FINDERS KEEPERS by P.G. Forte, Science Fiction Fantasy, 150 pp., $3.99 (Kindle)
Title: FINDERS KEEPERS
Author: PG Forte
Publisher: Chapultepec Press
Pages: 150
Genre: SFR/Menage
Author: PG Forte
Publisher: Chapultepec Press
Pages: 150
Genre: SFR/Menage
Sometimes finding what you want is the easy part.
Caleb is a bionic soldier with little-to-no memory of his past.
Aldo’s an undercover cop who’s searching for the man who got away. Then
there’s Sally, an ER physician who used to be married to Aldo’s late
partner, Davis. Sally’s just looking for a reason to keep on getting up
every day.
This holiday season, chance will bring them together and give them an
opportunity to help one another find what they each want most. But
every gift comes with a price. And keeping what they’ve found once
they’ve found it? Yeah, that’s gonna be the hard part.
Caleb is a bionic soldier with little-to-no memory of his past.
Aldo’s an undercover cop who’s searching for the man who got away. Then
there’s Sally, an ER physician who used to be married to Aldo’s late
partner, Davis. Sally’s just looking for a reason to keep on getting up
every day.
This holiday season, chance will bring them together and give them an
opportunity to help one another find what they each want most. But
every gift comes with a price. And keeping what they’ve found once
they’ve found it? Yeah, that’s gonna be the hard part.
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Chapter One
I will live in the
Past, the Present, and the Future.
Past, the Present, and the Future.
The Spirits of all
Three shall strive within me.
Three shall strive within me.
I will not shut out
the lessons that they teach.
the lessons that they teach.
Detective Aldo Nash could almost hear his brain humming as it
worked to categorize the myriad scents tingeing the cool night air: cedar and
sea spray, dry asphalt, cooling car engine, and most potent of all, the warm,
aroused flesh of the man Aldo had pinned beneath him.
worked to categorize the myriad scents tingeing the cool night air: cedar and
sea spray, dry asphalt, cooling car engine, and most potent of all, the warm,
aroused flesh of the man Aldo had pinned beneath him.
Aldo slid practiced hands over the slim, partially clad form,
and the man moaned softly in response, his whole body writhing instinctively
closer as he arched into Aldo’s touch. Aldo pulled in another heady lungful and
smiled in contentment. On nights like these, he purely loved his job.
and the man moaned softly in response, his whole body writhing instinctively
closer as he arched into Aldo’s touch. Aldo pulled in another heady lungful and
smiled in contentment. On nights like these, he purely loved his job.
He couldn’t say working undercover for the Oakland PD had
exactly been a lifelong dream, but Aldo’s brief stint in the army had left him
uniquely qualified for it all the same, and largely unqualified for anything
else. When the USA
was formally dissolved following the economic collapse of the 2020s and what
was left of the military was fully privatized, the idea of patriotism lost its
meaning. Losing Kyle on top of that had left Aldo with no clear idea of what he
wanted to do with his life.
exactly been a lifelong dream, but Aldo’s brief stint in the army had left him
uniquely qualified for it all the same, and largely unqualified for anything
else. When the USA
was formally dissolved following the economic collapse of the 2020s and what
was left of the military was fully privatized, the idea of patriotism lost its
meaning. Losing Kyle on top of that had left Aldo with no clear idea of what he
wanted to do with his life.
After giving college a try, Aldo had signed up for the police
academy on a whim. Unexpectedly, he found his niche. Now he derived a lot of
satisfaction from knowing he was helping to prevent future crimes from happening,
rather than hoping to solve those that had already occurred. He got to be
proactive, stay one step ahead of the bad guys rather than the other way
around. But the bottom line was proficiency. He was damned good at what he did.
academy on a whim. Unexpectedly, he found his niche. Now he derived a lot of
satisfaction from knowing he was helping to prevent future crimes from happening,
rather than hoping to solve those that had already occurred. He got to be
proactive, stay one step ahead of the bad guys rather than the other way
around. But the bottom line was proficiency. He was damned good at what he did.
Not to take away from any natural ability to dissemble he
might have inherited from his late actress mother, but most of his success was
due, in no small part, to all the experimental drugs he’d been given by the
military. His consciousness had been purposely and methodically expanded, and
his brain reconfigured to the point where he could easily exert control over
his brain waves and sympathetic nervous system.
might have inherited from his late actress mother, but most of his success was
due, in no small part, to all the experimental drugs he’d been given by the
military. His consciousness had been purposely and methodically expanded, and
his brain reconfigured to the point where he could easily exert control over
his brain waves and sympathetic nervous system.
In a world where just about every criminal, from the capo dei capi of large, multinational
drug cartels to the lowliest of hood-grown thugs, had their own psi-ops tech on
speed dial, that kind of advantage was a definite point in Aldo’s favor. No
matter how skillful said techs might be at worming their way into other
people’s minds and tunneling through their thoughts, with him they could only
read what he wanted them to read.
drug cartels to the lowliest of hood-grown thugs, had their own psi-ops tech on
speed dial, that kind of advantage was a definite point in Aldo’s favor. No
matter how skillful said techs might be at worming their way into other
people’s minds and tunneling through their thoughts, with him they could only
read what he wanted them to read.
Of course, there were also things about his job he didn’t
like. The hours were murder since, apparently, crime rarely slept and when it
did, its schedule was crap. The regular debriefings with their
in-no-way-optional mind-scrubs were a major headache. Literally. Worst of all,
the company he was forced to keep generally sucked, and not in that good kind
of way.
like. The hours were murder since, apparently, crime rarely slept and when it
did, its schedule was crap. The regular debriefings with their
in-no-way-optional mind-scrubs were a major headache. Literally. Worst of all,
the company he was forced to keep generally sucked, and not in that good kind
of way.
That wasn’t the case at the moment, however. No, when it came
to his present company, Aldo had absolutely no cause for complaint. Tonight’s
operation had him working in tandem with a new partner, an agent on temporary
loan from some alphabet agency; Aldo wasn’t sure which one. He hadn’t asked. He
didn’t care. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter. They were all pretty
much the same, and the agent would be gone soon either way. Unless Aldo had
missed his guess—a possibility he considered most unlikely—his new partner had
been chosen for this assignment based solely on his looks. And Aldo was
certainly not unhappy with those either.
to his present company, Aldo had absolutely no cause for complaint. Tonight’s
operation had him working in tandem with a new partner, an agent on temporary
loan from some alphabet agency; Aldo wasn’t sure which one. He hadn’t asked. He
didn’t care. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter. They were all pretty
much the same, and the agent would be gone soon either way. Unless Aldo had
missed his guess—a possibility he considered most unlikely—his new partner had
been chosen for this assignment based solely on his looks. And Aldo was
certainly not unhappy with those either.
He had no idea how much of the other man’s appearance was due
to surgical alteration or chemical enhancement, but that was something else he
sure as hell didn’t care about. Hot was hot, and Special Agent Caleb Mitchell
was just about the hottest thing Aldo had seen in a good long while.
to surgical alteration or chemical enhancement, but that was something else he
sure as hell didn’t care about. Hot was hot, and Special Agent Caleb Mitchell
was just about the hottest thing Aldo had seen in a good long while.
Standing at a hair under six feet, Caleb was just a couple of
inches shorter than Aldo. He had fair hair, full lips, broad shoulders atop a
dancer’s slim build, and everything about him, from his features to his
proportions, was a little too perfect to be real. If the man had a flaw
anywhere, Aldo had yet to find it, and not for any lack of searching. Even
though they were both pushing forty, only Aldo looked his age. Special Agent
Mitchell had obviously been the recent recipient of some highly classified and
no doubt heavily restricted cell de-aging therapy, giving him the appearance of
a man a good two decades younger than his current chronological age, the lucky
bastard.
inches shorter than Aldo. He had fair hair, full lips, broad shoulders atop a
dancer’s slim build, and everything about him, from his features to his
proportions, was a little too perfect to be real. If the man had a flaw
anywhere, Aldo had yet to find it, and not for any lack of searching. Even
though they were both pushing forty, only Aldo looked his age. Special Agent
Mitchell had obviously been the recent recipient of some highly classified and
no doubt heavily restricted cell de-aging therapy, giving him the appearance of
a man a good two decades younger than his current chronological age, the lucky
bastard.
On second thought, maybe it was Aldo who’d lucked out; he got
to look at the bastard, after all.
to look at the bastard, after all.
It was the case the two men were working that had brought
them here tonight, to this exclusive private club located high in the Oakland
Hills. Aldo’s role in Operation Midas—the elaborate sting the department was
running—was to attempt to infiltrate a notorious local group of wealthy,
degenerate scumbags. His appearance at tonight’s function, and the apparent
arrest that—if everything went as planned—would shortly follow, was supposed to
give him the “street cred” he needed in order to gain the scumbags’ trust and
acceptance. Disguised as yet another degenerate wannabe, Aldo had done his best
all evening to ingratiate himself with the crew. Agent Mitchell, by virtue of his
rent boy looks, had been picked to play the part of Aldo’s paid escort or, as
Aldo had jokingly told him, to do as he was told and look pretty doing it. He
was playing his part very well, in Aldo’s considered opinion, particularly at
the moment.
them here tonight, to this exclusive private club located high in the Oakland
Hills. Aldo’s role in Operation Midas—the elaborate sting the department was
running—was to attempt to infiltrate a notorious local group of wealthy,
degenerate scumbags. His appearance at tonight’s function, and the apparent
arrest that—if everything went as planned—would shortly follow, was supposed to
give him the “street cred” he needed in order to gain the scumbags’ trust and
acceptance. Disguised as yet another degenerate wannabe, Aldo had done his best
all evening to ingratiate himself with the crew. Agent Mitchell, by virtue of his
rent boy looks, had been picked to play the part of Aldo’s paid escort or, as
Aldo had jokingly told him, to do as he was told and look pretty doing it. He
was playing his part very well, in Aldo’s considered opinion, particularly at
the moment.
Another gust of air blew across the parking lot. The body
stretched beneath Aldo’s shivered, but was it in response to the sudden chill
or to the press of Aldo’s fingers that had just breached his opening? Aldo
leaned in closer, partially in an attempt to shield Caleb from the cool, night
air, partially for the pleasure of pressing himself more firmly against that
delectable flesh. “Whattsa matter, darling?” he whispered playfully in the
other man’s ear. “Cold?”
stretched beneath Aldo’s shivered, but was it in response to the sudden chill
or to the press of Aldo’s fingers that had just breached his opening? Aldo
leaned in closer, partially in an attempt to shield Caleb from the cool, night
air, partially for the pleasure of pressing himself more firmly against that
delectable flesh. “Whattsa matter, darling?” he whispered playfully in the
other man’s ear. “Cold?”
Caleb—bent over the hood of the shiny-new Mercedes Aldo had
requisitioned for tonight’s operation—glanced up at him and scowled. “Fuck you,
Nash. Skip the chitchat, all right? Let’s just get this over with.” Up until
that moment, Aldo had found Caleb’s permanently raspy voice a big turn-on, but
there was nothing sexy about that angry tone, the gritted teeth, the fury
blazing in those jade-green eyes.
requisitioned for tonight’s operation—glanced up at him and scowled. “Fuck you,
Nash. Skip the chitchat, all right? Let’s just get this over with.” Up until
that moment, Aldo had found Caleb’s permanently raspy voice a big turn-on, but
there was nothing sexy about that angry tone, the gritted teeth, the fury
blazing in those jade-green eyes.
Aldo straightened immediately, his fingers slipping free of
the other man’s body as he pulled away from him. “What’s your problem all of a
sudden? Why you wanna act like such a prick?”
the other man’s body as he pulled away from him. “What’s your problem all of a
sudden? Why you wanna act like such a prick?”
“Gee, I can’t imagine.” Caleb pushed away from the car and
busied himself with his clothes, a rented tux of markedly poorer quality than
the one Nash wore. He tugged his shirt and pants back into place, then bent to
retrieve his jacket.
busied himself with his clothes, a rented tux of markedly poorer quality than
the one Nash wore. He tugged his shirt and pants back into place, then bent to
retrieve his jacket.
“That’s it?” Aldo prodded. “That’s all you got to say?”
Caleb shrugged. “Well, it couldn’t possibly have been
anything you were doing, right?” He
shoved his arms into the jacket’s sleeves before turning to face Aldo. “Look,
don’t worry your pretty little head about it, darling. I’m sure your technique gets you rave reviews. You’re
probably very popular with all the other boys.”
anything you were doing, right?” He
shoved his arms into the jacket’s sleeves before turning to face Aldo. “Look,
don’t worry your pretty little head about it, darling. I’m sure your technique gets you rave reviews. You’re
probably very popular with all the other boys.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“What it means, Detective, is that while I have no problem
helping your ass get arrested, I didn’t know you’d be looking to take things so
far. It’s not my thing. It’s not what I signed up for.”
helping your ass get arrested, I didn’t know you’d be looking to take things so
far. It’s not my thing. It’s not what I signed up for.”
An ice-cold shower couldn’t have cooled Aldo’s blood any more
effectively—or any more quickly either. Screwing the other man in the middle of
a parking lot hadn’t been his idea. Well, not entirely his idea. But it was
exactly the kind of thing the character he was attempting to portray would have
done, and a damn good way to ensure his arrest. Besides, they’d both agreed to
it, hadn’t they? Or maybe not. Caleb had been noticeably reticent during the
meeting when the plan had been hatched. He’d been reticent during both their
meetings. Aldo figured that was just his way. Now, as he frowned back at Caleb,
niggling doubts began to displace his complacency. “Bullshit. This is exactly
what we discussed. And besides, you…” A brief pause. A deep breath. A cold,
hollow feeling in his gut. Fuck. He couldn’t have misread those heated,
heartfelt moans…could he? “You were just as much into it as I was.”
effectively—or any more quickly either. Screwing the other man in the middle of
a parking lot hadn’t been his idea. Well, not entirely his idea. But it was
exactly the kind of thing the character he was attempting to portray would have
done, and a damn good way to ensure his arrest. Besides, they’d both agreed to
it, hadn’t they? Or maybe not. Caleb had been noticeably reticent during the
meeting when the plan had been hatched. He’d been reticent during both their
meetings. Aldo figured that was just his way. Now, as he frowned back at Caleb,
niggling doubts began to displace his complacency. “Bullshit. This is exactly
what we discussed. And besides, you…” A brief pause. A deep breath. A cold,
hollow feeling in his gut. Fuck. He couldn’t have misread those heated,
heartfelt moans…could he? “You were just as much into it as I was.”
“Yeah, okay, Romeo. You keep telling yourself that. Just
remember, though, none of this was my
idea.”
remember, though, none of this was my
idea.”
A hot blush scalded Aldo’s cheeks. “If you really hadn’t
wanted it, you should have said something,” he insisted, striving to keep his
voice cool.
wanted it, you should have said something,” he insisted, striving to keep his
voice cool.
Caleb quirked an eyebrow at him. “I thought I just did?”
“I meant sooner.”
“What, and spoil all the fun you were having? We wouldn’t
have wanted that, would we?”
have wanted that, would we?”
“Care to elaborate on that?”
“Not particularly, no.” Caleb shrugged. “Anyway, I figured
you already knew I wasn’t interested.”
you already knew I wasn’t interested.”
“Are you fucking insane?” Aldo glared at him. “You think I
knew and…and what? What the hell were you thinking? You think I’d do that kind
of thing for…for fun?”
knew and…and what? What the hell were you thinking? You think I’d do that kind
of thing for…for fun?”
Caleb blinked. His expression was one of guileless innocence
that had to be fake. “Well, sure. Isn’t that kind of the point? Correct me if
I’m wrong, Detective, but isn’t that how guys like you get off?”
that had to be fake. “Well, sure. Isn’t that kind of the point? Correct me if
I’m wrong, Detective, but isn’t that how guys like you get off?”
Nash’s jaw clenched. “Exactly what are you suggesting, Agent
Mitchell? What kind of guy am I?”
Mitchell? What kind of guy am I?”
“Well, I meant gay.
But you can take it any way you want. How should I know what kind of kinky shit
you’re into?”
But you can take it any way you want. How should I know what kind of kinky shit
you’re into?”
“Gay? Meaning you’re not?” A sardonic smile lifted Aldo’s
lips. “Now, why am I finding that
hard to believe?” He could still recall the feel of the other man’s cock in his
hand—stiff, throbbing, dribbling precum. There was no way Aldo had imagined
that response. Not gay, my ass.
lips. “Now, why am I finding that
hard to believe?” He could still recall the feel of the other man’s cock in his
hand—stiff, throbbing, dribbling precum. There was no way Aldo had imagined
that response. Not gay, my ass.
Caleb shrugged indifferently. “Beats the shit outta me. If I
had to guess, I’d say it’s probably unresolved issues from your childhood. Or
maybe you just hate having to admit you’re wrong.” Caleb cupped his junk and
stroked provocatively over the hard bulge at his groin. It was all Aldo could
do to suppress a shiver of need as his gaze tracked the motion. “The way I see
it, I already got one dick. It’s right here, see? Conveniently placed and fully
functional. So why would I have any need of yours?”
had to guess, I’d say it’s probably unresolved issues from your childhood. Or
maybe you just hate having to admit you’re wrong.” Caleb cupped his junk and
stroked provocatively over the hard bulge at his groin. It was all Aldo could
do to suppress a shiver of need as his gaze tracked the motion. “The way I see
it, I already got one dick. It’s right here, see? Conveniently placed and fully
functional. So why would I have any need of yours?”
Aldo opened his mouth, ready to point out that Caleb was
still hard from what Aldo had been doing to him, but before he got a single
word out, Caleb’s expression abruptly changed. Moving swiftly, he grabbed Aldo
by the open sides of his shirtfront and yanked him close. “Incoming at two o’clock,” Caleb whispered urgently. “We’re
about to get company, and I don’t want to have to do this more than once, so
let’s make it look good.” Then he sealed Aldo’s mouth in a passionate-seeming
kiss.
still hard from what Aldo had been doing to him, but before he got a single
word out, Caleb’s expression abruptly changed. Moving swiftly, he grabbed Aldo
by the open sides of his shirtfront and yanked him close. “Incoming at two o’clock,” Caleb whispered urgently. “We’re
about to get company, and I don’t want to have to do this more than once, so
let’s make it look good.” Then he sealed Aldo’s mouth in a passionate-seeming
kiss.
Aldo stiffened under Caleb’s assault. What the fuck was the
idiot doing now? For the space of two, maybe three heartbeats, Aldo froze,
unable to even process what was happening. Then he kissed Caleb back, curving
one hand possessively around the back of Caleb’s neck while his other hand made
itself at home at Caleb’s waist. The crazy son of a bitch had him tied up in
knots. His taste, his kiss, even the sounds he made, they were all so
delicious, so familiar, so eerily reminiscent of Kyle. Even the scar that
slanted across his midsection did so in exactly the same way as Kyle’s…
idiot doing now? For the space of two, maybe three heartbeats, Aldo froze,
unable to even process what was happening. Then he kissed Caleb back, curving
one hand possessively around the back of Caleb’s neck while his other hand made
itself at home at Caleb’s waist. The crazy son of a bitch had him tied up in
knots. His taste, his kiss, even the sounds he made, they were all so
delicious, so familiar, so eerily reminiscent of Kyle. Even the scar that
slanted across his midsection did so in exactly the same way as Kyle’s…
Aldo had been with Kyle the night he’d received the wound
that made it. He could still recall the helpless panic that had risen inside
him as he pressed his hands to Kyle’s abdomen, providing pressure, holding the
edges of the torn flesh together as best he could while Kyle’s blood welled
between his fingers and his breath stuttered in and out unevenly.
that made it. He could still recall the helpless panic that had risen inside
him as he pressed his hands to Kyle’s abdomen, providing pressure, holding the
edges of the torn flesh together as best he could while Kyle’s blood welled
between his fingers and his breath stuttered in and out unevenly.
“Don’t die,” Aldo had begged over and over
while they waited for help to arrive. “Don’t
you fucking do it, Kyle. You hear me? Please…” All the while holding his
gaze, not daring to look away, as though by keeping Kyle’s focus he could
somehow force him not to lose consciousness, not to leave him…
while they waited for help to arrive. “Don’t
you fucking do it, Kyle. You hear me? Please…” All the while holding his
gaze, not daring to look away, as though by keeping Kyle’s focus he could
somehow force him not to lose consciousness, not to leave him…
Aldo’s thumb rubbed back and forth with an increasingly
urgent motion, absently caressing the scar. Caleb shuddered again. A thick,
needy whimper left his throat. His heart was pounding so hard even Aldo could
feel it. When he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss, Caleb
followed his lead automatically, tilting his own head in the opposite
direction, opening his mouth wider, inviting Aldo’s tongue in to plunder at
will.
urgent motion, absently caressing the scar. Caleb shuddered again. A thick,
needy whimper left his throat. His heart was pounding so hard even Aldo could
feel it. When he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss, Caleb
followed his lead automatically, tilting his own head in the opposite
direction, opening his mouth wider, inviting Aldo’s tongue in to plunder at
will.
Yes. God, yes. Don’t
stop.
stop.
Footsteps echoed on the wet pavement. The soft murmur of
laughter forced itself into Aldo’s awareness. He tracked the sounds through the
glistening fog with a growing sense of desperation. Closer… Closer… Slow the fuck down, goddamn it! The
sooner they got here, the sooner they’d leave. The sooner this kiss would end.
Aldo couldn’t stand for that to happen—not yet. He didn’t want this moment to
ever be over. But the steady pace of the footsteps continued. Aldo heard a
muffled gasp, a shuffling something that could have been a nudge, an answering
grunt, then the footsteps sped up and hurried away, growing fainter and fainter
until the sound had melted into the ambient distant noises. Car doors slammed.
An engine started. Aldo groaned inwardly. Mission
accomplished, goddamn it.
laughter forced itself into Aldo’s awareness. He tracked the sounds through the
glistening fog with a growing sense of desperation. Closer… Closer… Slow the fuck down, goddamn it! The
sooner they got here, the sooner they’d leave. The sooner this kiss would end.
Aldo couldn’t stand for that to happen—not yet. He didn’t want this moment to
ever be over. But the steady pace of the footsteps continued. Aldo heard a
muffled gasp, a shuffling something that could have been a nudge, an answering
grunt, then the footsteps sped up and hurried away, growing fainter and fainter
until the sound had melted into the ambient distant noises. Car doors slammed.
An engine started. Aldo groaned inwardly. Mission
accomplished, goddamn it.
Caleb took a deep breath and pushed Aldo away. “And we’re
done.”
done.”
Aldo’s heart beat savagely. He grabbed Caleb’s wrist and
tugged him back against him. “The hell we are.”
tugged him back against him. “The hell we are.”
Caleb’s hands tightened into fists. “Nash,” he snarled in
warning. “Let me go. I will deck you
if you don’t take your hands off me, and I mean right the fuck now.”
warning. “Let me go. I will deck you
if you don’t take your hands off me, and I mean right the fuck now.”
“Not so fast. That scar on your stomach, how’d you get it?”
As he spoke, Aldo pulled Caleb’s shirt out of the way and held it there,
exposing the other man’s chest and stomach to his sight. On closer inspection,
Caleb’s scar wasn’t exactly identical to Kyle’s, but it was close enough that
fifteen years and a few additional surgeries could easily account for the
difference. Aldo stared at the wrecked flesh, unable to look away, remembering
that long-ago fear. I nearly lost you!
But he had lost Kyle, hadn’t he? Maybe not that day, but in the end Aldo had
lost him just the same.
As he spoke, Aldo pulled Caleb’s shirt out of the way and held it there,
exposing the other man’s chest and stomach to his sight. On closer inspection,
Caleb’s scar wasn’t exactly identical to Kyle’s, but it was close enough that
fifteen years and a few additional surgeries could easily account for the
difference. Aldo stared at the wrecked flesh, unable to look away, remembering
that long-ago fear. I nearly lost you!
But he had lost Kyle, hadn’t he? Maybe not that day, but in the end Aldo had
lost him just the same.
“Screw you,” Caleb growled as he yanked his arm free of
Aldo’s grip. “It’s none of your fucking business how I got it. Now get off me.”
Aldo’s grip. “It’s none of your fucking business how I got it. Now get off me.”
“Tell me, please. I need
to know.”
to know.”
Caleb’s mouth tightened. An angry flush colored his cheeks as
he dropped his gaze and looked away, mumbling, “I don’t know, all right? It’s
not important.”
he dropped his gaze and looked away, mumbling, “I don’t know, all right? It’s
not important.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Did I fucking stutter? I can’t remember. Jeez.” Shoulders
hunched against the cold, Caleb tugged his shirt closed and began to button it.
“Give it up already. Get a life.”
hunched against the cold, Caleb tugged his shirt closed and began to button it.
“Give it up already. Get a life.”
“How can you not remember?” Aldo waved his hand impatiently,
gesturing at Caleb’s midsection. “You’d have to have been nearly gutted to end
up with a mark like that.” He knew that for a fact.
gesturing at Caleb’s midsection. “You’d have to have been nearly gutted to end
up with a mark like that.” He knew that for a fact.
“Yep. Very likely.” Caleb shrugged. “But what can I tell you?
Another day, another mind-scrub. Know what I mean? You’d be surprised how much
you can forget if you try—or, hell, even if you don’t try.”
Another day, another mind-scrub. Know what I mean? You’d be surprised how much
you can forget if you try—or, hell, even if you don’t try.”
“What?” Aldo’s eyes widened in shock. A feeling of sick
terror chilled him to the bone. “But that… Mind-scrubs? No. That can’t be
right.” That wasn’t possible, was it?
terror chilled him to the bone. “But that… Mind-scrubs? No. That can’t be
right.” That wasn’t possible, was it?
“What’s the matter, Nash? No, wait, don’t tell me. Let me
guess. You were hoping to make a lasting impression on me, weren’t you? Didja
think maybe I’d be so blown away by your mad sex skills I’d change my mind and
decide I wanted to come play for your team instead? Sorry to disappoint you.”
guess. You were hoping to make a lasting impression on me, weren’t you? Didja
think maybe I’d be so blown away by your mad sex skills I’d change my mind and
decide I wanted to come play for your team instead? Sorry to disappoint you.”
Anger flared. “You are such a fucking ass. What’s your deal?
Are you always like this? Or is this
just part of some act?”
Are you always like this? Or is this
just part of some act?”
Something about Aldo’s frustration must have amused Caleb. He
chuckled softly as he finished tucking his clothes back into place. “You know,
Nash, I think it’s real cute how fixated ya are on my ass.”
chuckled softly as he finished tucking his clothes back into place. “You know,
Nash, I think it’s real cute how fixated ya are on my ass.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
Once again, with no other warning, Caleb pressed close. “No
need for that, is there?” he murmured, distracting Aldo with a kiss, hands
fumbling at Aldo’s belt. “Especially not tonight. That’s what I have you for.”
need for that, is there?” he murmured, distracting Aldo with a kiss, hands
fumbling at Aldo’s belt. “Especially not tonight. That’s what I have you for.”
“Fucking asshole,” Aldo groaned. The shuddering sigh that
left his lips sounded a whole lot like surrender, but he just couldn’t work up
a reason to care. Kyle, Caleb, whoever the fuck this was, was driving him nuts.
“You make me crazy. You know that, right? I can’t for the life of me figure you
out.”
left his lips sounded a whole lot like surrender, but he just couldn’t work up
a reason to care. Kyle, Caleb, whoever the fuck this was, was driving him nuts.
“You make me crazy. You know that, right? I can’t for the life of me figure you
out.”
CALEB SMILED. YEAH. He knew. And right now he was counting on
it. His mechanically enhanced hearing had easily picked up the crunch of car
tires heading up the hill, the crackle of static from the police radios. It was
showtime.
it. His mechanically enhanced hearing had easily picked up the crunch of car
tires heading up the hill, the crackle of static from the police radios. It was
showtime.
The detective’s cock was still at half-mast when Caleb pulled
it free of his pants. Working it back up to fully loaded and ready to pop was
sinfully easy. Just a few quick strokes were all that was needed. Nash’s cock
pulsed and swelled in Caleb’s hand as if it had been trained to it.
it free of his pants. Working it back up to fully loaded and ready to pop was
sinfully easy. Just a few quick strokes were all that was needed. Nash’s cock
pulsed and swelled in Caleb’s hand as if it had been trained to it.
The fog around them had lit up like a Christmas tree by the
time Caleb broke away, ending the kiss. Somewhere in the mist, car doors
slammed. Nash hardly even seemed to notice that his ride had arrived. He stared
fixedly at Caleb with inscrutable eyes. There was the faintest hint of a tremor
in his voice as he asked, “Who are you really?”
time Caleb broke away, ending the kiss. Somewhere in the mist, car doors
slammed. Nash hardly even seemed to notice that his ride had arrived. He stared
fixedly at Caleb with inscrutable eyes. There was the faintest hint of a tremor
in his voice as he asked, “Who are you really?”
“No one in particular,” Caleb answered as he grabbed one end of
the detective’s white silk scarf and pulled it free. “For right now, why don’t
you just think of me as a ghost?”
the detective’s white silk scarf and pulled it free. “For right now, why don’t
you just think of me as a ghost?”
“A-a ghost?” Nash’s face went white. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“Shhh.” Caleb laid a finger to his lips and faded silently
back between the fog-enshrouded trees. “Not now.”
back between the fog-enshrouded trees. “Not now.”
“Wait. Where are you going?” Nash, his hand outstretched,
took a single step forward. Then he froze as the searchlights found him.
took a single step forward. Then he froze as the searchlights found him.
“Hands on your head,” one of the officers barked, directing
his order at Nash. “And turn around slowly.”
his order at Nash. “And turn around slowly.”
Through the heavy mist, Caleb could just make out the shocked
and mortified expression on Nash’s face. When his gaze dropped to his exposed
crotch, Caleb knew he was debating the wisdom of ignoring the officer’s order
long enough to zip up his fly. The soft but unmistakable sound of guns being
readied put an end to that. “Oh, fuck me,” he muttered in disgust. “You son of
a bitch. You set me up.”
and mortified expression on Nash’s face. When his gaze dropped to his exposed
crotch, Caleb knew he was debating the wisdom of ignoring the officer’s order
long enough to zip up his fly. The soft but unmistakable sound of guns being
readied put an end to that. “Oh, fuck me,” he muttered in disgust. “You son of
a bitch. You set me up.”
Caleb smiled. That he had. It was a cruel trick perhaps, but
effective. He had no doubt it would accomplish its intended purpose of keeping
both Nash and the boys in blue occupied long enough for Caleb to make his
escape. By the time anyone thought to look for him, he’d be long gone, just a
whisper in the wind.
effective. He had no doubt it would accomplish its intended purpose of keeping
both Nash and the boys in blue occupied long enough for Caleb to make his
escape. By the time anyone thought to look for him, he’d be long gone, just a
whisper in the wind.
Turning up his jacket collar against the cold, Caleb slipped
quietly away. He’d always thought of California
as being warm, balmy, even in winter. This was a helluva time to figure out
that he, and perhaps most of the world, had been misinformed. He wrapped his
borrowed scarf more snugly around his neck, ignoring the tendrils of heat that
coiled inside him when the unmistakable scent of its owner reached his nose. He
shoved his hands deep into his pockets and focused on the long walk that lay
ahead of him. He was not looking forward to it.
quietly away. He’d always thought of California
as being warm, balmy, even in winter. This was a helluva time to figure out
that he, and perhaps most of the world, had been misinformed. He wrapped his
borrowed scarf more snugly around his neck, ignoring the tendrils of heat that
coiled inside him when the unmistakable scent of its owner reached his nose. He
shoved his hands deep into his pockets and focused on the long walk that lay
ahead of him. He was not looking forward to it.
A three-mile trek through the frosty woods wearing dress
shoes, thin socks, and no coat, hat, or gloves was not his idea of a fun time.
Even handcuffed, the short ride in a heated squad car, followed by a couple of
hours in a cozy jail cell sounded a damn sight more comfortable. Agency
protocols were crystal clear, however, and Caleb was under standing orders that
left him with no other choice. The hardware in his head was considerably more
valuable to the powers that be than he himself was. It was also highly classified.
Under no circumstances, other than a verified medical emergency, was he to
allow himself to be taken into custody or consent to having his head scanned by
anyone other than agency personnel.
shoes, thin socks, and no coat, hat, or gloves was not his idea of a fun time.
Even handcuffed, the short ride in a heated squad car, followed by a couple of
hours in a cozy jail cell sounded a damn sight more comfortable. Agency
protocols were crystal clear, however, and Caleb was under standing orders that
left him with no other choice. The hardware in his head was considerably more
valuable to the powers that be than he himself was. It was also highly classified.
Under no circumstances, other than a verified medical emergency, was he to
allow himself to be taken into custody or consent to having his head scanned by
anyone other than agency personnel.
The fog increased as Caleb headed downhill. There was a brisk
wind blowing in from the bay, and it was carrying the fog along with it. Caleb
was forced to go slow and watch his step. His built-in navigational system
might ensure he didn’t wander too far off track or get lost in the woods, but
it was of no use whatsoever against a loose rock, an exposed root, or a
careless footfall. A sprained ankle would only make tonight’s journey that much
more unpleasant.
wind blowing in from the bay, and it was carrying the fog along with it. Caleb
was forced to go slow and watch his step. His built-in navigational system
might ensure he didn’t wander too far off track or get lost in the woods, but
it was of no use whatsoever against a loose rock, an exposed root, or a
careless footfall. A sprained ankle would only make tonight’s journey that much
more unpleasant.
A car passed by unseen on the mist-enshrouded road. Probably
Nash on his way to the station. A satisfied smirk curled Caleb’s lips, but only
for an instant, and then the memories came, bringing a wave of frustrated need.
Nash’s fingers inside him, twisting and thrusting until he was weak in the
knees. Nash leaning over him from behind, hot skin branding Caleb’s back. The
taste of his mouth. The feel of his hand on Caleb’s cock…
Nash on his way to the station. A satisfied smirk curled Caleb’s lips, but only
for an instant, and then the memories came, bringing a wave of frustrated need.
Nash’s fingers inside him, twisting and thrusting until he was weak in the
knees. Nash leaning over him from behind, hot skin branding Caleb’s back. The
taste of his mouth. The feel of his hand on Caleb’s cock…
Getting fucked in the parking lot of an exclusive resort by a
man he didn’t even like—how could Caleb have ever thought that was a good idea?
Maybe he really did need to get his head examined, just like that pretty doctor
he’d been crushing on kept suggesting. Why the fuck hadn’t he spoken up sooner? Not tonight—he was pretty sure that
would have just been a good way to lose face—but way back when the operation
was still in the planning stages, back when any sensible man would have
demurred without having to worry about what anyone would think. Why hadn’t he
spoken up then?
man he didn’t even like—how could Caleb have ever thought that was a good idea?
Maybe he really did need to get his head examined, just like that pretty doctor
he’d been crushing on kept suggesting. Why the fuck hadn’t he spoken up sooner? Not tonight—he was pretty sure that
would have just been a good way to lose face—but way back when the operation
was still in the planning stages, back when any sensible man would have
demurred without having to worry about what anyone would think. Why hadn’t he
spoken up then?
They could have worked out something else. Lewd conduct with
an apparent minor might have seemed like a sure thing, but drunk and disorderly
would have done the job as well, wouldn’t it? Plus, a drunken fistfight would
have been a hell of a lot more entertaining and just as easy to fake as their
little parking lot tryst. Or not fake, if it came right down to it. Even now Caleb’s
knuckles practically itched at the thought, at the opportunity to have landed a
punch or two along that handsome jaw. It would not have been unwelcome. It
still wouldn’t be. If Nash’s expression, when last Caleb saw him, was anything
to go by, he probably felt the same.
an apparent minor might have seemed like a sure thing, but drunk and disorderly
would have done the job as well, wouldn’t it? Plus, a drunken fistfight would
have been a hell of a lot more entertaining and just as easy to fake as their
little parking lot tryst. Or not fake, if it came right down to it. Even now Caleb’s
knuckles practically itched at the thought, at the opportunity to have landed a
punch or two along that handsome jaw. It would not have been unwelcome. It
still wouldn’t be. If Nash’s expression, when last Caleb saw him, was anything
to go by, he probably felt the same.
Despite everything Caleb had said or implied, everything he’d
wanted Nash to believe, the idea that he could be attracted to another man
wasn’t a total surprise. Caleb wasn’t altogether certain what his original
orientation had been. Maybe it had been fairly fluid from the start; it sure as
hell was now. But that didn’t strike him as anything strange. It just made
sense, didn’t it? The world was more than black-and-white, and he saw no reason
to assume sexuality was any different. There had to be more to it than gay or
not gay.
wanted Nash to believe, the idea that he could be attracted to another man
wasn’t a total surprise. Caleb wasn’t altogether certain what his original
orientation had been. Maybe it had been fairly fluid from the start; it sure as
hell was now. But that didn’t strike him as anything strange. It just made
sense, didn’t it? The world was more than black-and-white, and he saw no reason
to assume sexuality was any different. There had to be more to it than gay or
not gay.
What did surprise him, however, was the idea he could be
attracted to Nash.
attracted to Nash.
Why him? From day one the arrogant asshole had done nothing
but piss Caleb off. So self-righteous. So overconfident. So goddamned sure of himself.
Since when had Caleb ever found that sexy? It must be nice, Caleb reflected
with more than a little bitterness, to be so sure of yourself, so certain about
who you were, how you felt, what you liked—who
you liked. Caleb couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way. Thanks to
the neural interfaces in his head, his sense of self was largely rewritten with
each new assignment. Maybe he’d never felt that way. Maybe he never would.
but piss Caleb off. So self-righteous. So overconfident. So goddamned sure of himself.
Since when had Caleb ever found that sexy? It must be nice, Caleb reflected
with more than a little bitterness, to be so sure of yourself, so certain about
who you were, how you felt, what you liked—who
you liked. Caleb couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way. Thanks to
the neural interfaces in his head, his sense of self was largely rewritten with
each new assignment. Maybe he’d never felt that way. Maybe he never would.
But none of that mattered tonight. None of it explained why
he’d reacted to Nash the way he had, falling apart at his touch as if he’d been
waiting years for the chance to do just that.
he’d reacted to Nash the way he had, falling apart at his touch as if he’d been
waiting years for the chance to do just that.
It had to be more than just looks, not that there was
anything wrong with those. Nash was big, broad, buff—everything Caleb found
appealing, including the neatly trimmed beard and mustache and the smoothly
shaved head. But shouldn’t his personality flaws have overridden all of that?
Sure, he looked like someone you could count on, someone likely to be strong
and dependable, but somehow Caleb couldn’t believe that was the case. Look at
tonight, for example. Tonight the stupid prick had even managed to turn what
was supposed to have been a rather routine job into some kind of bizarre
pissing contest.
anything wrong with those. Nash was big, broad, buff—everything Caleb found
appealing, including the neatly trimmed beard and mustache and the smoothly
shaved head. But shouldn’t his personality flaws have overridden all of that?
Sure, he looked like someone you could count on, someone likely to be strong
and dependable, but somehow Caleb couldn’t believe that was the case. Look at
tonight, for example. Tonight the stupid prick had even managed to turn what
was supposed to have been a rather routine job into some kind of bizarre
pissing contest.
No. That wasn’t quite right either, was it? It was Caleb
who’d done that. Unnerved by his body’s reaction, he’d let instinct override
common sense. He’d pulled out all the stops in an effort to find a way under
the detective’s skin and piss him off good. Here at the end of the night,
though, the joke was on Caleb. He was the one walking home. He was the one
still sporting wood.
who’d done that. Unnerved by his body’s reaction, he’d let instinct override
common sense. He’d pulled out all the stops in an effort to find a way under
the detective’s skin and piss him off good. Here at the end of the night,
though, the joke was on Caleb. He was the one walking home. He was the one
still sporting wood.
Caleb slowed to a stop. At least he could do something about
one of those factors. He paused to assess the environment. There was no one
around. The road was deserted, the nearest houses were out of sight, and it was
far too cold for anyone else to be out in the woods tonight. There was nothing
around but trees, nothing but wood and more wood. Perfect.
one of those factors. He paused to assess the environment. There was no one
around. The road was deserted, the nearest houses were out of sight, and it was
far too cold for anyone else to be out in the woods tonight. There was nothing
around but trees, nothing but wood and more wood. Perfect.
Sighing in surrender, Caleb leaned back against the trunk of
a large cedar. He widened his stance and quickly unzipped his dress pants. Just
a few strokes—that’s all it would take. Just a couple of minutes to relieve the
tension, to ease the ache in his balls, to get that son of a bitch Nash out of
his head and make the rest of his trek a little more bearable.
a large cedar. He widened his stance and quickly unzipped his dress pants. Just
a few strokes—that’s all it would take. Just a couple of minutes to relieve the
tension, to ease the ache in his balls, to get that son of a bitch Nash out of
his head and make the rest of his trek a little more bearable.
His hand felt cold as he wrapped his fingers around his dick.
He brushed his thumb over the head, but there was not enough moisture to slick
his way. For an instant he contemplated using spit, but it was just too cold.
He brushed his thumb over the head, but there was not enough moisture to slick
his way. For an instant he contemplated using spit, but it was just too cold.
Caleb pulled at his dick, quickly settling into a brisk,
efficient rhythm. As he did, he cast around in his mind for a hot fantasy.
Anything to take his mind off the chill. He wasn’t feeling particular. Pretty
much anything would do—a woman, two women, a freaking orgy. Instead the vision
his mind served up was nothing like what he’d been expecting.
efficient rhythm. As he did, he cast around in his mind for a hot fantasy.
Anything to take his mind off the chill. He wasn’t feeling particular. Pretty
much anything would do—a woman, two women, a freaking orgy. Instead the vision
his mind served up was nothing like what he’d been expecting.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned aloud as the image took hold,
gathering strength, firing his imagination, becoming the very thing he needed,
the only thing that was ever going to get him off tonight. He was so. Damned.
Screwed.
gathering strength, firing his imagination, becoming the very thing he needed,
the only thing that was ever going to get him off tonight. He was so. Damned.
Screwed.
Aldo Nash knelt on the
ground between Caleb’s feet. His fingers were splayed wide. His big hands
clasped Caleb’s hips. Bright sunlight spilled around them, and heat seemed to
shimmer in the air. The landscape was beige, the air acrid and so very dry…
ground between Caleb’s feet. His fingers were splayed wide. His big hands
clasped Caleb’s hips. Bright sunlight spilled around them, and heat seemed to
shimmer in the air. The landscape was beige, the air acrid and so very dry…
Caleb could practically taste the dust on his tongue. He
imagined gripping Nash’s head to hold him in place. The warm, stubbled texture
of that almost bare skull would tickle against his palms as he fucked into that
hot mouth. Alone in the woods, Caleb lifted his hand to his face and spit on
his palm. He stifled a gasp as he closed his fist on his shaft once more.
Closing his eyes, he imagined it was Nash’s mouth—cool and wet now, as though
he’d just paused to sip a cold beer. Swallowing him down. Pulling off with a
twist of his lips, a flick of his tongue. Going deep again.
imagined gripping Nash’s head to hold him in place. The warm, stubbled texture
of that almost bare skull would tickle against his palms as he fucked into that
hot mouth. Alone in the woods, Caleb lifted his hand to his face and spit on
his palm. He stifled a gasp as he closed his fist on his shaft once more.
Closing his eyes, he imagined it was Nash’s mouth—cool and wet now, as though
he’d just paused to sip a cold beer. Swallowing him down. Pulling off with a
twist of his lips, a flick of his tongue. Going deep again.
Caleb slid his free hand under his shirt. Palm flat, he let
it coast along his abs. Let it travel slowly up to his chest. It wasn’t hard to
pretend it was someone else’s hand stroking him like that, someone with strong
fingers and a sure, confident touch. Caleb arched off the tree as he gave
himself up to the sharp pleasure of fingers pinching and plucking his nipples.
He thrust his hips faster, barely even aware anymore of the cold night air. So
close now. Yes, God yes. He was so fucking close.
it coast along his abs. Let it travel slowly up to his chest. It wasn’t hard to
pretend it was someone else’s hand stroking him like that, someone with strong
fingers and a sure, confident touch. Caleb arched off the tree as he gave
himself up to the sharp pleasure of fingers pinching and plucking his nipples.
He thrust his hips faster, barely even aware anymore of the cold night air. So
close now. Yes, God yes. He was so fucking close.
As he continued to stroke himself, Caleb let go, allowing the
fantasy to spin itself out…
fantasy to spin itself out…
* * * *
He dropped his head back against the sun-warmed stone wall,
felt the heat of it radiating through his T-shirt. Sweat prickled at his
hairline. All at once Nash pulled off and sat back on his heels. White teeth
flashed in his sun-bronzed face as he grinned up at Caleb.
felt the heat of it radiating through his T-shirt. Sweat prickled at his
hairline. All at once Nash pulled off and sat back on his heels. White teeth
flashed in his sun-bronzed face as he grinned up at Caleb.
“Al. Fuck, man, what’re you doing? Don’t stop now.”
Swollen red lips stretched wider. “Tell me.”
Nash’s face looked different. His lips looked softer, fuller,
without the door-knocker beard surrounding them. His face looked softer too.
Rounder. Gentler. Younger maybe? Caleb shook his head. “Fuck you, man.”
without the door-knocker beard surrounding them. His face looked softer too.
Rounder. Gentler. Younger maybe? Caleb shook his head. “Fuck you, man.”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Nash leaned in and ran
his tongue up the underside of Caleb’s shaft, then pulled back again. Caleb
reached for him, but Nash knocked his hands away and sat back again. “Nope. Not
happening. That’s all you get until you tell me what I want to hear.”
his tongue up the underside of Caleb’s shaft, then pulled back again. Caleb
reached for him, but Nash knocked his hands away and sat back again. “Nope. Not
happening. That’s all you get until you tell me what I want to hear.”
Caleb’s heart pounded. The muscles of his thighs and butt
tensed and released, tensed again. So close. So, so close. “Fucking
cock-tease.”
tensed and released, tensed again. So close. So, so close. “Fucking
cock-tease.”
“Yeah, but you love me for it.”
Caleb groaned again. He punched the stone wall behind him
until his fists felt bruised. His cock was achingly stiff, but he wouldn’t
touch himself. Rules of the game. There was no way he’d give Nash that
satisfaction.
until his fists felt bruised. His cock was achingly stiff, but he wouldn’t
touch himself. Rules of the game. There was no way he’d give Nash that
satisfaction.
Without taking his eyes from Caleb’s face, Nash groped on the
ground till he found the beer he’d been drinking earlier. He brought the bottle
back to his mouth again, but he didn’t take a drink. Not right away. First he
teased the opening, licking, circling, spearing the hole with his tongue. When
his lips finally closed around the thick rim, Caleb’s eyes nearly crossed.
ground till he found the beer he’d been drinking earlier. He brought the bottle
back to his mouth again, but he didn’t take a drink. Not right away. First he
teased the opening, licking, circling, spearing the hole with his tongue. When
his lips finally closed around the thick rim, Caleb’s eyes nearly crossed.
Nash turned his head slightly to one side, still holding
Caleb’s gaze. He lifted his chin, giving Caleb a clear view of his throat as he
drank deeply, swallowing gulp after gulp. Caleb’s knees went weak as he watched
Nash’s throat work, watched his Adam’s apple bob, imagined what it would feel
like, those muscles massaging his cock…
Caleb’s gaze. He lifted his chin, giving Caleb a clear view of his throat as he
drank deeply, swallowing gulp after gulp. Caleb’s knees went weak as he watched
Nash’s throat work, watched his Adam’s apple bob, imagined what it would feel
like, those muscles massaging his cock…
“Fuck. You win, okay? I need it. Now.”
Nash lowered the bottle. His eyes gleamed warmly as he wiped
his mouth with the back of his hand. A triumphant smile curved his lips. “I
don’t think I heard that correctly. Need what?”
his mouth with the back of his hand. A triumphant smile curved his lips. “I
don’t think I heard that correctly. Need what?”
“I need your mouth on my dick; what do you think?”
Still smiling, although not as widely now, Nash shook his
head. “And you think that’s the way to get it? Sorry, but no.”
head. “And you think that’s the way to get it? Sorry, but no.”
“C’mon, man, what more do you want?”
“You know. But hey, take your time. I’m in no hurry. I’m fine
where I am. I can stay here all day if I have to.”
where I am. I can stay here all day if I have to.”
Privately Caleb doubted that was the case. The ground was too
hot, too rocky, too hard on the knees. Nash had to be feeling it by now. But he
was a stubborn shit. Caleb couldn’t help but admire him for that. He groaned
again and chuckled weakly. “Bastard. It’s you. All right? I need you. Only
you.”
hot, too rocky, too hard on the knees. Nash had to be feeling it by now. But he
was a stubborn shit. Caleb couldn’t help but admire him for that. He groaned
again and chuckled weakly. “Bastard. It’s you. All right? I need you. Only
you.”
“You got that right, darling. And don’t you forget it. Now,
come to papa.”
come to papa.”
Nash leaned in, ready to take Caleb in his mouth again, but
suddenly that was no longer what Caleb wanted. Reaching down, he hauled the
other man to his feet, then spun around to pin Nash to the wall.
suddenly that was no longer what Caleb wanted. Reaching down, he hauled the
other man to his feet, then spun around to pin Nash to the wall.
Nash melted against him, going suddenly boneless in Caleb’s
embrace. His arms snaked around Caleb and held him close, damp skin to damp
skin. It should have been uncomfortable, but Caleb reveled in it. Their lips
met in a hungry kiss at about the same time Caleb succeeded in finally freeing
Nash’s erection. Just like tonight, it sprung to attention in Caleb’s hand with
hardly any coaxing. He fisted both their cocks together and began to stroke
with a fast, urgent rhythm. “Now who’s the papa?” he muttered against Nash’s
lips.
embrace. His arms snaked around Caleb and held him close, damp skin to damp
skin. It should have been uncomfortable, but Caleb reveled in it. Their lips
met in a hungry kiss at about the same time Caleb succeeded in finally freeing
Nash’s erection. Just like tonight, it sprung to attention in Caleb’s hand with
hardly any coaxing. He fisted both their cocks together and began to stroke
with a fast, urgent rhythm. “Now who’s the papa?” he muttered against Nash’s
lips.
“You are,” Nash gasped as he tore his mouth away from
Caleb’s. “Always. That’s why I…” He broke off, struggling for breath. “Oh God,
Kay, stop a minute.”
Caleb’s. “Always. That’s why I…” He broke off, struggling for breath. “Oh God,
Kay, stop a minute.”
Nash’s arms went lax. He pulled back just far enough for
their gazes to lock. The look in his eyes was too turbulent, too intent, too
rife with meaning. Caleb’s hand faltered and fell still.
their gazes to lock. The look in his eyes was too turbulent, too intent, too
rife with meaning. Caleb’s hand faltered and fell still.
Nash swallowed hard. “Look, I don’t care how many girls you
wanna get with, okay? Fuck ’em all, if you have to. Get it out of your system.
Just—”
wanna get with, okay? Fuck ’em all, if you have to. Get it out of your system.
Just—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Caleb ordered. He pushed forward and
slanted his mouth over Nash’s again. “Just stop talking.” He closed his eyes
and kissed Nash. Hard. Bruisingly hard. Anything to shut him up. Anything to
make him stop looking at Caleb that way. “Besides, it isn’t… It’s never been… That’s
not it, okay?” It had never been about getting it out of his system. That was
never going to happen. It didn’t matter how much either of them might want it;
Caleb couldn’t change who he was any more than Aldo could. “Why don’t you get
that?”
slanted his mouth over Nash’s again. “Just stop talking.” He closed his eyes
and kissed Nash. Hard. Bruisingly hard. Anything to shut him up. Anything to
make him stop looking at Caleb that way. “Besides, it isn’t… It’s never been… That’s
not it, okay?” It had never been about getting it out of his system. That was
never going to happen. It didn’t matter how much either of them might want it;
Caleb couldn’t change who he was any more than Aldo could. “Why don’t you get
that?”
“Whatever,” Nash growled as his arms tightened around Caleb
once again. “Just remember one thing, asshole: you’re mine.”
once again. “Just remember one thing, asshole: you’re mine.”
You’re mine. Two
words that tripped Caleb’s switch, lit his fuse, and sent him hurtling over the
edge. “Right back atcha, babe,” he murmured incoherently as he resumed his
task, stroking them both into oblivion. In no time at all, his muscles seized
and his balls drew up and white light flashed behind his eyes. He came hard. So
hard he took Nash with him. They groaned as one, their faces buried in each
other’s necks, their spurting cocks bathing them both with sticky seed…
words that tripped Caleb’s switch, lit his fuse, and sent him hurtling over the
edge. “Right back atcha, babe,” he murmured incoherently as he resumed his
task, stroking them both into oblivion. In no time at all, his muscles seized
and his balls drew up and white light flashed behind his eyes. He came hard. So
hard he took Nash with him. They groaned as one, their faces buried in each
other’s necks, their spurting cocks bathing them both with sticky seed…
* * * *
Warm liquid splashing over Caleb’s ice-cold fingers pulled
him back to reality. He opened his eyes, still struggling to pull air into his
lungs. In the wake of the strangest damn fantasy he’d ever had, he felt dizzy
and drained and…what the fuck was that about anyway? He shivered with a sudden
chill as the wind knifed through the thin fabric of his shirt. His skin was
sweaty and damp. The smell of his spunk was strong in the cold night air. And
the sense of urgency was almost overwhelming. He had to escape, had to get away
right the fuck now, back to town, back to civilization, back to something
approaching normal. STAT.
him back to reality. He opened his eyes, still struggling to pull air into his
lungs. In the wake of the strangest damn fantasy he’d ever had, he felt dizzy
and drained and…what the fuck was that about anyway? He shivered with a sudden
chill as the wind knifed through the thin fabric of his shirt. His skin was
sweaty and damp. The smell of his spunk was strong in the cold night air. And
the sense of urgency was almost overwhelming. He had to escape, had to get away
right the fuck now, back to town, back to civilization, back to something
approaching normal. STAT.
He cleaned his hands off as best he could, but they were
still a little sticky and they still trembled faintly as he pulled his clothes
together. He turned up his collar, shoved his shaking hands into his pockets,
and headed downhill. If tonight had been a contest, it wasn’t hard to decide
which of them had won.
still a little sticky and they still trembled faintly as he pulled his clothes
together. He turned up his collar, shoved his shaking hands into his pockets,
and headed downhill. If tonight had been a contest, it wasn’t hard to decide
which of them had won.
PG Forte inhabits a world only slightly less strange than the ones
she creates. Filled with serendipity, coincidence, love at first sight
and dreams come true.
She wrote her first serialized story when she was still in her teens.
The sexy, ongoing adventure tales were very popular at her
oh-so-proper, all girls, Catholic High School, where they helped to
liven up otherwise dull classes…even if her teachers didn’t always think
so.
Originally a Jersey girl, PG now resides with her family on the
extreme left coast where she writes contemporary and paranormal romance
in a variety of sub-genres.
PG loves hearing from readers. She can be reached directly at: pgforte@pgforte.com
Website Address: www.PGForte.com
Twitter Address: https://twitter.com/PGForte
Facebook Address: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorPGForte/
she creates. Filled with serendipity, coincidence, love at first sight
and dreams come true.
She wrote her first serialized story when she was still in her teens.
The sexy, ongoing adventure tales were very popular at her
oh-so-proper, all girls, Catholic High School, where they helped to
liven up otherwise dull classes…even if her teachers didn’t always think
so.
Originally a Jersey girl, PG now resides with her family on the
extreme left coast where she writes contemporary and paranormal romance
in a variety of sub-genres.
PG loves hearing from readers. She can be reached directly at: pgforte@pgforte.com
Website Address: www.PGForte.com
Twitter Address: https://twitter.com/PGForte
Facebook Address: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorPGForte/
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