4-Bound By Danger (3 page)

But he would get there.

He dragged the boy behind him, his gun down at his side until they reached his car. Safely inside, neither man said a word until Tomcat pulled in to the garage that attached to the building where his loft was.

His loft—the entire building, actually—was CIA-owned and had been a part of his long-assed cover. His loft was steel-reinforced, soundproofed, had bulletproof glass with blackout tint, and no one was allowed up here, not even the agent who played his old lady—for her safety. Still, it was furnished so anyone who visited wouldn’t notice any of the high-tech gadgetry or the insulation.

He still checked for bugs daily and changed the alarm code every morning as well. Now, Jace came in behind him, and Tomcat closed and locked the door, alarmed it and swept the room silently.

“Can’t be too careful,” he said, more to himself than to Jace when he was finished. Jace would think the paranoia normal for someone in the MC, especially a hired gun.

If he thought differently, it didn’t show. He just nodded, at least until Tomcat slammed him against the wall, his gun pulled.

“You set me up?” he demanded.

“No.” The kid barely blinked, even with Tomcat’s elbow at his throat, gun to his head. “In case you didn’t notice, I saved your ass.”

The he leaned in and whispered, “UC. I’d say Fed, but I think you’d be offended.”

Tomcat pressed the gun harder to Jace’s temple, but still he continued, “Spook,” with a warm puff of air against Tomcat’s cheek. “I’m young, but I’m not dumb.”

No, indeed; to be a special forces soldier, he wouldn’t be. He could be as dangerous as Tomcat himself was, if not more so.

Well, fuck me.

“I know you need to deny it, but dude, come on,” Jace said.

“Dude, you need to shut it.” But Tomcat wanted more from him. The man was so close—they were both hard—and no, he definitely hadn’t been wrong about Jace’s wants.

“We clean in here?” Jace asked. “I saw you sweep, but I still need to know.”

Tomcat ignored his question, said instead, “You fucked up my job.” When Jace didn’t answer, he admitted, “We’re clean here.”

“I was stopping you,” Jace told him.

“Why? Trying to save my soul? Don’t bother.”

“From shooting Jerry’s brother. It was a setup.” Jace stared at him with those goddamned deep blue eyes. What the hell—had Tomcat gotten sloppy, or was the club being deliberately sly because they’d stopped trusting him?

“How do you know this?” he demanded.

“I’m a little smarter than the average MC member.”

What he meant was better trained, would notice far more than the others. And Tomcat had no reason not to trust him. “You’re going to have to tell me everything you know.”

Jace nodded, and he did, told him about the rival gang’s—and its president, Jerry’s—issues. “It’s not about you—Cools trusts you. But he also knows that if you killed Jerry’s brother, Carl would be blamed, and it could start the internal war they want. Cools wants a leg up on Jerry and Carl’s territory.”

Damn. Tomcat slid a hand through his hair and turned away. He knew that the Killers fought with lesser gangs like Carl’s all the time, but he hadn’t seen this shit coming.

“You’re not telling them I ratted, are you?”

“Never.”

“I’d trust you more if you were an MC member.”

Tomcat wanted to be offended but couldn’t. There was too much truth in that statement. Finally, he put his gun away, pocketed it but kept his arm on Jace’s throat. Mainly because he was enjoying the proximity, never mind that his entire job could be blown to shit.

But this kid wouldn’t turn him in. The consequences to his career would be too great.

“We’ve got to lie low for the weekend, especially since we’re already well into Saturday.” Tomcat stared at him hard. “You’re sure no one saw you?”

“They know there’s nothing I can do without putting my military career on the line. No one fucks with me—no one follows me.”

Tomcat didn’t know how completely true that was, but if what Jace had told him about the setup proved true, there were way too many people watching Tomcat’s six. Hell, even one was too many. “You’re going to have to drop out and figure out a story as to why we met up.”

Jace shrugged. “Can’t we just be hanging out? I mean, your background’s military. They know that. Keeping the lie as simple as possible and as close to the truth usually works best.”

Tomcat finally pushed away from him because he needed space. Needed to think. He poured himself a soda and chewed on some crushed ice as he mulled Jace’s suggestion over. Could work, he supposed, but something nagged at him.

He didn’t want anything about this mission to come back and haunt him. And Jace…hell, they’d killed men for less. “Why the hell did you think hanging out with this group would be such a good idea?”

Jace’s jaw tightened—if he had an answer, he wasn’t about to spill it. Not tonight, but Tomcat was confident he could get it out of him, so for the moment, he changed tactics. “You hungry?”

“Maybe.”

Yeah, SEALs ate like teenage boys. He was pretty sure Jace was no exception. “Fridge is stocked. Make yourself comfortable. Oh, and give me your phone.”

“Fuck that.” He brushed past Tomcat. “Make me.”

Oh, this boy was going down. Would lie writhing and begging under him by the time all was said and done.

It was like Jace knew it, too, and was taking advantage as much as possible before that happened. And after the boy downed a sandwich or two and a soda, Tomcat asked, “So the only reason you found me was to warn me?”

“Yes.” Jace flicked his gaze coolly over him.

“I don’t think so.” Tomcat was done forcing himself to believe it was nothing more than a natural suspicion—he knew better. “No one knows I live here. No one knows you’re here. Do you understand how much trouble you could be in?”

Jace moved from the table over to where Tomcat was pacing. He slid his body in between Tomcat’s and the wall and breathed, “Yeah. Go ahead and punish me.”

There were inches separating them, and Tomcat liked to pretend he was made of steel—and most of the time it worked—but the proximity was too much. Jace might’ve been teasing, but Tomcat would up the ante, take it to the next level and see what the boy would do then.

The boy. An intimate term he’d never thought he’d use on anyone again. This night was turning out to be full of surprises.

“Son of a bitch,” Tomcat muttered before bringing his mouth down on Jace’s. This was the moment—he’d been waiting for it for a while now, and he drank the boy in until both were nearly breathless. Tomcat didn’t want to stop, and obviously Jace didn’t want him to. The boy had gripped the waist of his leather pants and was holding their pelvises together, crotches rubbing, and Jesus, this was as hot as anything.

“Fuck me now.” Jace whispered his demands when Tomcat pulled back, and it took everything he had not to rip the boy’s clothes off immediately and follow his orders. Instead, he bent and kissed Jace again until he figured out the best course of action.

Jace couldn’t decide if this was the best thing he’d ever done or the stupidest, figured it was a draw and tried not to let his nerves show as Tomcat’s kisses became more demanding. And fuck it all, he really liked it, as he knew he would.

But just when he was ready to take off all his damned clothes, Tomcat’s phone rang, and he pulled away, grumbled and took the call while Jace watched him, trying to pull himself together.

Jace had known he was bisexual for a long time but hadn’t done more than kiss and get blowjobs from random men throughout the years. Once in the military, the guy-on-guy thing became harder, and instead of finding his satisfaction with women, he went into the fantasy-and-his-own-hand route for satisfaction. And that worked for a little while.

When his fantasies had gotten too big and insistent enough to pull him away from movies and his hand, he’d done some investigating and discovered this club that specialized in making fantasies come true. They linked Doms with one-time subs—all free and on the up-and-up—and everyone was screened for safety. And privacy. But he’d quickly realized that going out and cruising gay clubs in the area wasn’t an option now—he was too new and inexperienced, never mind active-duty military. And he really didn’t know if this was something best kept a fantasy.

But judging by how hard his dick was,
this
was exactly what he wanted, and he didn’t have to go to that club to find out.

No, he’d pretty much known it the minute he’d laid eyes Tomcat in the clubhouse bar. Jace had gone home that night and had his first wet dream since he was a preteen.

When he’d caught wind of the way things were going down at the MC tonight, he knew from the first that the former military man could be in trouble, and something in Jace’s gut told him the man was undercover. Maybe because he was as well, but for the FBI, not CIA. Tomcat wasn’t a Fed, and the man would be pissed as hell if he thought Jace was horning in on his territory. Being a part of this MC in any way, shape or form was practically a suicide attempt anyway.

He had the perfect in with his cousin Kenny, who’d always been too fucking dimwitted for his own good. The fact that Jace was active duty gave this chapter bragging rights. And the FBI had been counting on that, needed intel on the drug ring.

Jace’s motives had been selfish—the only way his cousin could leave the club was literally by dying. If Jace did his job right, Kenny would get witness protection. It wasn’t optimal, but otherwise the man would end up six feet under.

But now, Kenny and the MC and the Feds were the furthest thing from his mind, especially when Tomcat hung the phone up and, without a moment’s hesitation, grabbed him. Jace waited for him to kiss him, strip him, to do something, because his body was practically vibrating with need.

Tomcat just watched him for a long second, like he was reading his mind, then brushed a hand over Jace’s cheek. “You’ve done this before, right?” he asked as Jace tried to breathe. He managed to shake his head and wondered how much of a problem it was going to be for Tomcat. Because Jace refused to let it be any kind of problem for him.

“So exactly how much of a virgin are you?” Tomcat continued.

Jace gave him the cocked-eyebrow, self-assured look that told him he wasn’t worried that he’d never been with a guy for actual sex, even though the reality was that he was nervous as hell. “Enough of one. Why, you into that?”

“Yeah, I am, actually.”

Jace jolted as Tomcat’s hand cupped his cock, a hard finger pressed under his balls. “
Really
into that. Because there’s nothing like watching a virgin get fucked for the first time, and I like being the one doing the fucking.”

A sudden image of him pinned beneath Tomcat, spread and begging, made his dick leak. He might’ve shuddered a little as a contraction of pleasure shot through him, and Tomcat smirked—the look of a predator who knew he had his prey just where he wanted it.

“So what are you waiting for, then?” Jace managed anyway.

“I want you—trust me. But it’s not going to be painless.”

“Do I look like I have trouble handling a little pain?” Jace couldn’t help it—he reached for the man’s zipper, found that Tomcat liked to go commando. He pulled away to look down at the long, hard dick he’d started to stroke. And then slowly, he sank to his knees, because all he wanted to do was taste this man.

Tomcat grabbed his shoulders and attempted to draw him up, saying, “I
have
done this before, so why don’t you let me lead?”

But Jace couldn’t. Not yet. “Don’t stop me. Jesus, please don’t,” he heard himself murmur—hell, maybe he was even begging—and then Tomcat let out a rough groan and surrendered to Jace’s touch. His hand circled the hard cock; his mouth sought to taste the salty precome already leaking.

He closed his eyes and let his natural instincts take over. Held Tomcat’s hips and let the man wind a hand in his hair and lead him along as he took Tomcat’s cock as deeply as he could into his mouth.

He could immediately see why a guy doing this to another guy could make it so much better. Jace just knew the right places to lick, the right amount of pressure to apply, the way to use his teeth for pleasure and not pain. He liked the taste of Tomcat’s dick in his mouth, the feel of his heavy balls in his hand. He sucked up and down, worked his tongue in and out of Tomcat’s pisshole, and when he heard Tomcat’s stuttered moan, he figured he was doing things right. He was enjoying the hell out of it on his end. When he looked up and met Tomcat’s eyes, he was close to losing it in his pants. Obviously, the man felt the same way, because he tried to pull Jace away from him.

But Jace was having none of that, wanted the satisfaction of making the more experienced man come first.

When Jace refused to move, Tomcat stopped giving him the option and shot down his throat, and Jace swallowed the hot, salty liquid even as his own orgasm overtook him, shaking him to the core.

Despite that, he was still hard.

Tomcat knew he’d remember the way Jace stared up at him every time he found himself on the receiving end of a blowjob. The boy’s eyes were fierce with intent, his mouth wrapped around Tomcat’s cock, and the vibration from Jace’s moans ultimately pulled Tomcat’s climax from him when that hadn’t been his intention. Not then, anyway. He did plan on coming a lot tonight. All weekend, in fact.