Little (Trenton Security Book 2)

by J. M. Dabney

  “It is but a lot safer than getting your hands dirty.”

  “This has to be more than a job, Linus.”

  “It is. They're taking advantage of people who don't have anyone to fight for them. I may not know the kids there, but we sure as fuck know ones like them. We're going to take them down.”

  “When?”

  “Strategy meeting Saturday. Is this going to be a problem with the boyfriend? You know we take partner's wishes into account.”

  “I'll talk to him tonight.”

  He never had to discuss a job with anyone. Lily and him normally had dinner and a smoke the night before.

  “You’re going to be on your own once you’re inside. You okay with that?”

  “As long as they don’t go Manchurian Candidate on me I think I’ll be good.”

  “We hope it doesn’t go that far. Keep the file. Go over it, and we’ll put a plan into place.”

  “Hunter taking care of the backstory for me?”

  “We’ll have your cover in place by Saturday. Spend a few days with your man, and I’ll see you this weekend.”

  “Good deal.”

  After he showed Linus to the door and secured his home, he headed to his workstation. Hunter was good, but some things couldn’t be hacked.

  Did He Call Harmon His Boyfriend?

  What the hell had he done? He panicked through three business calls and one very weird video conference. He’d called Harmon his boyfriend in front of the man’s boss. What if—no, Linus was married to two men, Livingston was married to a man, and…shit, he covered his face with his hands. He wasn’t cut out for this dominant stuff.

  In the moment, he’d felt confident and in control, once he’d made it home all he could think was what the fuck. All he’d had to do was picture Harmon all needy and trembling, and his cock instantly hardened. He wanted that again. Him, Solomon Poe, had caused that reaction in a man like Harmon Little. Big and tough, handsome beyond belief, and Harmon was all his.

  Nothing changed the fact he wasn’t giving Harmon up. If he hadn’t believed anything in his almost thirty years on the planet, he was certain the man belonged to him. He checked the time on his laptop and saw it was almost time to clock out for the day. He realized Harmon hadn’t texted him.

  He closed the lid on his computer and started packing up his work into his messenger bag. He picked up his phone and stroked his thumb across the screen. Instead of sending a message he called Harmon and listened to the rings.

  “Shit, I didn’t text, I’m so sorry.”

  “You got busy. It’s no big deal. You want company?”

  “Yes, you up for a road trip? I gotta check something out in Atlanta and then we can get dinner or whatever.”

  “If you have to work—”

  “I just have to make contact with an acquaintance about a job coming up. We have to talk about that too. How long before you get here?”

  “I just packed up some things I need in case I sleep over again.”

  “You want to stay again?”

  The shock was clear in Harmon’s question. Did the man actually think that one quickie was enough for him? Not a damn chance. If he’d had his stuff with him, he wouldn’t have left Harmon.

  “Yes. Do you need anything?”

  “No thank you. I’m going to take a shower. I got busy after Linus left and I liked your scent too much.”

  Harmon’s shy tone caused him to smile. He’d never met anyone like Harmon before. What someone saw isn’t what they got with the sweet man. He looked big and bad—strong, but inside Harmon was delicate and unsure. How couldn’t he not fall for a man like that?

  “Get used to it. Go take your shower, and I’ll pack an overnight bag.”

  “Okay. Poe?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I missed you today.”

  “Me too.”

  He smiled at Harmon’s softly spoken goodbye, and he disconnected the call. After he finished packing up his work, he rushed to his room to throw some clothes and stuff into an old backpack. He made sure to put a few things in that were Harmon’s favorite color.

  A chuckle slipped out as he remembered the way Harmon had snatched his bow tie and tucked it into his pocket. That was two Harmon was in possession of, and he doubted they’d be the last. No one had ever been turned on by his nerdy bow tie fetish. He grabbed his bags and made his way to the door turning off everything as he went.

  His apartment was the size of Harmon’s bedroom. It worked well for him, and one day he’d find a house he wanted to buy.

  His parents and sister loved him. They just didn’t always get him. They wanted him happy. He wondered what they’d think of Harmon. They’d be shocked if he ever brought anyone home. He’d come out with no scandal. His parents waved it off as if he was announcing the weather. His sister smiled and tried to start hooking him up with some of her friends.

  The guys he’d dated never felt right, and he and Harmon hadn’t met under normal circumstances. He laughed at the thought of telling his family how he’d met Harmon.

  He relaxed on the half hour drive to Harmon’s place. He pulled to a stop beside Harmon’s motorcycle. The man waved as he turned off the engine and exited.

  “We taking that?”

  “You’ve ridden before.”

  “Once, with Livingston and that man has no sense of obeying the speed limit.”

  “Liv isn’t much on rules.”

  He rolled his eyes as he shook his head and stepped up to Harmon. He slipped his arms around the man’s waist and lifted onto his toes. As soon as their mouths met, he raised his left hand to curve around the back of Harmon’s head. His tongue stroked along the subtle part of the man’s lips, and when Harmon moaned, he pushed inside. The kiss intensified from gentle to rough in seconds. Their breathing turned harsh as they ate at each other’s mouths. He couldn’t get Harmon close enough.

  His hands ached to stroke over Harmon’s hairy skin. He wanted to palm the man’s hips as he bent Harmon over the seat of the bike. Being a slave to his emotions—his lust—was an odd sensation. He’d never craved someone as much as he did Harmon. To him the man was irresistible.

  Fuck it, he jerked away and kept his focus on Harmon’s dazed expression and quickly popped the button on his jeans and slowly drew the zipper down. He dropped to his knees and tugged Harmon’s pants down to mid-thigh.

  Harmon’s veiny dick was hard, and the head was wet. He swiped his tongue over the slit as he wrapped his hand firmly around the base. He gently sucked on the tip and savored the masculine musk of Harmon’s precum.

  He didn't care they were out in the open, and anyone could pull up. The only thing he wanted was Harmon fucking his mouth and letting him swallow every drop. Harmon placed his hands on either side of his head and began a slow thrust and retreat. He relaxed his throat so Harmon could bottom out.

  He squeezed Harmon’s fuzzy ass cheeks and dug his fingertips into the man's crease. He fingered the tight, wrinkled hole and that was all it took. Harmon lost control. Fucking his mouth in a brutal rhythm as the tips of his middle fingers breached Harmon’s body. He sucked hard as Harmon tried to pull out.

  His man whimpered his name. Begged and pleaded, he loved the sexy high-pitched whine. He'd never topped before but he wanted it, and he needed it now. He slowly bobbed along Harmon’s dick a few more times before he released him and surged to his feet.

  “Tell me you have condoms and lube.” He demanded against Harmon’s lips.

  “Y-yes. In my room. Nightstand.”

  He didn't wait, he grabbed Harmon’s hand and dragged him into the warehouse. He practically ran up the steps. Harmon’s jeans were still trapped around his thick furry thighs.

  “Bend over the bed.”

  Harmon looked scared and more than a little nervous. He didn't want the man to have time to think.

  “Don't make me say it again, Harmon.”

  He didn't know where the steel-edged tone came from, but it came too easily.
Harmon bent over and placed his hands on the unmade bed.

  He could barely take his gaze off the flexed muscled cheeks as he searched through the drawer for a condom and lube. He tossed the items on the mattress and stepped up behind Harmon. He pushed his hand between Harmon’s thighs and gave his cock a few rough strokes. As Harmon was distracted, he brought his right hand down on one cheek then the other, repeatedly until Harmon lifted on the toes of his boots. Harmon’s back bowed pushing his ass higher.

  “I want you naked. Stand up and turn around.”

  Harmon did as he ordered him. He gazed up at Harmon and reached for the hem of the man’s black t-shirt. He eased it up the sexy hairy belly, exposed Harmon’s powerful chest, and the big man lifted his arms to allow him to remove the shirt.

  “I can’t believe you want me.”

  “How could you not believe it?” he asked. “You’re sweet, sexy, and adorable.” He moved closer and pressed a kiss to the center of Harmon’s chest. “I can’t believe no one has ever wanted to keep you, but you’re mine.” He nipped at Harmon’s skin and smirked at the man’s deep groan. “I have no intention of letting you go.”

  He dropped to his knees and unzipped Harmon’s boots, removed them slowly as he felt the man watching him.

  “Please, don’t say something you don’t mean. I—”

  “I’ll never say anything I don’t mean.”

  He stripped his man of the rest of his clothes, then socks until Harmon stood perfectly naked.

  “Do you want me to love on you, baby?”

  He didn’t remember a time someone turned him on as much as Harmon. The surprising sweetness and insecurity of his man so at odds with the strong, fearless man. Harmon trembled and his pale eyes filled with tears.

  “Oh, baby, don’t do that.” He quickly got to his feet and took Harmon’s face in his hands.

  He pulled Harmon down as he kissed the saltiness of tears from Harmon’s thick lashes.

  “I’ve thought about you all day. The way you felt against me as you slept. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

  He took a few steps backward. Toed off his shoes, removed his clothes until he was as naked as Harmon.

  “You like what you see, Harmon?”

  His confidence flared back to life at Harmon’s rapt attention. It was a novel experience to elicit that response from a man especially one like Harmon. He brought his hand to his dick and stroked along the thick width.

  “Talk. Use your words, baby.”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  Harmon wasn’t just saying the words—the man actually believed him beautiful.

  “And what am I, Harmon?”

  “Mine?”

  “No question about that. Lie down for me.”

  Harmon, like last night, stretched out stiffly on the bed and scooted to the center. “Do you want me to turn over?”

  “No, baby, I want to see those pretty eyes while I make you mine.”

  He crawled onto the bed and between Harmon’s spread legs. He sat back on his heels. His hands shook slightly as he opened the condom and rolled it on.

  “You’re shaking, baby.”

  “I’m nervous.”

  “Why are you nervous?”

  “I said I wouldn’t bottom again until it meant something.”

  “I don’t mind if you want to—”

  “No, please, I want you inside me.”

  “Well, we’re both nervous then because I’ve never topped before.” He spoke as he opened the bottle and added slick to his fingers.

  Harmon grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled them back. He groaned at how sexy his man was all open and vulnerable. As he blanketed Harmon’s body with his, he teased the man’s tight hole. He kissed his man. Loved him all gentle and slow as he worked one finger in and out, added a second and third. Their sweaty bodies slid easily together as he got his gorgeous man ready. He lifted up enough to study Harmon’s flushed face and the way Harmon had his eyes squeezed shut as the man fucked himself on his fingers.

  He removed his fingers from Harmon and added lube to his latex covered cock. He cleaned his hand on the sheet and took his dick and lined it up with Harmon’s stretched hole. Nudging his hips forward, he threw his head back as the tightest pressure engulfed him.

  He thrust forward in a slow, gentle glide until he was balls deep.

  He lowered his mouth to Harmon’s and kissed his man as he fucked Harmon tenderly. Harmon’s heels pushed into his ass cheeks, and they moved in a sensuous rhythm. He tasted the salt of tears and sweat as his man cried, whispered nonsense words.

  Holding Harmon. Loving on him. This wasn’t about fucking. He needed their first time to prove to Harmon that all he wanted was to love on him—keep him for more than one night.

  “You’re so perfect. Fuck, baby, made for me.”

  Their pace increased, and he shifted his hips until he heard Harmon gasp. Harmon froze and trembled. He pushed upward, wrapped his hands over the front of Harmon’s thighs and pulled him onto his dick.

  “Look at how pretty you look on my dick.”

  Harmon lifted onto his elbows and looked at where they were connected.

  Harmon was stretched so tight around his cock that the rim flexed as he pushed inside and the drag of Harmon’s muscles and hole was almost more than he could take. Sweat poured down his temples, chest and the indent of his spine. Pleasure burned through him and tensed his muscles.

  He loved everything about Harmon from his darkly flushed skin to the coarse, thick hair that covered his groin and ass. Harmon fell back onto the bed and curled his hands around the metal bars of the headboard. The big man’s body twisted and shuddered.

  “Fuck me, please,” Harmon begged.

  He didn’t hesitate. He took Harmon’s angrily flushed cock into his hand and fucked his man just like he wanted. Skin slapped against skin. He matched each thrust to the pace he jacked his man’s dick. For the first time in his life, he lost control. The more Harmon screamed and grunted the harder he fucked his man. Every muscle in his body screamed for release, and as he gritted his teeth, Harmon shouted and painted his belly with cum. The vise-like grip had him slamming forward once more, and he fell onto Harmon. Took his baby’s mouth in a hard kiss as Harmon’s arms circled him, he rode out his release in small, shallow thrusts.

  Their harsh breathing, the squeak of the bed, and their quiet groans were the only sounds that filled the room.

  “Did you say something about going somewhere?” His words muffled against Harmon’s throat. He sucked lightly at the jump of Harmon’s pulse.

  “Did I? I don’t remember.”

  He chuckled as he lifted enough to reach between them and held onto the condom as he eased from Harmon.

  “I feel so empty.”

  “We’ll be doing this a lot, I promise. I’m going to get cleaned up, want to join me?”

  He took Harmon’s hand as he knee-walked off the bed and tugged until Harmon was off the bed. He couldn’t resist one more kiss. Then he led his man to the bathroom. Harmon seemed almost shy. He’d have to work on that. He didn’t want his man to doubt what was between them. Falling for Harmon was so easy—the easiest thing he’d ever done.

  Harmon Wanted to Go Home and Have His Man Love on Him

  He had Poe tucked against his chest as he let his gaze move around the bar. With years of practice, he noticed the exchange of cash for baggies. Talent in the back lining up a trick for an hour or two. He wanted to go home and curl up with his man. Poe didn’t belong in a place like that. He didn’t belong with him at all.

  Poe had given him everything he’d ever wanted in a lover. Gentle and passionate, showed him what it was like to be needed. He could still feel the way Poe had loved him. Kissed him at the end, then took him to the shower and washed him. The touches hadn’t stopped. Poe had held tight to his waist on the trip to Atlanta. Laced their fingers when they walked into the bar. Poe hadn’t left him since.

  As was his habit, h
is brain tried to calculate how long he had with Poe. He lowered his head to nuzzle Poe’s cheek with his and caught movement at the door. The first thing he noticed was hot pink hair. Trevor hadn’t changed much since the last time he’d seen him. Ex-street kid. Married, but he wasn’t a fan of the kid’s husband. The older man put him on edge.

  Fucking finally! He spun to put his back to the room and braced himself with one hand on the wall above Poe’s head. He might act like he was crazy and was able to pull it off well, but he was also damn good at his job. It was the one thing he’d always taken pride in.

  “The cutie with the pink hair the one you’ve been waiting for?”

  “How did you notice that?”

  “You were rubbing up on my back before he walked in. I took a guess. Should I be jealous?”

  He started to laugh until he noticed a hardness to Poe's gaze. Shit, his man was jealous.

  “Now, Poe, why would I look at anyone else when I've got you?”

  The cute blush on his man's face caused him to smile but the fact the man cared made him awestruck. His man was beautiful and smart, sexy and, fuck, the list could go on.

  Trevor came up beside them and spun until his back was to the wall. “I hope I'm not interrupting.”

  “Hi, Trevor, this is my man, Poe, Poe, meet Trevor.”

  “Finally, someone got smart and snatched your ass up. Sexy man like you being single…tragic. So, what did I do to earn a visit from the Harmon Little himself?”

  “I need some info, and you haven’t been off the streets long enough to be out of the loop.”

  “Shame, you’re only after my mind.”

  He snorted as Trevor winked at him and Poe’s hands fisted in his t-shirt. “You might want to knock down the flirting. I don’t think my man likes it.”

  “Possessive, I can so understand that. Buy me food.”

  Trevor pushed off the wall and retraced his steps. He took Poe’s hand and followed. Trevor was obsessed with his stomach. Too many years of going hungry. Trevor had been a chunky thirteen-year-old when he’d met him. That was five years ago, and the kid hadn’t changed much. Even all the shit the kid had gone through Trevor hadn’t lost his innocence or his positive attitude. Even on the small side, the kids looked up to Trevor—knew the kid was the one to come to when someone needed to hide for a while.