your seat and tray-table up.”
Nick reached for the lever and sat forward, wincing as his jeans tightened further in the crotch. The memory of that incredible night two months ago faded away and he wondered what Jake would say when he saw him again. He was on a four week leave and instead of visiting his parents and old friends in Norfolk, Virginia, he’d decided to take a chance and spend the time off in Florida. He hoped he was doing the right thing.
CHAPTER 2
His frustration mounting, Jake paced back and forth in the baggage claim area. Ian had sent him to the airport to pick up his brother, Nick, and bring him back to the Trident Security compound. He would’ve refused his boss if he could, but there was no one else available. Ian had to take a last minute conference call with the Pentagon and Jake couldn’t come up with a valid excuse to avoid the errand, so here he was. Pacing…and waiting.
Fuck! What the hell was he supposed to say to the guy? Hey, thanks for the romp in the sack two months ago, but it’s not going to happen again. You were a great fuck, but that’s all it was—a one-night-only fuck. Maybe something a little less crude, however, that was pretty much the gist of it. Maybe the guy wouldn’t even mention it. Yeah, that was a fruitless prayer.
He stopped and glanced up at the monitor for the hundredth time since his arrival fifteen minutes ago. American Airlines flight 1780 from San Diego was officially at the gate. It was about fucking time. His stomach clenched tight as his heart rate sped up. Running his fingers through his hair, he began pacing again. Maybe Ian had an out-of-town assignment he could go on for the next four weeks. Just until Junior went home. He almost chuckled at the nickname, knowing the youngest Sawyer brother would hate it, but at twenty-five, nine years Jake’s junior, it’s what Nick was.
He knew he was being a fucking chicken about seeing the kid again, but that night, as amazing as it had been, had been a mistake. A colossal alcohol-induced mistake. Yeah, he hadn’t been drunk, but he did have some buzz-fueled courage that night. And wasn’t that a fucked-up thing? When had he ever needed alcohol for courage to hook up with a guy? Only once—the night he’d lost his homosexual virginity at the age of sixteen. He’d lost his ‘true’ virginity a year earlier trying to convince himself he wasn’t gay. It hadn’t worked. Yes, he’d gotten off with Vanessa Thatcher in the back of his father’s Cadillac, since she’d been warm, wet, and enthusiastic. But the whole act had felt forced and left him unsatisfied deep in his gut. Afterward, he’d conclusively admitted to himself that women were never going to do it for him.
Another group of travelers came down the escalator from the gates and Jake scanned their faces. As much as he didn’t want to see Nick, he wished the kid would get there soon. The faster he showed up, the faster they could get on their way. Then Jake could drop him off at the Trident compound with Ian and get the hell out of there. Yeah, running was the shitty thing to do, but it was exactly what he’d done a few hours after they’d screwed around. Not wanting anyone to know of their wild tryst, Jake had snuck out of Nick’s hotel room and headed home a little past oh-five-hundred, while his satisfied lover slept. Then he found excuses to avoid seeing Nick for the next two days until the kid returned to California.
Jake had no idea what led him to knock on Nick’s hotel door that night. Oh, who the fuck was he kidding? He’d ended up there because he’d been thinking with his aching cock. He’d been thinking how hot Nick looked in his dress whites and how much he wanted to top him. He’d been thinking about those broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tight ass. He’d been thinking about the gaze of those baby-blues…staring…making his skin tingle as they roamed his body from head to toe. He’d wanted to make the swaggering stud submit. And he’d done it…holy hell, had he done it. He’d
let his inner Dom take over and the results had been better than he’d hoped for.
Yeah, the kid had resisted at first, but it was probably because he’d never been topped by a Dom before. It hadn’t taken long for him to surrender though, and as soon as it happened, he’d been rewarded. Jake had taken Nick’s belt from his pants, then spun him around until his chest was against the wall. Using the belt, he’d restrained Nick’s hands behind his back before grabbing him by the arm and shoving him onto the bed. He’d roughly pulled Nick’s pants and briefs out of the way and…
“Jake? Hey, what are you doing here?”
Wrenched out of the erotic memory, he blinked and tried to focus on the guy standing in front of him. Shit. It was Drew Murdock, a Clearwater cop who he’d dated last fall. They’d broken up after Jake failed to tell him about two attempts on his life when a hit-man had targeted the operatives of Trident Security. Drew had been pissed to find out several days afterward and not from Jake, but from a newspaper article and photo. Jake had told him it was because he hadn’t wanted to worry him, but it had been more than that. Drew had been bugging him about introducing each other to their respective families. Although Jake’s family and friends knew he was gay, he’d never introduced his mom and Mike to anyone he dated and he’d had no desire for Drew to be the first one. At The Covenant, his teammates knew who he hooked up with there, but Jake never scened in public unless he was asked to whip a submissive for another Dom. And even then, it was a non-sexual scene.
“Oh, hey, what’s up? I’m here to pick up my boss’s brother. Ian had a meeting he couldn’t miss.” Drew knew Ian by name, but had never met him. Jake lifted his chin toward the other man’s carry-on hanging from his shoulder. “Coming or going?”
“Just got back from Quantico. The job sent me there for a three-day training seminar.” He hesitated, looking unsure about what he wanted to say next. “You look good, Jake. I, uh…I’ve been thinking about you lately. Do you think we can get together some night and talk?”
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