Shadow's Pen - Rescue for Hire 10 http://www.bookstrand.com/book/shadows-pen
Last month
Shadow fulfilled his duty and had gone on his last mission. Those who bothered
to watch the news on television or read a newspaper would know only that one of
the top terrorists in the world was no longer a threat. Now Shadow was free but was finding freedom boring.
Shadow paused
in mid-step. Now that ass wasn’t boring. Senses sharpened by years of
undercover military missions went on alert as the hunter in Shadow came out.
White jeans
molded a firm, round ass that would spill over Shadow’s large hands and give
him hours of playtime using his favorite toys. The man’s legs were slightly
apart, emphasizing solid thighs. In Shadow’s mind,
he imagined pushing those thighs wide before sinking his cock deep into the man’s
hole and staying there for a few hours.
A black tank
top accentuated a slim waist and lean,
muscled shoulders. An arm raised a glass filled with something green. Shadow
didn’t know what the drink was, nor did
he care. He was more interested in arms that looked fit but didn’t contain bulky muscles.
Shadow wasn’t
into small men, as some of his former teammates were. Before his friend Mr. Saint
had met his partner, Shadow had made lots of money at bars betting that the
giant of a man would go after the tiniest blond
in the place. As intense as Shadow was in the sack, if he tried to bed a tiny
man, he would break them before their night together was half over.
This man was
more his style. As he walked up behind him, Shadow estimated his height at
five-ten, just the right complement to his own
six-four. Now if the man’s face didn’t look like his Aunt Mildred’s fat ass in
black spandex, Shadow’s night could be looking up.
The three men
clustered around his potential fuck did a double take when they spotted him.
“Hey, Pen, did
you forget to tell us you were meeting someone?” a slim blond wearing too much
eyeliner asked.
“What are you
talking about?” The man in the white jeans glanced over his shoulder and froze,
staring at Shadow.
At first,
Shadow only saw big light gray eyes surrounded by thick black lashes and a wide
mouth shaped like a cupid’s bow. After
taking a moment to enjoy and imagine what he could do to that mouth, Shadow
noticed the heart-shaped silver earring in the man’s right ear. Adding to the
attractive picture was heavily styled dark brown hair that would have reached
the man’s collar if he was wearing one.
Looking back
at the three men he wanted gone, Shadow
ordered, “Go away.”
Like leaves in
the wind, the three scattered. The man they called Pen watched them disappear
into the crowd before looking back over his shoulder. A frown now marred his
handsome features. “That was rude.”
Shadow stepped forward and pressed his body against
the man in front of him. His dick throbbed from the contact with that sweet
ass. The man turned his head back around and looked forward while settling back
against Shadow. And Shadow liked that display of submission.
Shadow spread
his hand on the side of the man’s hip and
caressed it. Leaning forward, he trailed his tongue
up the side of the man’s smooth delcious neck until he reached his ear. “I
want to spend time with you.”
* * * *
Holy fuck.
Pen had come
to the hotel’s combination bar and restaurant to see if any of his friends were
there and to drink enough to keep the nightmares at bay so that he could sleep
through the night.
Now his
friends had deserted him, and there was a huge-ass man behind him licking his
neck.
Goosebumps rose along Pen’s arms when the man
whispered against the sensitive skin next to his ear, “People call me Shadow. What
is your name?”
“I’m Pen,” he
answered, liking how this Shadow easily held his weight while he leaned against
him.
Shadow began
licking at the crease behind Pen’s ear. A shiver quaked through Pen’s body, and his jeans became a size too small.
“Come to the
bathroom with me,” Shadow ordered.
Pen’s mind
raced in circles. Should he take the chance with a stranger? They were in a
public place. Hell, he had been so surprised by the stranger’s sudden
appearance. He hadn’t even gotten a good look at the man yet. In the end, the hard-as-iron pole rubbing against his ass
decided it for him. “Let’s go.”
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