PROTECTIVE
CUSTODY
By Stormy Glenn
Hayden Flynn saw something that put his
life in jeopardy. Put into protective custody for his own safety, he’s whisked
away to a secret location. Pretending to be someone’s live-in lover isn’t so
bad except his new love interest is a man.
Christian Jackson had been an F.B.I.
agent for several years. He had been trained by the best but nothing prepared
him for his next assignment—pretending to be the gay lover to the hottest
straight man he had ever seen. Trying to keep Hayden alive seems to be easier
than keeping his hands off of the man.
When Jackson and Hayden finally give
into their desire, sparks fly. Hayden tries to blame it on the threat of death hanging
over his head. Jackson tries to pretend that it wasn’t the best night of his
life. Both men are confused by the feelings developing between them. But that
doesn’t seem to matter when they discover that the threat to Hayden’s life is
even closer than they thought.
STORY EXCERPT
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes, Jackson." Deputy Director Malone
motioned with his hand. "Come in and shut the door."
Christopher Jackson stepped into the director's
office and shut the door behind him. He nodded to the other man in the room, a
man he knew well, and walked over to stand in front of the director's desk, his
hands clasped behind his back as he waited to find out why he had been called
to the director's office.
"Oh," the director said when he
looked up from the papers he was reading over. He waved his hand. "Have a
seat, Jackson."
Jackson sat down, although he felt a little
funny about doing so when his immediate supervisor, Special Agent Maxwell
Bernaro, was sitting on the edge of the director's desk, his arms crossed over
his chest.
"I need you for a special assignment, Jackson,"
the director began.
"Yes, sir."
Deputy Director Malone set his pen down and
leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
Without the director looking straight at him, Jackson could still see that the
man was worn out and tired. He had the beginning of light bags under his eyes
and age lines that had never been there before.
Jackson wouldn't want his job for love or
money.
"How long have you been with the agency,
Jackson?" the director asked as he lowered his hands to his desk and
looked at Jackson.
"Seven years, sir. Two years as a field
agent and five years on the Alpha One Fly Team."
"And before that?"
Jackson wasn’t really sure where this line of
questioning was going. "Five years with Navy Intelligence, sir."
The chief looked down at a file lying open on
his desk, nodding as he read. Jackson knew it was his file. He could see his
name at the top in big bold black letters. Jackson glanced up at Max, wondering
why the man was here if the special assignment was meant for him.
"It says here that your area of
expertise is technical analyst for one of our fly teams."
"Yes, sir."
The chief glanced back up, his face stretched
tight with a grim look. "Do you like working in the field, Jackson?"
"Very much, sir."
"You came highly recommended by Special
Agent Bernaro."
"Thank you, sir."
"Don't thank me yet, Jackson. You
haven't heard what the assignment is."
"Yes, sir."
"I have a situation that requires
someone with your unique set of skills."
Jackson's eyebrows shot up. "My unique
set of skills, sir?" What in the hell was that supposed to mean? His one
main skill was being a technical analyst. He wasn't good at much else. He
couldn't even drive a car.
"He means you being gay, Jackson,"
Max said.
"Oh." Jackson wasn't exactly sure being
gay was a skill—at least, not that he had heard of.
"Yes, well…" The director's face
flushed. He looked uncomfortable. Max did not. He looked amused. The slight
smirk on the man’s face was a big clue.
Jackson had never hidden the fact he was gay
from anyone. Everyone on his team knew he was. He refused to hide it. He was
gay. So the fuck what? Jackson just didn't understand what sleeping with other men had to do with this
current assignment.
"While this wouldn't normally even be
discussed in the bureau, Special Agent Bernaro is correct in this
instance." The director folded his withered hands together and rested his
elbows on the desk, his face still slightly flushed. "Your unique skills
would be of great asset on this assignment."
"My gayness would be of great
asset?" Jackson glanced from the director over to his immediate
supervisor. He wasn’t sure he liked where this was going. Never before had his
being gay affected his job in any way. Now they wanted to use his sexual
orientation? "For what?"
"Have you ever heard of the RAF?"
Jackson’ brows pulled together as he quickly
racked his memory for the definition of those letters. "The Revolutionary
Armed Forces, sir?"
The director nodded. "We've suspected
for some time that they were moving arms into the country. For what purpose, we
haven't been able to discover, but it's something big. The shipments that we
have been able to track have been moving into the country at an alarming rate,
nearly two a week for the last six weeks."
"Last week we were able to track one of
those shipments to an Irish pub in Boston," Max added.
"An Irish pub in Boston?" Jackson
arched an eyebrow in amusement. "You don't say."
"This is no laughing matter, Agent
Jackson," the chief snapped.
"No, of course not, sir." Jackson
instantly straightened his shoulders and dropped the smile from his face. "If
you want to give me the pertinent facts to the case it shouldn't take me more
than a couple of hours to get up to speed. I can have a suggested scenario for
you by morning."
"That’s not why you're here,
Jackson," Max said.
It
wasn't? Jackson glanced
between the chief and Max. He was a technical analyst. Putting bits of
information together to make a whole picture was what he did. "So, what do
you need me to do then?"
"The pub where the arms shipments have
been going to is owned by a man named Hayden Flynn."
"Is he a suspect?"
"No." The chief grimaced.
"He's a witness, a very important witness."
ADULT EXCERPT
Jackson groaned and rolled over the second
the door closed behind Hayden. This was such an extremely bad idea. He thought
it was a bad idea when Max approached him about it but he had wanted to get out
into the field and look good for the boss. Now, he was positive he should have
turned the assignment down.
This was an incredibly fucking bad idea.
Jackson reached under his body and palmed his
aching cock. His body seemed to know that he was trapped in Hayden’s arms even
before he did. He had woken up surrounded by the man’s raw and powerful
musculature —which only resulted in Jackson’s hard as steel erection..
Even knowing that Hayden was running from him
hadn’t been enough to dampen the lust running rampant through his body. Nothing
seemed to make his cock deflate, not even thinking about how bad of an idea
this was.
Jackson groaned again and humped his hips,
driving his cock through the firm grip of his fingers. He closed his eyes and
imagined that it was Hayden holding him, that the man’s large strong hand was
wrapped around his cock instead of his own hand.
The image began to build stronger and more
vivid in his mind as he moved his hips faster and faster–Hayden’s fingers
tightening around his erection, the man’s thumb rubbing across the slit at the
top of Jackson’s swollen dick and then raked over the bundle of nerves just
below the head.
He moved his hand faster and then squeezed
his cock so tight that he thought he would break the damn thing. Jackson needed
to come and he needed it now. He drew
his knees up and moved his free hand down past his balls. He slid a single
finger into his tight puckered hole, twisting his finger until he felt the tip
slide against the little pleasure button inside his ass that made him gasp.
Jackson rocked on his finger as he rocked on
his knees, his hips moving faster. He slipped in another finger inside his
asshole, pushing the digits apart, stretching himself out as he imaged that it
was Hayden’s dick splitting him apart. Wiggling his fingers around some more,
Jackson started fucking himself.
Oh hell, that felt so damn good.
He shoved his fingers in and out of his ass,
still imagining that it was the hard cock he had woken up to, pressing into his
ass instead of his own fingers.
Never before in his life had he wanted someone
to fuck him as badly as he wanted Hayden to shove his damn dick up Jackson’s
ass. He wanted to man’s lips on his body, his teeth nipping his flesh, his body
driving in Jackson’s.
Jackson’s hole clenched tight around his
fingers at the fantasy building in his head, making him groan with need. He
just bet Hayden would be a fantastic lover. The man was built to please whoever
he fucked. Jackson was pretty sure Hayden could make him call to the gods. That
thought send a spike of thrill through his body, making his cock impossibly
harder.
His erection slid through his hand every time
he thrust forward, wishing it was Hayden who was behind him instead of
Jackson’s fingers. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body,
his orgasm almost on him.
Almost
there.
Jackson yanked his hand from his ass and then
curled it into a fist, shoving the knuckles into his mouth to keep from crying
out loud as his seed erupted into a sticky mess in his hand. He gave his cock a
few last strokes as his body jerked with the last of his climax and then
dropped his hand.
Flopping down onto the mattress, Jackson
buried his flushed face in the pillows. His burning lust had been temporarily
extinguished but somehow, he felt worse now than he had before he started jerking
himself off.
He had no idea how long this assignment was
going to last but he was pretty damn sure he wasn’t going to make it until this
debauched mess was over. He had been attracted to Hayden Flynn from the moment
he saw the man’s picture. Meeting him in person just made it all that much
worse. Living in the same house was going to be damn near impossible.
Waking up in Hayden’s arms was going to kill
Jackson.
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