Flyer's Story (unnamed) - Rescue for Hire West 4 (unedited)
There was a
brief knock on the door before it opened, revealing a short, stocky blond-haired man. Flynn’s leg began bobbing. The
nervous habit was one he couldn’t break. He refused to let his mind wander to memories of how some had tried to
break it for him.
“Hi, the guy who
answered the door told me to come right in.” The man smiled, sending Flyer’s
leg bobbing harder. He wondered what the odds were that a man resembling a
maniac from Flyer’s past would come in here and interview for a job. How could
two people have the same shade of blond hair, cut in the same short style and
the same crooked front tooth?
“You must be Tom.”
Roman stood and held out his hand. “Come in, I’m Roman Marshall, and this is our pilot, Flyer Wakefield.
“Tom Bennet.”
Tom shook Roman’s hand before turning to Flyer. “Nice to meet you.”
Flyer stared at
the small square hand held out to him. Flashes of short fingers with sharp
nails raking trails of fire down his chest swamped Flyer. Blinking away the
horrible memories, somehow Flyer managed to give Tom’s hand a brief shake. His
mind compared it to the warm, dry skin of a snake.
Collapsing back
in his chair, Flyer stared at the round-faced
man and waited to see if a twitch formed at the corner of one of his blue eyes. If
that happened, Flyer was diving for the door, no matter what the Captain
wanted.
Tom smiled at
Roman and nodded. There seemed to be a conversation going on between the men,
but Flyer couldn’t hear a word they were saying above the rapid pounding of his
heart. Tom moved his hand, and Flyer
flinched. Cold sweat trickled down the center of Flyer’s back. The agony of
being in the room with this man seemed to go on and on.
Flyer grabbed
onto the seat of his chair to steady himself when Roman stood. By now his leg
was bobbing so hard his body almost vibrated off the chair. Tom stood. Adrenaline
spiked, and Flyer lurched to his feet and
stepped back.
As the other two
men shook hands, Flyer lost the thin thread of his control and backed away
until his back hit the wall. Tom frowned, sending shivers coursing through
Flyer’s body. Thank goodness the man didn’t comment. Flyer didn’t breathe again
until the door closed behind the man.
For such a hard, powerful man, Roman’s gaze was gentle as
he took in Flyer’s trembling form. “What was the trigger?”
“His hands,
along with a similarity.” Flyer shoved a shaking hand through his thick brown
hair. He kept it very short at the sides and long enough on top for a few
strands to cover his forehead.
“Take a deep
breath, sit down and try to relax,” Roman urged. “We have a few minutes until
the next applicant.”
Flyer collapsed
into his chair. Leaning forward, he placed his
elbows on his knees and hid his face with his hands. “I’m sorry.”
A large hand
clasped Flyer’s shoulder. In dealing with the bubbling turmoil swirling through
his body, Flyer hadn’t heard Roman move. “Don’t be sorry. You’ve already told
me you were mixed up with the wrong guy in the past. When you’re ready to talk
about it some more, just remember, my door is always open.”
Flyer tilted his
head until only his eyes were uncovered.
“Thanks.”
Roman smiled,
but it didn’t reach his blue eyes. “Of course, you do realize that the only
applicant that came close to what we are looking for is Tom.”
Flyer’s heart
dropped into his guts. “Captain, I’m not sure…”
“Save it,” Roman
interrupted. “Someone will come along that fits. We can wait.”
Before Flyer
could let his body relax with relief the office door opened. There was no knock, and it didn’t burst open. The doorknob firmly turned,
and the door opened in a confident and no-nonsense way.
Black leather
boots with heavy silver chains across the tops moved into Flyer’s line of
vision. Fascinated, he let his gaze travel up over the long expanse of jean
covered legs. Flyer lingered on thighs the size of tree trucks and wondered if
he wrapped his hands around them if his
fingers would touch. A long wallet chain
attached to a front belt loop circled to
the man’s back pocket. The chain drew one's
eye to the man’s generous package that was straining the black jeans material. Flyer
had the urge to reach out and run his fingers over the bulge.
Tearing his gaze
away from the man’s privates, Flyer found more delights to enjoy by way of a
tight black T-shirt covering a flat belly and stretched tight around a thickly muscled chest. A black leather vest
emphasized wide shoulders and concluded the bad boy’s biker outfit.
The man’s arms were ripped with muscles and heavy veins. Flyer
wanted to touch and trace those veins, following them down to the guy’s large
hands and long fingers. Hands like those could make a guy feel secure, and bring
him to ecstasy. In his mind, Flyer could
feel the nerves of his asshole sizzling
as two of those fingers scissor him open.
Flyer lifted his
gaze higher and collided with dark eyes sparkling with humor. Flyer was memorized. He couldn’t look away. Never
before had he wanted to sink into someone’s being upon first meeting them as he
did now.
Roman cleared
his throat and broke the moment. “You must be Styx Randall. Let’s sit down and
I’ll ask you a few questions before Flyer starts drooling.”
As the tall, dark haired man nodded at Roman and sat,
Flyer casually touched a finger to the
corner of his mouth. When the tip came
away wet, Flyer nonchalantly wiped it on his jeans. Roman never looked at him,
but Flyer was sure the smirk on his face was
aimed at him
Roman glanced
down at the open file on his desk. “I see, during
your time as a Navy Seal, you gained your certification in Power Plant
and A&P mechanics. Very impressive. I also see that you have a degree in
vehicle engine repair.”
Styx nodded at
Roman. Flyer was so busy admiring the
man’s deep tan and the rough scruff of black hair surrounding sexy lips and
covering his jaw, at first he didn’t
notice that Styx hadn’t answered out loud.
Frowning, Flyer
pushed aside the riot of desires strumming through his body and studied the
man. Styx Randall was hot, with short,
thick black hair. It looked as though it would curl if left to grow a little
longer. Flyer lost his battle with his desires and his imagination starting
wondering to thoughts of running his fingers through soft black curls as his
dick was being serviced.
Blinking back
the images, Flyer dragged his mind back to the here and now. He was looking for
a clue to the reasons behind the muteness. The man had nice ears, not too big
and set close to his head. Flyer wanted to take the gold hoop decorating the
lobe into his mouth and suck on it.
Giving himself a
mental shake away from the imagined taste of metal and skin, Flyer took in
Styx’s thick muscular neck. There it was. A jagged, thin white line started on
one side and crossed over the front of Styx’s throat to the other, marring the deeply tanned skin.
“I see you also
have a pilot’s license.” Roman sat back in his chair and studied Styx. “On
paper, you have it all. And yet, I need to know more. All the applicants so far
have only wanted to work on the vehicles or the planes, not both. Except for
one, but Flyer wasn’t comfortable working with him. So tell me what you’re
looking for.”
Flyer leaned
forward and clasped his hands together in anticipation of hearing the big man
speak. When he did, Flyer sat back in shock.
The voice that
came out of Styx’s mouth was a low, hoarse whisper with a squeaky crack at the
end of every sentence. “I like all engines and can fly anything. I refused to
work anywhere that employs homophobes. Rescue for Hire has a good reputation.
I’m hoping the West branch will live up to the originals standards.” Styx
turned his head, and intense dark eyes
looked into the depths of Flyer’s soul. “I think Flyer and I will get along
just fine.”
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