Prologue- Brent Dreamboat Trainor

LAS VEGAS- FIVE MONTHS AGO

The pulsing beat from the club music fueled my growing need for the sexy man I'd been lusting over for years. Every throb shot another bolt of desire straight to my cock as I held on to his hips and glued myself to him. New Year's Eve in Vegas was a rare chance to let loose, and I intended to take advantage of every moment of it.

What were the odds that we'd end up in the same club on the same night? A billion to one? Whatever it was, I was the fucking winner. Dancing with him for the last hour had been a frustrating exercise in self-control.

Commander John Langdon was six-foot-three of sculpted muscle with dark hair and a beard sprinkled with gray. His chiseled jaw and rough edges had always done it for me. And when he got all bossy, all I could do was smile.

Being a former Navy SEAL and security specialist with EHM, we rarely got the chance to just let loose. Our services were in high demand because there was always another assignment or a client to protect. So when I suggested we should get out of Portland to Dare, he was all in. We were the last two single men at EHM, and we needed to live it the fuck up. I knew he was still moping over someone, but that was okay. He could watch me have fun from his barstool.

When the commander and I made eye contact earlier in the evening, he'd given the look I'd been waiting for. We eventually found our way to one another on the dance floor, and when I'd reached for him, sparks exploded between us when his mouth slammed down on mine the first time. And there was no way I could keep my hands to myself.

As I clung to his broad shoulders, I leaned in to breathe in his spicy cologne with notes of cinnamon mixed with clean sweat. The familiar scent combined with a testosterone-filled man created an overpowering desire that was almost impossible to control.

John must have been feeling it too because he pressed back against my shaft, giving me the green light that he wanted more. So my hands did their job and snaked around his waist. One finally settled above the button of his jeans while the other roamed across the sculpted plains of his chest.

How far could I go without getting us arrested? I guess we'd see.

The decorated SEAL team leader wrapped his long left arm behind my leg to pull me closer. His right hand caught mine, then pushed it down over his dick before anchoring his hand on top.

Hello big daddy.

Slipping my hand free, I ran it under his shirt, then down the front of his jeans. Thank fuck they weren't tight because he was packing an anaconda.

I growled when his hot skin contacted my palm. Circling my fingers around it, I stroked his cock the way I'd like it. Evidently it worked because the rumble of his groan rippled through my chest as I explored his body before I pulled my hand away.

There was one thing I was certain of. If we'd been naked, my dick would be in his ass in less than a second. And since he was only a couple inches taller than my six-foot-one, the slide home would be an easy endeavor. So when the time was right, I'd let the big guy fuck me into oblivion.

But for the time being, I had to settle for grinding myself harder against him. His touch, the way he smelled, and the eagerness we both felt had me ready to explode. And I'd almost reached the end of my patience. So I tugged Commander closer to whisper in his ear.

"Let's get out of here before we get arrested."

I felt his smile as he turned his head to kiss my cheek. Twisting in my arms as I held on, he grabbed my face and took my mouth in another searing kiss before pulling back to whisper against my lips. "Let's go, Pretty Boy. Time to fuck."

I shivered again, then heard myself giggle as he led me off the dance floor and back through the club.

Where the fuck did that come from? I was a goddamn Navy SEAL, an underwater demolition specialist, and a badass motherfucker.

I didn't giggle.

Except I did.

For him .

I ignored the warning signs going off in my head that this would not end well for me. I wasn't afraid of John in the least. I could take him. But it was the warmth in his eyes when he looked at me that was dangerous. Not to mention the feel of his lips and tongue pressed to mine, and the way the sound of his deep voice poured over me and calmed something deep inside. I was a bee to his honey, and that was going to be a high stakes game I was going to lose.

But I liked risky adventures. And even though I knew I should have walked away and let him go, there was no way I could pass up a good time with his big dick. So when he pulled me out the door and headed to the parking lot, I went willingly like a duck to water.

Commander lead me through the parking lot before stopping beside a big-ass truck parked in a relatively dark corner of the lot. He unlocked the doors, pulled open the back one, and ushered me into the backseat. I didn't hesitate one second.

"We're fucking in public?" The prospect of doing something like that thrilled me.

"The first time."

He smiled at me as he ripped off his t-shirt and unbuckled his jeans. Lifting his hips, the Commander pulled them down just enough to let his big cock spring free.

Glancing over at me as I drooled on myself, he grinned. "Hurry up, Dreamboat, and get on my dick. We don't have a lot of time. After all that grinding on my ass, I gotta nut at least once before we go back inside."

More dumbass giggling escaped from me as I ripped my shirt over my head and shoved down my jeans. He reached for me as I scrambled like a crab over onto his lap.

John rubbed his hand down my chest, tracing my tattoos with his fingertips. But before I lowered myself, he stopped me.

"Wait."

I huffed like a teenager not getting their way as he reached into the pocket of the seat behind me.

"Need a condom."

My brows shot up. "You fuck a lot in the backseat of your truck, huh?" He handed me a packet of lube while he suited up.

Commander smiled, making the fine lines around his eyes appear. I studied his meticulously styled dark hair as I tore open the packet with my teeth. It had a hint of gray at the temples and was just long enough to make me want to mess it up for him. There was something about the way he looked up at me through those long lashes, then flashed his sexy grin that made me stupid.

"I don't fuck irresponsibly. I'm always prepared."

I laughed. "You must have been a hell of a boy scout. Bet you earned that preparedness badge, didn't you?"

His gaze held mine, making my breath catch in my chest. Something passed between us as we stared at each other for a long moment. I tried to look away, but John wasn't having it. Reaching up, he cupped my face.

"I've had my eye on you a long damn time, Dreamboat. Ever since the first joint mission in Central America, I've dreamed of having you. And once will not be enough."

He curled his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me in for another scorching kiss before letting me go. Tapping the side of my bare thigh to get my attention, he held his cock ready for me. "Lube. Then on your knees, Pretty Boy."

I wanted to argue, just to be an asshole, but complied with his request. After squeezing the contents of the packet onto his cock, I tossed it onto the seat. Bracing my hands on his broad shoulders, I positioned myself over him. And when his tip touched my entrance, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and dropped my head back to absorb the beginning of the delicious burn.

"I need your eyes on me when I take you." He gripped my hip with one hand, and my dick with the other, slowly stroking just enough to keep me on edge.

More warning alarms went off in my head, blaring that this was too intimate, even for fucking in a truck. But there was something about the John Langdon that just did it for me. It was impossible for me to be the smartass I was known to be.

Nodding, I stared into his hazel eyes as I sunk down the rest of the way onto him. I needed the stretch and more of the burn to remind me this was just a fuck. I wanted to feel the ache tomorrow.

"Fuck, you're big," I hissed, biting my bottom lip.

John's right hand found my face and wiped the sweat away. "Careful, sweetheart," he said soothingly. "Don't hurt yourself and ruin our fun. Like I said, this is just the first time."

All I could do was stare as he gently pulled my lip free from my teeth. Swiping his thumb over the mark they left behind, he looked into my soul with an expression I didn't want to recognize.

Goddamn, this was risky. "Don't call me sweetheart. Call me Dreamboat."

He chuckled as if he expected my response. "Well, I guess you can call me Commander."

When I was fully seated, I closed my eyes at the fullness and dropped my head onto his shoulder. His damn cologne was driving me crazy, but it was the only out I had to stop looking at him.

"Look at me, sweetheart," the asshole whispered with a teasing lilt in his tone. "Give me control tonight."

I frowned but obeyed his command. Bracing my knees on the seat, he worked his hips to rock slowly inside of me. I lifted my head long enough to scan his face, then down to the strained tendons in his thick neck.

Looking at the Commander was not a good idea, but I couldn't help myself. He was more handsome now than the last time I'd seen him. And there was something about John Langdon that allowed me to lower my guard.

"Oh fuck," I muttered as he picked up the pace. As I lifted my head from his shoulder, I knew if I wasn't careful, I'd lose my mind and do something crazy tonight. And when he cupped my face and looked into my eyes, I was toast.

"Happy New Year," he whispered, then brought his mouth to mine, rendering me speechless.

It was official. I was fucked more than one way right then. But I'd deal with it tomorrow when I didn't have his dick in my ass.

The next morning, I was startled awake from a nightmare. I turned, ready to tell him about the ridiculously real dream, but John wasn't in bed with me. And by the looks of things, he was gone.

I released a sigh and fell back onto the pillow. It was probably for the best and my head fucking hurt. But the scent of him lingered on the pillow and made me smile.

It had been fun, and he'd saved me the hassle of sneaking out when he was in the shower. When my ass finally stopped hurting, I'd forget all about Commander John Langdon.

Escape plan averted.

Until the Commander showed up in Portland five months later with a secret that would change our lives forever.