Little (Trenton Security Book 2)

by J. M. Dabney

  He frowned at the fearful question. Harmon waited for him to say no and he had no intention of doing that. He stood, and the devastation on Harmon’s face broke his heart.

  “Take your shirt off, Harmon.” Harmon hesitated, and he wasn’t having that. “Now.”

  Harmon’s hands trembled as they picked apart the buttons of the wrinkled shirt he wore. He groaned as Harmon exposed his dark skin covered with thick curls. He cataloged scars and a single mole on his right shoulder. The man was physically perfect, and he still didn’t understand why Harmon wanted him.

  He wasn’t going to question it because above everything—including his fear—he wanted to love on this sweet, adorable and insecure man. He didn’t close the distance between them until Harmon dropped the shirt to the floor. He moved in close until he pushed his knees against Harmon’s and the man parted his legs. He stepped between them.

  He let his gaze move over Harmon from his bright jade eyes down to the man’s fisted hands on his thick thighs. He raised his right hand and pulled his tie off, and he held it out to Harmon.

  “Do you want it?”

  Harmon quickly grabbed it and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. Hiding it as if he’d take it away. He felt powerful and sexy at the heat of Harmon’s gaze observing his every movement. The curve of his belly, the slight softness of his chest didn’t matter as he removed his shirt. He dropped it. No one had ever looked at him the way Harmon was doing.

  He brought his hands to Harmon’s scruffy cheeks and bent forward until his mouth touched Harmon’s.

  Harmon sat stiffly with his hands still clenched on his thighs.

  “Don't you want to touch me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then why aren't you?”

  For the first time, he didn't feel insecure about his weight, softness or his thick-framed glasses. Harmon waited for his permission or orders. It was a powerful knowledge.

  “I don't want you to go away.”

  “I'm not going anywhere, baby,” he whispered before he took Harmon’s lips.

  Felt the firm give of Harmon’s full lips. He moaned at the strong grip on his hair. Harmon still didn't take over. His cock jerked at Harmon’s timidity. He hadn't expected that from Harmon but he should have.

  The signs were there all along. His insecurity. The sadness the big man failed to hide. He'd never taken the lead before, and it was oddly exhilarating, but he was slightly lost as well.

  Could he take the lead with a man like Harmon? The man was nearly twice his size.

  “Do you want me to love on you, baby?” He whispered the question against Harmon’s lips.

  Harmon nodded in answer causing their mouths to rub together. He straddled the man’s lap as he continued to kiss Harmon lazily. Harmon’s breath was labored to the point he thought the man would hyperventilate. He softly rubbed his hands over Harmon’s chest in a soothing rhythm trying to ease the man’s tension.

  He tenderly took Harmon’s strong jaw in his hands and with feather light touches, he soothed his man. Tried to put Harmon at ease. He tried to ignore the huge hard bulge pushing against his own rigid dick. He didn’t see a reason to rush. He wanted to love on Harmon for hours. Show the man how special Poe thought he was.

  To him tonight was only the beginning. Unless the man told him, he didn’t want anything to do with him he wasn’t letting Harmon go. He didn’t stop with the kisses. Harmon seemed to move into every brush of his lips. Every nip. The man appeared starved for affection.

  How the hell could anyone not want to keep him?

  He eased off Harmon’s lap, and the almost panicked whimper that passed Harmon’s full lips broke his heart.

  “It’s okay, where’s your bedroom?”

  “You’ll leave me.”

  Harmon didn’t have to explain what that meant. He’d heard enough about no sticking around after a one-night stand. Harmon truly believed that sex would ruin what they had. Yes, he wanted to make love with Harmon. Show the man physically how much he wanted Harmon, but that wasn’t what his man needed that night.

  “Who says we’re going to have sex? This is sort of our official first date. I don’t put out on the first date. What if I said I just wanted to spend the night with you? Hold you? Do some making out?”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, so, where’s your room?”

  Harmon stood and carefully laced their fingers. Then the man led him through the dark to metal stairs that led to the second floor. Their steps echoed on the vastness of the space. A dim light shined through the glass of a door you’d see in an office and not a bedroom. Harmon nudged him into a huge room with a big bed in the middle. It was an old-fashioned metal framed bed. A light shone from a bathroom on the other.

  He pulled his hand out of Harmon’s and backed up until he closed the door. He wanted to see Harmon’s reaction. Harmon didn’t disappoint, the man’s beautiful green eyes watched his every movement. He held his breath as he worked his belt loose, popped the button and eased the zipper down. As he toed his shoes off, he dropped his pants.

  No one had ever seen him naked before. Every fuck he’d had was being bent over in the dark. He’d barely enjoyed the times before. He knew he wasn’t physically perfect, but the need in Harmon’s gaze couldn’t be faked. As soon as he was naked, he walked toward the bed. He situated himself with his back against the headboard.

  “Undress.”

  “I thought we weren’t…”

  “We’re not. I just want to feel you while we sleep.”

  Harmon seemed almost terrified. It was in the way Harmon refused to look at him as he finished undressing and all the while he climbed onto the bed. Harmon stretched out stiffly beside him. He was going to have his work cut out for him.

  “Come here,” he ordered as he scooted down and waited for Harmon to lay his head on his chest.

  Harmon clutched him so tight as if he was frightened that he was going to leave him. He stroked Harmon’s soft hair.

  He wondered how many people had used and discarded Harmon over the years that the man was so starved for love?

  “Are you going to be here in the morning?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  It was too early for him to sleep, but he wanted to hold Harmon. Feel the man close to him and maybe give him some comfort. He liked the man; could see it turning into more. He was fighting against his own insecurities and Harmon’s. Nothing made him doubt the way he felt about Harmon, and he’d do whatever he had to, to make sure Harmon always felt special.

  He turned his head to brush a kiss to Harmon’s brow and smiled as the man snuggled closer. He’d never slept with anyone before, and he closed his eyes to enjoy it. They had a lot to work out, but they had time.

  Fuck, Not Now!

  The beautiful steady thump of a heartbeat under his ear caused him to let out a heavy sigh. His awakening mind let him catalog the other sensations. Smooth, warm skin flush against his bigger and hairier body. The subtle scents of vanilla and ginger, masculine musk, he inhaled it deeply into his lungs. He made himself remember every new sensation and smell. All his defense mechanisms forced him to memorize the details for the lonely days and nights ahead.

  The softness and sweetness, Poe was the dream he’d been afraid to remember. Poe, the dangerous rush of a drug through his veins, all the euphoria and pleasure—an overdose of perfection.

  He danced his fingertips lightly down the hairless plane of Poe’s chest and over the soft curve of his small belly. When he reached the sheet across Poe’s hips, he noticed the tight, dark curls and he held his breath as he lifted the covering from Poe’s body. He nearly groaned at Poe’s thick, pale cock. It was perfect, not too long, but wide enough that his hole clenched at the thought of being filled by it.

  He clenched his teeth as he pushed the visions of Poe fucking him away. It would ruin everything. He was broken—something about him made people easily use and discard him. He wanted the small man in his bed to love h
im—keep him.

  Poe’s body stretched and arched, a husky moan sounded in the man’s throat. “What time is it?”

  He dropped the sheet before he got caught looking at Poe. He glanced at the clock on the opposite side of the bed. “Eight.”

  “Shit, I have to get ready for work.”

  Poe cursed but didn’t jump from the bed, just turned his body and wrapped his hand under his thigh. He gasped as Poe stroked his palm upward to the curve of his ass and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his right leg around Poe. Their cocks trapped between their bellies. His body and brain warred for control, but the former was winning.

  “I could get used to this,” Poe groaned.

  He tilted his head back as Poe ran his tongue up the front of his throat and then nipped at his chin. He grunted as Poe fisted his left hand in his hair and jerked his head back. Something in the dominant act made him clutch Poe tighter and whimper at the sharp nip of the man’s teeth. The fingertips of Poe’s right hand played with his hole.

  His cock ached and jerked where it lined up with Poe’s smaller one.

  What happened next shocked him, Poe forcefully slammed his mouth onto his and tongue-fucked him. The push at his hole firmer and he rutted against Poe’s stomach. Felt the flesh give and cradle his dick.

  “Beautiful how needy you are for me, baby. You want me to fuck you one day?”

  He couldn’t speak for the pleasure of being in Poe’s arms and the man loving on him.

  “You want to show me don’t you, how gorgeous you are when you break? Show me, now.”

  Two fingers stretched him wide with a burning pressure—beautiful pain. He whimpered as he lost control of his body and he rubbed his cock against Poe as the man fucked him so gently with his fingers. He wrapped his arms around Poe’s head, their mouths touching as he pushed for release.

  “Come on, baby, you know you want to give it to me.”

  The backs of Poe’s fingers tapped his prostate, and he threw his head back. Poe kissed, sucked and bit at his chest.

  He was pushed to his back, and he panicked as Poe’s touch disappeared, he opened his eyes wide and found Poe crawling between his thighs. Poe didn’t break the contact of their eyes as he spat on his fingers and thrust back inside.

  “I’ll never leave you hanging…never.”

  He didn’t have the time or the ability to respond when Poe swallowed him to the back of his throat. No other experience in his life compared to that one. The slap of Poe’s palm against his ass and the suckling sounds of Poe bobbing up and down his cock was almost too much. He wrapped his hands around the back of his thighs and pulled them back to open himself more to Poe.

  He felt he should be embarrassed by his high-pitched grunts and the shaking of his body, but he couldn’t. He pushed his head into the pillow and lifted his hips higher.

  An alarm sounded, shrill and loud letting him know someone was here.

  “No,” he screamed.

  Poe pulled off his cock. “No, you go nowhere until you come. You understand me?”

  He nodded as Poe painfully sucked his dick back inside the hot, wet confines of his mouth and doubled the finger pounding of his ass. His short nails dug into his skin, and he let Poe do what he wanted. He felt loved and wanted for the first time in his life.

  His toes curled, and every muscle in his body seized as he arched as his release hit him. He shouted as he came and his cock jumped every time he felt Poe swallow. He collapsed, his thighs still spread, and he forced his eyelids up. Poe was smirking as the man crawled to rest between his legs. Poe’s lips were tender on his. He darted his tongue out and tasted himself. He shuddered as he felt the thick, fat head of Poe’s dick against his hole.

  Poe bit his bottom lip and fisted his hand in his hair as the man jerked off.

  “I nearly fucking got off just with how you tasted,” Poe grunted.

  He held Poe’s tense body against his and listened to Poe whispering gruffly about what the man loved about him.

  “Fuck,” Poe yelled through gritted teeth.

  Poe’s cum spread across his hole and down the crack of his ass. The little man didn’t stop until his slight weight relaxed onto his chest. Poe kissed and cuddled him until their breathing returned to normal.

  “You better see who that is, I don’t think they’re going away. I’m going to hop in the shower real quick. Unfortunately, I have to get home. Next time I’ll bring my laptop with me, so I don’t have to rush.”

  Poe kissed him once more then crawled off the bed. He couldn’t take his gaze off the man until the door closed and blocked his view. He lay there a few more minutes with Poe’s cum on him before he made himself get up and pull on a pair of discarded sleep pants from beside his bed.

  He should clean up, but he didn’t want to wash Poe’s scent off him just yet. He needed to savor it a bit longer. He jogged downstairs and toward the doors. He pushed a button on the screen to bring up the camera. He groaned as he noticed a pissed off Linus glaring up at the camera.

  “Shit.”

  He pushed the button to open the doors and waited until Linus stepped inside.

  “Took you long enough. Jerk off on your own time.” Linus growled and stormed past him.

  He rolled his eyes and closed the doors. “I was kinda busy.”

  “Just because my mother loves your crazy ass doesn’t mean I won’t fire you.”

  He resisted the urge to snort. He’d lost count of how many times Linus threatened to lock him up or fire him in the last fifteen years since he’d met the man. If Linus were serious, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

  “Dude, do you ever clean?”

  “I kinda got distracted last night. I’ll do it later.”

  Poe and him had left the dinner dishes on the table. He smiled remembering holding the man until he went to sleep and still had Poe tucked against him that morning. He’d never done that before.

  “I got a job. It’s perfect for you.”

  Perfect for him, he didn’t like the sound of that. The last job that was perfect of him had him acting as a guard for a drug kingpin who was using their client’s daughter as a mule. He’d been undercover for three months until the client’s daughter showed up. Hunter had hacked into the police database to add a few more pages to his already sketchy record. Said kingpin had several cops on his payroll, and Linus knew the man would run a check.

  “I don’t want to go undercover.”

  “Why, you normally eat that shit up, man.”

  “I just don’t—”

  “Sorry, I’m not interrupting, am I?” Poe’s sweet voice caused him and Linus to turn.

  “You leaving?”

  “Work calls. But if you don’t mind, I’ll be back later.”

  When Poe twined his arms around his neck to pull him down, he didn’t fight it. The man didn’t censor the possessive kiss.

  “You still smell like me. Text me later when you’re free.”

  Poe didn’t step away just lowered himself from his toes.

  “I’m Solomon Poe,” Poe said to Linus and extended his hand.

  His boss stared at Poe as if he was waiting to be attacked.

  “Linus Trenton.”

  “I met your mother yesterday. Lovely woman.”

  “Do you two share meds, Little?”

  He was almost offended until Poe laughed. “Be nice to my boyfriend. I have to get going. I’m already late for work.”

  Poe gave him another quick kiss and hit the remote as he passed the coffee table where the man had left it last night. He pivoted to observe Poe until the doors creaked shut behind him.

  “Where the fuck you find him?”

  “I kidnapped him.”

  “I thought Lily was high and imagining things when she told me that story.”

  He was surprised that Liv hadn’t snitched him out to the boss.

  “I didn’t keep him long,” he protested as he walked to the fridge and pulled out one of his coffee energy drinks.
He popped the top and turned back to Linus. “So, what’s this perfect assignment?”

  “A client came to me yesterday.”

  He took the file Linus handed him. He opened it and scanned the contents.

  “His mother married some younger man about a year ago. The client and his mother grew apart over the years, but when he tried to call her for her birthday, the husband said she’d had some kinda breakdown. He had to commit her.”

  A name caught his attention. “Otto Carrington. I know this guy. He worked at a non-profit clinic in Atlanta. He had a thing for the crazier street kids. One day we’d be meeting up, and they said the doc was going to get them off the streets. Give them free meds and set them up with a new life. I always thought it was bullshit.”

  “Apparently it is. He still has that clinic, but he’s director of a facility in Montgomery, Georgia. Pretty much a no-name town and that Carrington Clinic. Home of the craziest of the rich and famous. He also gets subsidiaries for treating low-income patients, but the very few that have been released had some horror stories to tell.”

  “But depending on their diagnoses more than likely the doc can spin it into hallucinations.”

  If people had power and money, they could get away with anything. He’d seen it too many times in his thirty-two years. Especially when he was on the street. The kids got raped and roughed up, cops looked the other way or just took the report and rolled their eyes. He knew there were good cops. Unfortunately, the bad ones got more press.

  “Which after Hunter and Peaches did some searching, we think he’s using the low-income patients as test subjects. Carrington is also cleared for medical experiments. People swear by their experimental treatments.”

  “I’m sure the people that can pay their way are getting all the help they need.”

  “Very true. You know what’s weirder?”

  He kept scanning the reports. “Dude’s first wife killed herself after a stay at Carrington.”

  “And then Carrington received a very generous donation.”

  “It seems extreme to drive a wife insane to the point she kills herself or make it appear she killed herself. That’s a lot of trouble for an insurance payout.”