My Fair Captain (15 page)

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Smiling, he looked around for a place to hide. He couldn’t remember being in this room before. The big four-poster bed was against the wall on his left as was the door leading to the washroom. A window was positioned high up on the opposite wall. To the far left of the window next to the washroom was an armoire. A fireplace and bookcase dominated the wall to Aiden’s right. The room was lit only by the lamp on the nightstand and the sun coming in from the window. Good, it wasn’t overly bright. The décor was dark and bold with heavy mahogany furniture and deep jewel tones, so the light didn’t reflect very well.

There was a large upholstered chair with a skirt on it in front of the window facing the bed. It looked like the best hiding spot.

Crossing to the window, Aiden dropped his pencil at the foot of the bed. It rolled toward the far wall. As Aiden bent to pick it up the doorknob on the washroom door turned.
Dust.
He dove behind the chair, leaving the graphite utensil where it landed. His sketchbook slipped as his butt hit the floor, but he caught it and even managed not to make a sound while getting himself all the way behind the big chair.

The door opened. Nate came into the room, his hair damp, wearing nothing but a white towel. A drop of water dribbled down the powerfully built chest, to where the hair narrowed and disappeared under the white cloth. The man was so big and masculine. His legs, thickly muscled…and look at the size of those feet.
Good Galaxy
.

Biting his lip, Aiden stared at the artist’s pencil. Now what was he supposed to do?

Going to the armoire next to the washroom door, Nate opened the doors.

Aiden’s attention narrowed on the man’s butt. The white cloth was pulled tight enough Aiden could make out a nicely defined rear end. His prick had been half hard at the idea of sneaking in here to see Nate. Now, it was almost painfully hard. Aiden closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the chair.
Note to self, always carry two graphite
pencils from now on.

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Nate removed something from the cabinet and tossed it onto the bed.

He started to turn back toward the open chest but stopped, his head down.

Aiden followed Nate’s gaze to the pencil.
Dust!
He was caught. Any second, Nate would say something or look around.

Shaking his head, Nate turned back toward the armoire. He paused again then shut the doors.

Aiden swallowed the lump in his throat, knowing darn well he was blushing. That had been close. His palms were sweating at the fear of being caught, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the object of his desire.

Sitting on the bed, Nate ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath, his chest moving in and out.

Aiden’s stomach clenched, and his heart pounded harder. His mouth was dry. Licking his lips did little for his parched mouth. He wanted to see Nate so badly, see what he’d felt the other night.

Unwrapping the towel, Nate pulled it off and laid back on the bed, until his shoulders were against the headboard and his feet on the mattress. As Aiden got his first good look at Nate, he exhaled and his lungs seized, refusing to take air back in.

The man’s cock was in proportion to the rest of him, and it wasn’t even fully erect yet. A heavy gold ring peeked out of the foreskin. Even though it wasn’t all visible, he assumed it looped through the head and out the tip, but it was definitely gold. It glimmered in the lamplight, beckoning. Nate’s cock was beautiful.

Leaning back on the pillows, Nate wrapped his hand around the foreskin and tugged. “Mmm…” He pulled on it again, making his cock even harder, as he leaned his head against the headboard and closed his eyes.

Aiden barely held back a whimper as Nate’s hand slid down the shaft.

Drawing the skin back and exposing the fat pink head, he groaned.

“Can’t wait to feel your mouth on me, your teeth. Yeah, that’s it, lick under my foreskin and around the head, boy. Pull the foreskin down

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with your teeth. Damn, that’s good.” He began stroking, the skin bunching around the top then moving back down. “If you’re a real good boy, I might even let you taste me.” Nate pulled one hairy leg up, bending it at the knee, giving Aiden a better view of his testicles. “Then again, maybe I’ll just come on those pretty little lips. You’d look incredible with my cum all over your face.”

Oh man.
Aiden’s prick twitched, leaking from the tip. He was going to die. Who was Nate thinking about?

Nate’s hand kept pumping. His cock had become fully erect, and
oh
he was big.
He used the other hand to tug on the ring while he stroked himself. “Ah, shit yeah, Aiden.”

Biting his lip, Aiden froze, even trying to hold his breath. Panic raced through him. Could Nate see him? No, no, of course not, his eyes were closed. Aiden made himself relax. Nate didn’t know he was here. Which meant…
He wants me.

Aiden was hard and throbbing. He should be shocked, and he was, but he was more excited. Everything Nate said went right to his head, making him need. He wanted Nate, he wanted to taste and touch and he—

“You like this? Want me to fuck your sweet, hot little ass with this big piece of uncut meat, boy?” Nate’s hand squeezed, drawing forth clear drops on the pink tip around the base of the gold ring. “Want my cock in your ass?”

Aiden tried to imagine it.
Could he?
No, no that wasn’t…was it? His mind might not be sure but his body didn’t seem to have the same objections. His ass and thigh muscles tightened. He was very close to coming without even touching himself.

Stilling his hand, Nate brought it to his mouth and spit into it before wrapping his fist around his prick once more.

Licking his lips, Aiden stared. He’d never even considered doing something so crude as using saliva. His heart pounded and his cock felt like it was going to burst. Why did Nate’s vulgarity turn him on this much?

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Nate moaned, his hand moving faster, his voice husky and rough now, breathy. “Oh, hell yeah, I’m going to own your ass, boy. Not only my dick, but my fist. First one finger, then two, then three and four, till my whole fucking hand is in your tight, slutty hole. Would you like that? Are you man enough? Stretched out on my bed taking my fist and pleading for me to go deeper. I’ll be able to feel your fuckin’ heart, Aiden. Will it belong to me? Can you handle it? Can you give me all I want from you, Aiden, what I’ll demand?”

Aiden’s ass squeezed tight at the scandalous words. Shocked to the core, he knew he should leave, run, but he couldn’t. His body tingled, begging for release. Reaching down, he rubbed himself through the fabric of his trousers.

“Oh, fuck yes, come for me, Aiden. Give in to me, boy.” Nate’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

Balls drawing impossibly close, Aiden’s whole body tensed. Rubbing harder against his cock, he let the slap of skin and smell of sweat permeate his senses.

Nate stroked faster, his hips lifting off the bed. “Mine, I’ll fucking take you, Aiden. All of you. Body, mind and soul.”

Yes.
Thrusting his hips against his hand, Aiden’s muscles contracted sharply. He came staring at Nate, trying not to pant for breath.

A trail of sweat ran over Nate’s abs, getting caught in the thick, dark hair above his prick. Groaning, Nate followed him. “Mine. Aiden.” Nate shot. Semen landed everywhere, coating the heavy gold ring, running down his hand, over his knuckles. It trailed up his belly and chest—there was even a spot on Nate’s cheek, by the corner of his mouth. His tongue darted out and licked it off.

Nate grabbed the towel and wiped down. He laid there for a few minutes, then sighed and heaved himself up. Taking the clothes off the bed, he went back into the washroom, shutting the door behind him.

Aiden sat there for several seconds. What just happened? He scrambled up from in back of the chair. Clutching his sketchbook, he looked back at the pencil, before he turned and ran. He didn’t stop until

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he reached his room and got inside. Leaning against the door, he dropped his sketchbook and slid to the floor. He dragged his trembling hands down his face and took a deep breath. He knew he was in way over his head with Nate, but darned if his prick wasn’t still harder than a rock, despite having the orgasm of his life.

* * * * *

Groaning, Raleigh sat back in his chair and ran his hands over his face. Having a traitor in his house was beginning to grate on his nerves.

There was no doubt in his mind that whoever stole those weapons had inside information, he just didn’t know who or how. Even with Nate helping him, they hadn’t learned much. Only that there was a hover truck missing from the carriage barn.

Jeffers had been instructed to inform him of any staff members acting unusual or snooping around. So far the computer hadn’t noticed a thing out of the ordinary. “Jeffers, has
anything
strange happened the last few days?”

“Only Lord Aiden running down the guest hall, milord.”

Raleigh frowned. Why was that unusual? Sure, he’d instructed the kids not to run, but they all did it from time to time, well all except Rexley, that boy had been born mature. “Show me the video.”

The hall outside of the boys’ rooms flashed on the screen, then seconds later it switched to one of the guest halls where Aiden stood outside of a guestroom. His hand jerked away from the doorknob and he took off running down the hall, away from the camera.

Raleigh sat forward, watching until Aiden disappeared around the corner. “Play it again, Jeffers.”

Again the video started in the princes’ hallway and looped to the guest hallway. The one where Nate was staying. And that had been Nate’s door.

Raleigh’s teeth ground together. Taking a deep breath, he pushed back from the chair. He had trusted Nate, something he rarely did on

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such short acquaintance. Raleigh had even started to wonder if Nate would approach Steven to officially offer for Aiden. He had never thought the man would compromise Aiden on purpose. Nate’s military record had been above reproach and painted him an honorable man.

By the time he got to Nate’s room, he was silently fuming, feeling like a first-class idiot. He opened the door without even knocking.

“What the—” Nate’s son, Trouble, sat up on the bed.

Raleigh continued into the room undeterred and looked around.

“Whoa, hey, what’s your problem?” Trouble got up and followed him toward the washroom door.

“Where is Nate?”

“He isn’t here. He went shopping with the princes.”

Damn
, he’d forgotten all about that. Payton had even poked his head in the office door to tell him they were leaving. It was rare he got so mad he couldn’t think straight, but no one messed with his kids. “If he took Aiden’s virginity, I’ll kill him.”

He’d said it under his breath, but Trouble stiffened noticeably beside him. Taking in Trouble’s appearance for the first time, Raleigh frowned.

The kid was wearing a pair of loose flowery pants and white bunny slippers, no shirt. All the boyish charm had fled from his face. It was the look of a predator, a killer. Shocked at this new discovery, Raleigh stepped out of reach and watched the boy.

Standing by the bedpost, Trouble appeared for all the world like a carefree teenager, but Raleigh wasn’t fooled. The kid’s eyes sized up Raleigh. He’d kicked off his slippers and given himself room to maneuver.

When he spoke, his voice was low and very clear, deadly. “I can assure you Nate would never take anything he was not willfully given. I will also swear to you, even though I personally disagree with your whole idiotic no-sex-before-marriage crap, Nate always does the right thing. So if he corrupted your son, he will marry him.”

“My son was seen running out of here yesterday. What am I supposed to think?”

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“Nate is far too honorable. That man found me in a space station stealing and killing to survive after my parents decided to ditch me. If it weren’t for Nate I’d probably be dead now myself. So, let’s make something very clear, Mr. IN Assassin, if you lay a hand on Nate, I’ll kill you.”

“How do you… Does Nate know?” Raleigh was even more shocked, making his heart race. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach. He tensed, ready to spring. “How did you find out?”

Trouble shook his head slowly, still watching Raleigh. “Nate doesn’t know. He’s good with computers like Jeffers, but
I
can break IN

encryption in my sleep.”

“And you’re telling me this why?”

“Because I want to make sure we understand each other. Nate and I are here to help you. I know you are as in the dark as Nate is about what happened with the weapons. We are supposed to be working together.

You should remember that.”

Standing there letting that sink in, Raleigh scowled. He had kept that secret for years and here was this fifteen-year-old child who had discovered it with a few keystrokes. “You realize I am more than capable of making sure you will never say anything?”

“You can try.”

Giving the kid the same steely gaze he’d given Raleigh minutes ago, Raleigh made his point. “Make no mistake, Trouble, I am very capable of carrying out the threat.”

“I don’t underestimate you, Raleigh. But you need to understand that Nate is like a father to me, and I will not have you or anyone else threatening him. I may not have your IN training, but I have experience.

If you so much as dare to hurt Nate, I will make a formidable enemy, one you cannot afford to make right now. I think you need to give them room to decide their own minds on this subject. I’ll keep your secrets and you’ll keep mine, that way things will not have to get messy.” Trouble glared.

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Raleigh hadn’t run into an opponent as worthy as this mere slip of a boy in a long time. Trouble may be small and untrained, but the kid was highly intelligent and had great instincts. “I’ll take your word then, Nate had better do the right thing. But you know my feelings should Aiden get hurt.” Raleigh watched Trouble for a minute. Taking his measure. He had no doubt the kid would try to kill him if he hurt Nate, nor did he doubt Trouble would keep his secret. The kid was cut from the same cloth he was, and since Nate had chosen to make Trouble his son then the boy had obviously had more than a chance to learn his father’s military sense of honor and integrity.