8. Brent

CHAPTER 8

brENT

"I'm sending you with the Commander to San Francisco for a couple of days to do some surveillance on your buddy, Clay Turner."

I blinked at GQ as I sat across from his desk. "Come again?"

He grinned at me like he knew something I didn't. "You heard me. It's standard procedure and shouldn't take more than two or three days to get what they need. It's for Greer."

My pulse kicked up an extra beat or two at the thought of being on a boring surveillance assignment with John. My mind went back to the kiss in the coffee shop. The possibilities were endless of ways to occupy ourselves while we waited, except he didn't want a fuck buddy. He wanted a partner.

Ugh. What a waste of a good time. Unless he changed his mind. Or couldn't keep his hands off me.

"Dreamboat! Stop thinking with your dick and listen," he laughed.

"Are you serious? You're sending me to the gay capital of the world and don't expect me to think about it?"

He tilted his head to the side and gave me that smartass grin of his. "Are you going to be okay to go with the Commander?"

I huffed out a breath. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

That was a lie. I was dying inside knowing my sexy new roommate had a dick like a baseball bat and didn't want to break down my door anymore. It was like buying a Lamborghini just to look at it. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Are we doing twenty-four-hour surveillance, or do we get to have some fun?"

"You can do whatever you want after work. How's that?"

I raised my brows. "That works. But book us in the Castro since we have limited time. I don't want to go speeding across town like Cinderfella trying to get my coach to the club by midnight."

GQ burst out laughing. "You're a dumbass. And it's one room. You're sharing."

I was horrified. "How am I supposed to hook up with John in the room? It might be awkward for him unless he's into watching. You should think about that since he's new."

GQ threw his head back and laughed. "You'd love an audience. And knowing you, I bet you'd invite him to participate."

I shrugged. He wasn't wrong.

"By the way, when was the last time you spent all night with someone?"

New Year's Eve in Vegas. But I didn't tell him that.

I shrugged. "It's been a while. But I wouldn't want to be rude. I couldn't leave him out."

GQ's expression changed as he studied me. "What's going on with you? Something's up."

"No there's not. What makes you think that? I'm the same me as always."

I wasn't ready to tell him what happened when I went home. Or that I was a little shaken that someone wanted me dead. They were my problem to deal with, not my team. My friends had enough to deal with and didn't need my fucked up problems on top of it.

"I know you, and I know when you're hurting. Is your dad going to be okay? You can take more time if you need it. John can handle San Fran alone."

"My dad is fine. And I've got this. We'll be fine."

I wasn't sure he believed me, but that was okay. "Take some downtime after work, but don't scar the commander. We need him."

I rubbed my index finger along my bottom lip, thinking about that statement. Maybe I could find a way to make him change his mind. I could stir up some jealousy in the man. Get him so hot and bothered that he couldn't keep his hands off me. Then we could repeat Vegas, except with less alcohol and more fucking.

"No matter what you think," I said, standing, "I'm still a professional. I'll do my job 110%."

GQ smiled. "If I didn't already know that you wouldn't be part of this team. I only hire the best. And that includes you."

I nodded, not knowing how to respond. My teammates were everything to me.

I'd just gotten out of the shower when I heard the front door close. My skin was still damp and beaded with water as I rubbed the towel over my head. Wrapping it around my waist, I headed out toward the living area to meet John.

"Hey, you're back. Need some help?"

John's eyes roamed over my face, then down my bare chest and over my tattoos to where the towel hung low on my hips. His duffle dropped from his shoulder to his elbow as he swallowed thickly and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

Walking toward him, it was nearly impossible to control my smile. Especially when he looked at me like a starved man. When I was close enough to hear his rough breathing, I kept my eyes on his as I reached out to take the strap from his shoulder.

John reached up and circled my wrist with his fingers and tugged me forward. He dropped the duffle to the floor and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me impossibly close. I ground my hips into him as we met in a scorching kiss, making me forget my name. Somehow, there was still enough blood in my brain to maneuver us until his back hit the door.

His groans of pleasure at my use of force made me even harder than I already was.

Pulling back, I pressed into him with my chest as I bit at the skin along his neck. His hands roamed my skin as I unclasped my towel with one hand and tugged at his button with the other.

John's hand went to the crease between my ass cheeks. "I've wanted this ass for so fucking long.'

I smiled and sucked his neck before answering. "All you had to do was ask."

Sliding from his arms, I worked his jeans open and yanked them down as I went to my knees. Looking up at him, he ran his fingers over my head, massaging my scalp as he looked down at me. "I've missed your mouth on my dick."

"I've missed your dick in my ass," I replied before licking the leaking tip. He tasted sweet and salty, just like I'd remembered as it coated my tongue.

"God damn, sweetheart," he said as I licked along the vein, stopping to run the tip of my tongue under the head.

I looked up to tell him not to call me that when he guided me back to his cock. It was so hot that he took control like that. He held my head gently as he fucked in and out of my throat, making my eyes roll back in my head.

Saliva and pre-cum leaked from the corner of my mouth as my eyes watered. He pulled back and leaned down to kiss me. His tongue swirled in my mouth as he sucked on my tongue before he ended the kiss to look at me.

"If it's too much, you tell me."

I almost lost it when I saw what was there in his eyes. As he cradled my head, his expression was one of adoration and something else, shocking my system. I wanted nothing more than to please him and keep that look on his face. But when he looked at me as if I might mean something to him, I had to let that shit go.

"Stop looking at me like that. I'm just here to suck your dick."

The words hurt to say because I could never be what he wanted. And he didn't want what little I had to give.

"Then get back to it, sweetheart before I come all over your pretty face."

The emotion was gone as need took over. So I did as I was told and went back to work on his cock as I jacked myself. John fucked my face as he cursed and moaned, panting out "so good" and "good fucking boy."

The praise lit me up as he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed down all he gave me, then pulled off to clean him up.

Neither of us said anything as I tucked him away, but left him to zip his pants. I didn't want to catch his pubes in his zipper. That shit hurt.

Getting to my feet, I stood in front of him and looked him in the eye with the intent of finishing myself off. I braced my left arm on the door over his shoulder as I stroked myself. But he would have none of that.

"I'm gonna do that,' he growled as he knocked my hand out of the way and took over. "Kiss me while I make you come."

My mouth found his as my body rose to a new height. My upper body leaned against his as he spread his legs to give himself room to work. And when his middle finger found my hole, I pushed back for more. Lost in sensation, he pressed his finger forcefully against my entrance, making me come all over his hand.

My head dropped back and rolled on my shoulders as he fucked me with his finger.

"That's it. Come all over me, sweetheart," he murmured as I blissed out.

My head collapsed forward onto his shoulder as I caught my breath. John rubbed his soft beard along my face, making me feel a connection I had zero business feeling.

Pushing off the door, I looked into his eyes for a single moment before grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist. I wanted to say something smart or make some dumb comment, but all my smartassery had left me. So I pulled on my mask and went back to this never happened.

"I was about to order dinner. You hungry?"

He nodded, lifting his heavy gaze back to mine. "Yeah, I could eat."

I nodded and backed away. "I'm gonna get dressed, then I'll help you unload."

When I turned, he reached for my hand, stopping me from moving away. Glancing over my shoulder, he had that look on his face that could break my heart if I let it. "Hey, we need to talk. I have something important to tell you."

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know. GQ told me. We'll talk over dinner."

Pulling out of his hold, I slipped through his fingers and made my way to my bedroom to put on the armor to protect my heart.